Chapter 2019

Very satisfied with the attempt, rod slowly put down Titan's arrow and swept the whole scene.

Sharma, who has just become a piece of ground meat, is now reborn in the field of death. He gets up from the ground and looks at rod with more fanaticism.

"Master, I sincerely apologize for my previous ignorance."

Sherma, who was reborn, said respectfully to rod.

"I didn't know how kind and great you were until I became a member of your staff. You gave us all this unique power! After this trial, I will find the bards in nigon and let them praise your great achievements. "

Sharma raised his hand, and the dark green cloud appeared on his hand. Listen carefully, and you can hear the cry of the soul emerging from the condensed cloud. That is the advanced death cloud that only the corpse wizard king is qualified to condense.

After the restoration of the body, rod applied the power of the cloak to the field of death.

Other creatures revived from the field of death can not only preserve their former strength, but more importantly, they can also have additional templates belonging to the necromancer king, which can release high-level death clouds, and can also transform ordinary dead creatures into Necromancers.

Even rod himself did not expect that the power of the ghost King's cloak could be perfectly combined with the field of death and the scarlet eye. He could only sigh that it was worthy of being an artifact belonging to the necromancer. In terms of efficacy, he never let rod down.

"Sharma, I told you that I wanted you to join us, but you didn't listen to me at all. How many times has this happened?"

Sharma's wife, kroy, came to him now, pointed a sharp fingernail at him, and began to complain. Cherma is no longer afraid of the vampire's characteristics. He disperses the cloud of death in his hand and looks at her with a smile.

Rod is watching Sharma. The rebirth of the death field makes him like an ordinary person. Even rod, who has the divine level of evocation, can only find the difference between him and normal creatures from the energy of death in his body. The appearance of Sherma's wife transformed from scarlet eye is so obvious that it can hardly be covered up.

"Master, I want that power too..."

While rod was thinking about the way of transformation, the great devil agran flapped his bat wings and came to him.

Not far away, a group of new fallen people try to release the cloud of death one after another and feel the new power in their bodies. For a moment, the dark green clouds surround the whole scene. It seems that this place is no longer a hell, but a town occupied by Necromancers. These are in the eyes of agran, but also make his heart itch.

"I don't think you need that power." Rod scratched his head. He didn't understand why agran, as a great devil, wanted the power of the necromancer king.

"Since the other servants of the master have mastered this power, as your number one servant, how can I not? In that case, how can I convince them, as well as the servants you will receive later? " Said agran in a deep voice.

Rod took a deep look at agran: "the number one servant..."

Staring at by rod's Scarlet eyes, agran felt a panic in his heart, just like all the thoughts in his heart. At this moment, rod saw through all his thoughts. It seemed that there was no room for any secret in his heart.

As rod said, agran didn't need the power of the necromancer king. The blood of the great devil in his body made him more inclined to wave the scythe and cut off the enemy's head in an instant with the flash of fire, instead of hiding in the distance to release the cloud of death. He prayed for the power of the necromancer king, not for the power itself.

As rod's body revives and shows his terrible strength, agran feels heartfelt joy and worries. He knew that the master would return to hell for trial. At that time, the master would accept more demons, and even other big demons would become one of the master's subordinates.

Among the great demons, agran's blood is not old, and his strength is only below average. Otherwise, in the fire Lake trial, he would not go to the door of pain that only demons go to

Agran is well aware of this. With more and more powerful demons under his master's command, his status will continue to decline, unable to make a breakthrough in strength. He can only rely on his own identity, which is the first servant born from the field of death.

The power of the necromancer king can only be regarded as icing on the cake for him, but what he wants more is the identity brought by the number one servant. What agran didn't expect was that his innermost thoughts, under the gaze of rod, seemed to have no way to hide, just like his soul, had been thoroughly seen through by rod.

Fortunately, rod's next words relieved agran's uneasiness: "as you said, you are the first creature to come back from the field of death, which has a special significance. At that time, I could not give this power to other creatures, but only make you come back from death. Up to now, the transformation of you has already been completed, and the power of the corpse wizard king must rely on the effect of artifact at the beginning of the transformation... "

Speaking of this, rod's brow slightly wrinkled, he looked at agran, thought of some possibility in his heart, and said slowly: "but... I may have a way to let you have that power. But that requires you to experience pain, you may fall into a deep silence, thoroughly feel the death, I'm not sure. Maybe even if you do all this, it will be the same as it is now. You have to think it over

Rod shrugged and some uncertain thought flashed through his mind.

"For the sake of my master's prestige, no matter how dangerous it is, I am willing to try."

Agran, leaning on a scythe with one hand, kneels half to rod. His words are very sincere. The big devil's figure, which is higher than that of ordinary human beings, makes him the focus of degenerates nearby.

"OK, let's try." Rod nodded and agreed to his request.

With a flash of body shape and a strong wind, rod's Titan's arrow penetrated agran's chest.

"What?" The degenerate nearby obviously didn't expect this kind of thing, and at the same time he opened his eyes wide, he let out a burst of exclamation.

The next moment, the violent current burst from the blade held by rod, and broke the defense line of agran's body from the inside. The big devil who had just talked with rod eagerly had turned into a dark charred corpse under the explosion of the ultimate lightning.