Chapter 367

"Fifth order?"

"Legend?"

"Is that what Beatrice meant? Or did I hear it wrong?"

Sean's head is a little confused, but after all, he is not the old ignorant guy, but a serious [necromancer], a third-class professional!

From the present Sulu, he really felt a temperament as lofty as a mountain and as deep as the sea.

"No... Sulu has only been in level five for a few years. Are professionals so worthless? No... even in the 11th inning, there are very few people with level five combat power. I only know one..."

"But... If it's not a fifth order legend, how can it directly suppress the fourth order Beatrice?"

Sean opened his mouth and knew that his roommate was really different.

"This is... The ceremony of death. Are you preparing to break through the king of the undead?"

Sulu didn't mind Sean. He glanced at the surrounding ceremony and recognized it immediately.

[King of the undead] is a five level legendary profession. It is very cumbersome and requires a lot of work.

Sulu, who has seen the Scripture of death, knows a certain part of it. It is a ceremony to please Ms. Yue. It needs to cause the death of at least 100 extraordinary species. The higher the rank, the greater the success rate of promotion in the later stage.

Of course, this ceremony is only a trivial one of many conditions.

But Beatrice was preparing for this. Obviously, she had the assurance of promotion legend and began to touch the field of level 5.

This surprised Sulu. Beatrice's progress was somewhat unexpected and almost caught up with Kaijin finger's cheating.

Fortunately, it didn't make her a climate, otherwise it would be a disaster.

Whether to yourself or to the world!

"Surrender to me!"

He spoke again and wanted to see how much control he had over Beatrice with his current rank and the contract he had branded.

"Lord... Lord..."

Beatrice's expression was very painful.

Half of her face was twisted, and the other half was more terrible. Her skin rotted and fell one by one.

It looked as if there were two forces sawing back and forth on her.

"Sure enough..."

Seeing this scene, Sulu's heart sank and knew that Beatrice was indeed favored by Ms. Yue and became a "container" for her arrival.

Of course, it is not so simple for a God to come.

There are high requirements for the concentration of spiritual tide in the world and the quality of containers.

Sulu estimated that the evil god was just casting a net. If he saw that his qualification was ok, he would cultivate him a little.

Only after the fifth stage can we really "pay attention" and "invest".

"However... There are still ways to help her expel the influence planted before and turn her into my puppet... It seems very good to be a fourth level [undead] and an assistant with the potential to promote [King of undead]."

Sulu touched his chin.

At this time, Beatrice, who was half kneeling, seemed to be under great pressure and wanted to stand up forcibly.

Not only that, she also began to whisper: "I pray to you... The Lord of death, the moon..."

"Shut up!"

Sulu whispered, and the spirit chain appeared and directly sealed Beatrice's mouth.

He shook his head, turned and untied Sean's shackles. "I'm sorry... Did my servant scare you?"

"Are you really Sulu?"

Sean seemed to want to pinch Sulu's face, but he didn't dare: "wait a minute... What are you talking about? Your maid?"

"It's troublesome to explain, but I did make her..."

Sulu shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless gesture.

"But at least it's a classmate. I'll discipline her well later..."

For example... If you erase all your mind and turn it into a piece of white paper and ask the Greentree castle to teach you, you may really get a senior maid who can participate in the battle.

If brainwashing fails, you can also make magic cards.

"Sorry... The saint of our club can't be taken away by you so easily!"

At this time, an old voice suddenly came from the cold cave.

This voice has no emotion, but it can give people a cold feeling from the bottom of their heart.

Sulu narrowed his eyes and seemed to see a trace of dark green color rendering, like a plague, wrapped around the surviving werewolf captives.

With a wail, they lost their lives directly, and their body temperature dropped rapidly and turned into cold bodies.

Just the sound has taken the lives of a large number of low-level professionals!

"Stop!"

Seeing that those dark greens were about to cover himself and Sean next to him, Sulu burst out with arrogant words and finally stopped the "rendering" of color.

Cluck!

Cluck!

Next to him, Sean's teeth trembled. Facing the huge and amazing pressure, he had the impulse to kneel down.

Because what appears is not only the fifth level occupation of [the unlucky], but also the embodiment of death.

"[King of the dead]?"

Sulu looked deep into the darkness.

There, the image of an old man in black slowly emerged.

He dressed meticulously, like the most exquisite aristocrat, holding a black staff, his eyes and white eyes turned pure black.

Not only that, the other party seems to be a completely lifeless body, unable to feel any heartbeat and the breath of living people.

On the contrary, all kinds of dead spirits, evil spirits, evil spirits and evil spirits... Are living on him, as if he were the lair of the dead!

"I am bolon garba! President of the Black Death society!"

The old man saluted according to his chest: "I wonder if you can let go of the saints of our society?"

"Sorry, this doesn't work."

Sulu shook his head and his face became dignified.

The Black Death society holds two main career paths, one of which is the promotion route of undead creatures, represented by Beatrice, and the second is the road of "the unlucky"!

This path takes death and bad luck as the core, is proficient in undead magic, and is a master who plays with corpses and souls!

"That's a pity..."

Bolon shook his head.

Dead spirits emerged from his body, under his clothes, from his eyes, nose and ears.

In an instant, an army of the dead was formed that could fill the caves!

They are all illusory spirits, translucent bodies, lost all their colors, and their facial expressions are ferocious, painful, or confused... The only thing in common is the hatred of life in their eyes.

"Dead spirits, evil spirits, evil spirits, evil spirits..."

Sulu's mouth tilted slightly: "taking such an army of the dead with you is worthy of being the king of the dead. If other professionals encounter it, it will be very troublesome. It's a pity that you encounter me!"

Dealing with spirit bodies is the specialty of [medium]!