Invincible Heroes: Lord of the Undead

"Resurrect the tyrant!"

Lin Jin turned to the tyrant's corpse in front of him again and said faintly.

A black mist once again filled the air from the tyrant's corpse, and the power of darkness began to penetrate the tyrant's corpse.

This time, there was finally no resistance, and all the black mist spread out. The fog was integrated into the tyrant's body.

Ding! Resurrection of the tyrant requires three million souls, 500 crowned souls, do you want to pay?

At this moment, another system prompt sounded in Lin Jin's ears.

Three million souls, this is ordinary Soul value, but 500 crowned souls are collected from the corpses of crowned creatures.

500 souls, this almost means 500 crowned creatures.

This alone is not something that ordinary people can satisfy of

"Is the purpose of the crowned soul originally to resurrect mythical monsters?"

Lin Jin felt a little enlightened when he heard the prompt.

There are only two kinds of souls, one is the crown soul, and the other is the ordinary soul.

Except for the crown soldiers, the rest are ordinary souls. Maybe this is also the crown soul. The origin of the supreme status of living things.

Lin Jin's Abyss Withering Sword has the ability to absorb souls independently, and it will also absorb crown souls.

When Lin Jin does not mobilize crown souls, all the souls used are ordinary souls. This crowned soul has always been stored.

He was originally thinking about the circumstances under which he would use the crowned soul, but he did not expect that it would be at this time.

"Pay!"

He did not hesitate and immediately chose to pay the soul.

In an instant, he saw a rich black light emitting from the withered sword of the abyss, and then countless souls began to pour out from the black light.

He saw the souls connected in one line. Lines, along the various scars on the tyrant's body, poured into his body crazily.

The entire tyrant's huge body was shrouded in darkness, and everything looked very evil.

"What is he doing?"

On the battlefield, many people turned their attention to Lin Jin.

Naturally, they all felt such a big movement. With the influx of souls, a depressing aura began to spread, as if there was something sinister. The beast is about to wake up.

This feeling is frightening.

The soul is injected faster and faster, and the whole body of the tyrant is completely shrouded in darkness. No one can see clearly what is happening inside.

In the eyes of many people In the midst of his gaze, he saw two lantern-like red lights suddenly light up in the darkness.

Through these two red lights, a huge silhouette also emerged.

"No way!"

A famous player looked at the silhouette that emerged, and they were all astonished, as if they were mourning their concubines.

"Roar!"

At the next moment, a sound like thunder on the ground rang out, and all the black fog suddenly dissipated, and an extremely cruel figure emerged.

It had a pig-headed body, with canine teeth exposed on the head, and turned upward, with scarlet eyes. , the big black ears are covered with hard and sparse guard hairs, and the body like a hill is wearing heavy armor. The heavy armor is broken, with some scars on it, revealing the hair inside that is as hard as fine steel and as sharp as a blade. In his hand, he holds a close-up The ten-meter-long sword stood beside him, majestic.

This was none other than the tyrant!

The pig demon tyrant!

At this time, the tyrant had completely transformed into an undead creature, exuding a strong dark aura, depressing The aura made it appear ferocious, and it seemed to be even more powerful than before.

After the tyrant was resurrected, its eyes suddenly looked at the Goblin Legion in front, and saw that it had reached the Goblin Legion in just a few steps. In front of them.

At this time, all the goblins were already dumbfounded.

Seeing the former faith coming to them with murderous intent, all they had left in their hearts was despair.

How could it be? How could such a creature be resurrected!

What a bug!

They were in a daze, and the tyrant would not be in a daze. However, they saw the ten-meter-long long sword in their hands slashing past. The black blade flashed past, and the hundreds of Goblin legions in front of them were all directly chopped into pieces..

Rain of blood sprayed, and the tyrant's long sword swung again, slashing to the other side, also bringing a rain of blood.

Slashing left and right, it was like entering a deserted land, and with every attack, the enemy's legions were destroyed. Clear the area.

As for these Goblin legions, they have no way to cause much damage to the tyrant.

Ice cone fireballs in the sky, lightning in the sky, and various attacks all hit the tyrant, but the damage caused is only minimal.

This Just give the tyrant a little bit of damage, and the latter can recover immediately.

King Golden Behemoth and the tyrant have gone crazy. They are invincible, easily smashing the defense lines one after another, and all the undead follow them, together Charge.

Every minute, a lot of lives are dying.

"It's over, the evil ghost of the gun, everything is over, let's retreat, there's no way we can win against this kind of opponent!"

The evil ghost of the shield shouted loudly towards the evil ghost of the gun.

The battlefield was in chaos. All the undead had rushed in. Their defense lines were retreating steadily, and the scene was overwhelming.

Now that the tyrant has been resurrected, it can be said that it has given a They have added another mountain of pressure.

As long as they cannot stop the Golden Behemoth King and the Tyrant, no matter how much force they use to charge, they will only be defeated.

"No, I won't go, I won't go! We have more numbers and can defeat them!"

The evil spirit of the gun roared at the top of his lungs.

"Don't be stupid, even the trolls and goblins have begun to flee now, no matter how many there are, they will all be killed!"

Another person shouted loudly

"retreat! Retreat!"

Someone else shouted loudly, pulling on the surrounding players.

This power gap can no longer be made up by such a small number of troops. What's more, they are still far weaker than the undead at the championship level..The only thing worth mentioning about them is their numbers.

But now their numbers are decreasing crazily, and they are aligned towards the undead.

This means that even if they continue to resist like this, they will only end up with an entire army. annihilated.

If possible, they would naturally be willing to pay a heavy price to defeat the undead army.

But now, even if their entire army is annihilated, it is impossible to defeat Lin Jin.

Then they have to consider their escape route.

Faced with As the crowd roared, the Ghost of the Gun slowly became silent.

His eyes were unwilling, but also helpless.

It was impossible to win!

Their efforts were meaningless after all. While they were trying their best to grow, , but Lin Jin didn’t relax at all and kept growing.

The gap between the two sides would only get bigger and bigger.

Maybe at the beginning, they could still cause trouble to Lin Jin, but now, they have long lost the threat.

Once defeated this time, it will also mean the defeat of the entire United Kingdom of Kalco.

It will also mean the increase in Lin Jin’s strength!

After all, is there any other way to defeat the King of Evernight?

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