Chapter 1224 The Devourer of Undead

Luoman's last fireball was very effective, not only repelling the enemy, but now, the flames were burning on the collapsed tent, slightly dispelling the surrounding darkness, which also made Luoman feel a little relieved.

In the silent camp, Loman's roar echoed. At this moment, he no longer cared about the strength of the enemy, and only wanted to vent his own anger.

In the darkness, Aina's skeleton stood up again. At this moment, the entire front of her body was scorched black, an unknown number of ribs were broken, and even one arm was still intact, and the cuff on the other side was empty.

Loman could feel a familiar breath from it, which belonged to the Lich, and was even stronger than the previous Aina. When Aina was transformed, Loman didn't even see the enemy.

Looking at Aina's body, Loman was heartbroken. He had talked with him before, and the necromancer who wanted to live in seclusion after the battle turned into an undead creature in a blink of an eye.

"I've heard of your name, 'Heart of the Lich'. I've heard of it when I was an ordinary necromancer. I never expected to see you here."

A low-pitched male voice came from the skeleton mouth in front of Luoman, accompanied by the continuous opening and closing of the teeth, making bursts of piercing crisp sounds.

Luoman knew that Aina was already dead at this time, and it was another necromancer hiding in the dark who was the culprit behind all this.

After discovering this, Loman immediately calmed down, and tried to test with words: "I don't remember ever offending a powerful existence like you."

"Offended? No, you didn't offend me, and I didn't come here specially for you. I just happened to meet you in the process of doing routine things."

The deep male voice said so. At the same time, the jawbone of the skeleton opened wide, and it seemed to be facing Loman in front of him, showing an exaggerated smile. Even though its face had no flesh and blood, Loman could still feel this.

"Unexpectedly, the 'Heart of the Lich' is so vulnerable, and it is no different from the necromancers I have seen in ordinary times."

The words that came from his ear gave Loman a chill in his heart. If what the necromancer secretly said was true, he could be considered to be in full trouble.

"Death Devourer..."

At this moment, Loman couldn't help but think of the name.

After seeing Aina's tragic situation, Loman also understood what happened to Anmore, who had never appeared. He might have died at the hands of the necromancer after he left the camp.

At this time, Luoman had to recognize the fact that he had met an extremely terrifying existence, the Devourer of Undead that existed in the darkness.

The names of the Devourer of Undead became a curse that terrified Necromancers. Before that, Luoman didn't believe this, and he didn't expect it to be fulfilled now.

"Honestly, I don't like this name. I prefer to be called Vera, Death Knight Vera."

The necromancer in the dark did not deny the identity of the undead devourer. From his words, Loman got more useful information.

"Death knight...a powerful existence like you is willing to become a death knight whose life and death are controlled by others?"

Speaking of this, Loman's expression changed, as if he had thought of something:

"I heard that you have the ability to devour Liches. All the necromancers you met, including their Liches, all disappeared from the world and were never seen again, but in my opinion, you should keep those Liches. Come down and hide in a place that other necromancers don't know, and use it to carry out some kind of rebellion when the time is right."

In the end, Loman's words became firm, and there seemed to be an unshakable will in them.

"Let me join you. Death knights cannot violate the power of spiritual imprints. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot actively rebel against the necromancers who control them. They must rely on the power of other necromancers. Believe me, I can help you in this process." To help you, you don't want to be enslaved as a death knight for a lifetime.

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"Hahaha……"

Rampant laughter came from the darkness. Under the light of the fire, the skeleton that originally belonged to Aina swayed wantonly, the jawbone opened wide, and the elongated shadow twisted and deformed between the shaking hands and feet. In the end, its The entire lower jaw fell apart from the skull, never to be put back together again.

Looking at the skeleton in front of him, Luoman felt a little guilty, but compared to living, everything else was nothing.

Loman, who believed that his strength was far inferior to the Devourer of the Undead, could only win the chance of survival from other aspects. What surprised him was that he seemed to have made some mistakes in his guess.

"You have no idea what a great existence I am serving. Being able to become his death knight is a gift from the heavens. I will use my greatest feats to repay the master who gave me a new life. It's my chance."

The laughter gradually subsided, and in the darkness, a figure slowly walked out, covered by a wide hood, Loman couldn't see his face clearly.

When the unknown enemy appeared, the fear in Luoman's heart did not decrease at all, so he could only move his body closer to the Lich in the rear, trying to seek shelter from undead creatures, no matter how powerful the undead devourer was, he wanted to deal with them Lich, also need to spend a lot of means.

"However, you are right about one thing. I don't have the ability to devour corpses. Those corpses are indeed hidden by me."

The flames burning above the tent were completely extinguished at this moment, and the surrounding light suddenly dimmed. Only the fireball in Luoman's hand was still emitting a little gleam.

"I want to surprise the elves of Eri with a gift that will never be forgotten, so I need Liches, lots and lots of Liches."

"Now, 'Heart of the Lich', it's time to give me the Lich you own, and join me as a Lich with you."

As the wind blew past, the fireball in Luoman's hand shattered immediately, and the field fell into deep darkness, without any light.

Luoman was startled. Just as he ignited the fireball again, he saw an extremely strange face directly in front of him. He could almost feel the cold breath of that person.

Before he could cast a spell to escape, Loman's neck was firmly grabbed by a cold hand, and the cloud of death rushed into his body, and the flesh and blood were peeled off immediately, destroying all the organs in his body in an instant.

Breathing stopped, consciousness gradually blurred, unable to maintain the guidance of spells, the fireball that Loman failed to throw slowly dissipated, and the camp fell into deep darkness.