Rob quickly shook his shield, and the energy shield range exploded, instantly bounced away the iron zombies.

But before it could pop out many meters, the body of the iron zombie seemed to be dragged from the air to the ground, and suddenly fell to the ground. Then its feet kicked, and immediately shot towards No. 7 like a shell out of the barrel.

No.7 made a window pushing gesture, and the shield in his hand slapped the iron zombie, slapped it open like a fly.

After flying for more than ten meters, the iron zombie penetrated the ground and rolled several times, and then jumped up like nothing happened.

Rob felt that this iron zombie was much harder to deal with than the undead guards under Abbas. When he encountered the undead guards, if Rob had the current God of War Construct, it would be easy to deal with the other party.

But even though the iron zombie is one level lower than the undead guard, why is it so difficult to deal with? The combat instinct of this iron zombie is really terrible. It uses just one gravity technique to perfection, making No. 7 in a hurry.

Just as the iron zombie rushed up again, another figure rushed out from the side of it, and the drill in his hand stabbed out towards its face. It was Jirasha who moved.

The size of No. 7 is too big. It is like an elephant killing a mosquito, and it cannot be used for power and can't take advantage of it in two rounds. Rob ordered Jirasha to move.

The iron zombie slapped the side of the drill bit with a slap. With the force of the slap, she moved her entire body sideways and tried to drill into Jirasha's arms.

But Jirasha was prepared for it. He had practiced the movements designed by Rob for it well. He used one move after another until the enemy was destroyed. When the iron zombie caught its drill, it had already crossed its six-legged legs, retreated one position, and slashed the blade backwards inward.

When the iron zombie tried to drill into its arms, it happened to meet the blade of the shovel.

The iron zombie who suffered a loss once obviously knew the power of this steel weapon. The gravity around it suddenly doubled, pressing its body from the air stagnant to the ground.

As soon as it landed on the ground, Jirasha's shovel also fell on it at the same time. Jirasha just twisted the wide shovel for half a circle and came slanted, but the blade surface dropped by thirty centimeters. This distance was exactly the distance that the iron zombie dodged. Finally, the sharp blade fell on its neck.

His head was cut off and was shoveled into the air by a tilted blade. His headless body slapped on the ground.

Chapter 4: The Source of Dead Sleep

Rob breathed a sigh of relief and finally solved it. This iron zombie was too difficult to deal with. Just one gravity technique would have increased his strength several times. If it weren't for Jirasha, who had the same soul, he wouldn't know when he would have to rely on No. 7 alone.

At this time, Cabrit suddenly shouted, "Do you want to run?" He pointed his finger towards the mountain of corpses.

An invisible force surged out of Cabrit's hand, and a commotion immediately arose on the mountain of corpses. The corpses piled on the surface of the mountain of corpses bounced one by one like a charged component, jumping up one by one, jumping up seven or eight corpses and pounced on the pile of corpses together.

At this time, a corpse witch rushed out of the pile of corpses, pushed away the zombies and tried to rush out. Its claws were as sharp as the iron zombies before, and with an iron-gray metallic luster, it would be five big holes if it was buckled down.

Unfortunately, these summoned zombies have no pain or fear, and they will never let go if they hold them in one hand. When it grabbed one of the heads, the rest of the zombies had already hugged it firmly.

With the pull and hug, seven or eight living zombies pulled the corpse witch off the mountain and dragged them all the way to Rob.

Rob looked at Cabrit in surprise, but he didn't expect that his body would be destroyed and his soul would be in the moving structure. He had this ability to summon seven or eight living zombies in one go. It seemed that he had underestimated him before.

The corpse witch who was dragged in front of him and had been struggling hard did not move, but looked at No. 7 and Jilasha in surprise, and from time to time he threw his mind to the larger Leng Gang War God behind.

Knowing how to check the situation, is this corpse witch wise?

"He is a wise lich. He has been watching the battle just now. When he saw the iron zombie lose, he wanted to run away, thinking that no one noticed it." Cabrit said disdainfully.

This corpse witch has a soul heart, and has also evolved iron-gray skin on her body, with extremely sharp claws. She is obviously also a tin-level lich.

Both zombies and lichs belong to corpse witches, and the difference is that one is wise and the other is not wise. However, this wise lich is obviously not as brave as the wise zombie before, and her strength is far less than that. Seeing that the situation is not good for him, he actually became scared.

As long as you are afraid, No. 7 went over and pressed the other party, then locked it firmly with iron chains and lifted it into the air. In this way, the lich, whose body was tied and had nowhere to rely on force in the air, could not be used even if it had great power.

Cabrit hugged the head of the iron zombie before, and the mouth of the iron zombie with only one head remained constantly opened and closed.

Rob suddenly remembered that the iron zombies possess soul fire, and such a vigorous soul is a rare source of energy for the soul crystal. The resentful spirits that absorb the breath of death can obtain at most half of the energy, but the energy they receive is at least seventy or eighty percent.

Perhaps if a soul heart is absorbed, a new soul heart can be nurtured in the soul crystal.

When Rob took the tin zombie's head, then smashed the skull, and crushed the soul heart inside, the fluctuations of fear in the bound lich soul became stronger and stronger. For an undead creature, the damage on the ** is not fatal. Only this kind of soul damage is the most thorough.

This is the most cruel harm to the undead creatures. It scared the lich on the spot. It does not want it to be like this.

Rob didn't know that he had accidentally scared the other party, so he asked first: "Your name."

"De...Deri......" The rat and man answered tremblingly.

Names with very wise rat-man style are all tone words. Logically speaking, it is a lich now, and there shouldn't be such a rat-man style name. Does it retain the memory of life?

"Is it Deldred or Deldred?" Rob confirmed.

"Derid." The lich's speech was a little smoother.
Chapter completed!