Transcendent Dawn Chapter 366: President Black Death

"Fifth order?"

"Legend?"

"Does Beatrice mean this? Or did I misheard it?"

Sean's head is a bit muddled, but after all, he is no longer the unlearned fellow before, but a serious [Necromancer], Tier 3 professional!

From the current Sulu, he did feel a kind of temperament as majestic as a mountain and as deep as the sea.

"No way... Sulu is only a few years old, and he is Tier 5? Is the professional so worthless? No... Even in the 11th round, there are very few Tier 5 combat powers. Very rarely, I only know one..."

"But...if it wasn't for the fifth-order legend, how could it be possible to directly suppress the fourth-order Beatrix?"

Sean opened his mouth wide, knowing that his roommate was really different.

"This is...the ritual of death, are you preparing to break through [King of the Undead]?"

Sulu ignored Sean, glanced at the surrounding ceremony, and immediately recognized him.

[The King of the Undead] is a Tier 5 legendary occupation, and it is very cumbersome to find a job with many requirements.

Sulu, who has read the Scriptures of Death, understands a certain part of it. It is a ritual to please Ms. Yue, which requires at least more than a hundred deaths of extraordinary species. The higher the rank, the success of the later promotion. The greater the rate.

Of course, this ceremony is just one of the insignificant conditions.

But Beatrice was actually preparing for this, obviously with the certainty of promotion legend, she began to touch the fifth-tier domain.

This made Sulu a little surprised. Beatrice's progress was a bit unexpected, and she almost caught up with her cheating cheat.

Fortunately, she did not become a climate, otherwise it would be a disaster.

Whether it is to yourself or to the world!

"Submit me!"

He spoke again, wanting to see how strong his control over Beatrice is with his current rank and the contract that was originally branded.

"Lord...Lord..."

Beatrix's expression is very painful.

Half of her face was muscularly twisted, and the other half was even more terrifying, and her skin rotted and fell in pieces.

It seems that there are two powers, sawing back and forth on her.

"Sure enough..."

Su Lu's heart sank after seeing this scene, knowing that Beatrice was really favored by Ms. Yue and she became the "container" of her arrival.

Of course, it is not such a simple matter for a **** to come.

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

Sulu estimated that the evil **** was just casting a net, and if he saw the aptitude, he would cultivate it slightly.

Wait until the fifth level, before you really ‘pay attention’ and ‘invest’.

"But... there is still a way to help her expel the influence she had planted before and turn her into my puppet... A Tier 4 [Undead] with the potential to be promoted to [Undead King]’s assistant, It seems very good..."

Sulu stroked his chin.

At this moment, I saw Beatrice half-kneeling, seeming to be under tremendous pressure, trying to forcibly stand up.

Not only that, but she also started to whisper in a low voice: "I pray to you...the lord of death, the moon..."

"Shut up!"

Sulu gave a low voice, and the chain of spirit emerged, directly sealing Beatrice's mouth.

He shook his head and turned to untie Sean: "Sorry...Is my servant scared you?"

"Are you really Sulu?"

Sean seemed to want to step forward and squeeze Sulu's face, but he didn't dare: "Wait a minute...what did you say? Your maid?"

"It is very troublesome to explain, but I did make her..."

Sulu shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless gesture.

"But it's a classmate anyway, I will take care of her..."

For example...Erase all of your mind and turn into a blank piece of paper, and then ask Green Tree Castle to teach, maybe you can really harvest a senior maid who can take part in the battle.

If the brainwashing fails, it can also be made into a thaumatological card.

"Sorry... the saint of our company, can't be taken away by you so easily!"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the cold crypt.

This voice does not contain the slightest emotion, but it can give people a cold feeling from the bottom of my heart.

Su Lu squinted his eyes and seemed to see a trace of dark green color continuously rendering, like a plague, entwining the still-lived werewolf captives.

They screamed and lost their lives directly, their body temperature dropped rapidly and turned into cold corpses.

Just the sound, it took the lives of a lot of low-level professionals!

"Stop!"

Seeing that the dark green is about to cover him and the Sean next to him, Sulu shouted with arrogant words, finally preventing the "rendering" of the color.

Oh!

Oh!

Beside, Sean's teeth trembled a little, and in the face of the enormous and astonishing pressure, there was an urge to kneel down.

Because it appeared, it was a Tier 5 occupation of [Doomed], and it was also the incarnation of death.

"[Necromancer]?"

Su Lu looked into the darkness~IndoMTL.com~ There, the image of a black-robed old man slowly emerged.

He dressed meticulously, like the most exquisite nobleman, holding a black staff, his eyes and even the whites of his eyes became pure black.

Not only that, but the other party seemed to be a completely lifeless corpse, unable to feel any heartbeat or breath of living beings.

On the contrary, all kinds of dead spirits, evil spirits, fierce spirits, evil spirits... are living on him, as if he is a lair of dead spirits!

"My dear Bolong Garba! President of the Black Death Club!"

The old man pressed his chest and bowed: "I wonder if you can let go of the saint of our society?"

"Sorry, this won't work."

Sulu shook his head, his expression becoming solemn.

The Black Death Society holds two main career paths, one of which is the promotion path of undead creatures, represented by Beatrice, and the second is the [Doomed] path!

This path takes death and doom as the core, is proficient in undead spells, and is a master of playing with corpses and souls!

"That's really a pity..."

Bolong shook his head.

One by one, dead spirits emerged from his body, from under his clothes, from his eyes, nose, and ears.

In an instant, an army of undead that can fill the crypt is formed!

They are all illusory spirit bodies, their bodies are translucent, and they have lost all their colors. Their facial expressions are hideous, painful, or dazed... The only thing they have in common is the hatred of life in their eyes.

"Necromancers, evil spirits, evil spirits, evil spirits..."

The corner of Sulu's mouth is slightly raised: "Bringing such an army of undead around, deserves to be the king who controls the undead, if other professionals encounter it, it will definitely be very troublesome, but it is a pity that you met me!" /

To deal with spirits, this is the specialty of [psychic]!