Although he is a real necromancer, since he obtained the [Death Hug], Crasud's fighting style has become increasingly more and more melee combat. On the contrary, the signature skill of the necromancer - Death Summoning Technique, has almost no progress. Perhaps it is the so-called "blessing and misfortune".

call out!

"The goddess' embrace, reincarnation, and funeral!"

Under the diving cover of the ferrymen, Crassud waved the giant scythe in his hand suddenly, and more than ten dark gray streams of light shot out from behind him, pointing directly to Naili not far away.

"Anti-soul-reverse monument."

The moment he raised his arm gently, a huge phantom of the tombstone suddenly appeared in front of Naili. The ancient tombstone in style was faintly vague, making people unable to see it. The only thing that can be confirmed is that there seem to be many small characters written on the tombstone.

Bang!

Both seemingly unrealistic, but at the moment of collision, unimaginable energy burst out. With the roar like a bronze bell, the illusory tombstone shook violently under the impact of the light of death, as if it was about to collapse.

"Gathering"

With a vague low moan, Naili slowly opened his palm, and with his movements, the illusory tombstone suddenly flashed.

Soon, the continuous rolling and surging stream of death began to gradually disappear, as if it had been absorbed.

"opposite"

boom!

A few seconds later, Naili gently pushed his palm, and Krasud's familiar stream of light suddenly gushed out from the illusory tombstone, even more powerful than before.

"snort!"

After swinging the giant sickle in his hand hard and dispersing the flowing light, Crasud snorted coldly and rushed upwards.

"What a flexible skill. As a necromancer, he can still have the agility of an assassin. Seniors are really envious of me..."

Looking at the black figure moving at high speed in the air, Naili suddenly applauded gently, but before his laughter stopped, the black cloak in the air, which seemed to be empty, suddenly fell in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"There are more surprising to you..."

Whoosh!

With a sharp roar, the breathtaking cold light suddenly slashed through the floating cloak and slashed towards Naili with a thunder and lightning speed. The high-speed friction even put a faint wave of air on the tip of the sickle blade.

Puff!

"Um!?"

After a few breaths, Naili, who was still smiling on his face, was split into two, but the emptiness from the sickle clearly told Crasud that the other party did not become the soul of his sickle.

"This is……"

Suddenly, Naili's body, which was split into two, suddenly turned into a wisp of light smoke. At the same time, an object quickly fell from mid-air to the ground. Crasud picked it up and found that it was a witchcraft doll cut in half.

"It's so dangerous, so dangerous... I almost got cut in half."

The Death Praying on the ground stood Naili on his back. Although he was patting his chest, looking in shock, his eyes were not panicked.

"snort!"

After splitting a death knight rushing towards him in half, Crasud threw the doll aside with force, and then rushed into the air.

"Ah, oh, oh... This is another trick. By the way, I'm not good at melee..."

Naili, who sighed while constantly turning his eyes, tried to capture the high-speed black figure in the air, soon found that his sight could not catch up with the other party's footsteps.

Whoosh!

There was another flash, and the black cloak spun and then fell behind Naili, and the huge sickle swung to his original target again.

roar!

Bang!

This time, the Death Guard blocked the fatal blow. Although it paid the price of an arm, it allowed Nali to calmly leave his original position.

"No one can run away from me!"

Unwilling to give up, Crasud made the same move again, but every time he attacked, he would kill a scapegoat, Death Knight, Bone Dragon, Lich, Ghost, and Aggregation Monster at a critical moment... All the undead creatures he had seen seemed to appear in front of him in a different trick, making every attack futile. Until this moment, he finally found that his situation seemed to be a little bad...

"This...is your plan?"

Once again, Crasud suddenly stopped his futile attack and stared at Naili, who was more than ten meters ahead with his eyes burning with the swaying fire.

"Plan? I never planned."

He spread his hands with a smile, Naili's smile was full of mockery, and the short ten meters between him and Crasud was already filled with countless undeads. Not only between the two, but in fact, the entire hall had completely fallen into the ocean of undead...

"You can summon so many undead when you are hunted..."

Turning his head and looking at it, Crasud did not find his ferrymen in the dense legion of the undead, obviously they were submerged.

“…You are really not simple.”

"Well, after all, I'm not good at melee combat, so I have to rely on my brothers to fight."

"But... do you think you can defeat me this way?"

Although he was in a siege, Crassud was still very disdainful.

"Don't you know just by trying it?"

With a wave of his hand, the encirclement suddenly gathered, and countless undead pushed each other and Crasudd was surrounded.

"No matter how much garbage..., it will be garbage after all."

Buzz!

As if a pulsing string, a faint thin line began to linger between Crasud's pale bone fingers.

"Just go back to the garbage dump!"

Buzz!

In the blink of an eye, cold light suddenly appeared and mercury poured into the ground. With the faint vibration in the air, faint thin lines suddenly spread around like waves blown by the breeze.

Puff~~!

Soon, the huge number of undead were like cut wheat, shattering and collapsed in pieces. As long as you look closely, you will find that the marks on their bodies are very smooth and flat.

"Little kid, now you know what fighting is..."

Krassud, who gently pulled the thin line between his fingers, could not see any expression, walked leisurely towards Naili, who was not far ahead.

"Haha, those are just soups before the meal, and the real good show is still to come."

He didn't care at all that the undead he summoned was destroyed. Naili just smiled slightly and then raised his right arm suddenly.

In an instant, a large group of high-level undead spirits surged out behind him, including even existences like Frost Bone Dragon.

"Fear? Fear? Want to make up for your timidity with that hypocritical amount? The necromancers have been hiding behind the summoned creatures for too long, and have even forgotten how they fought the arcanes, so..."

Bang!

A faint stream of light flashed between the pale bone fingers, like a small spark bursting from the circuit.

“…just that!”

Buzz!

In a breath, several slight streams of light suddenly passed through the air. Time was so short that even the expression on Naili's face had not frozen, but there seemed to be a faint smile hidden from his eyes...

"so……"

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the strands of black hair on Naili's bangs suddenly split into two, and slowly slid downwards.

"……Yeah?"

Puff~~~~~~!

After saying that, in an instant, all the undead within ten meters behind Naili were divided into two pieces, like collapsed dominoes, disintegrating one by one in a fan shape, and even the huge frost bone dragon was no exception.

"Oh? Did you miss it? This is the first time..."

Krassud seemed quite surprised to see that Naili had only lost a few strands of hair.

"Senior, I should be fighting back now, right?"

Before he finished speaking, the fierce army of undead rushed towards Krasud, and the twelve ghosts were naturally the ones who were hit.

"Just focusing on quantity alone is actually a stupid act..."

The line of death originally used for attack was as flexible as a thread under a slugger between Crassud's fingers. Faced with the dense spell bombardment, the faint threads, with Crassud's light steps, woven into a tight net and rolled into a huge ball of threads, completely carrying the opponent's attack.

Boom~~~~!

In the deafening loud bang, as Crasud suddenly inserted his sickle to the ground and pressed his right hand to the back of his left hand, the ground was suddenly divided into countless pieces by some mysterious force.

"...So you can experience the bitter fruits of this failure!"

Buzz!

Suddenly, all the originally vague threads were displayed.

But the result is terrifying. The entire space is densely covered with countless silk threads. The ground and the sky are everywhere, like a spider's nest. At the center of the nest, Crassud himself is naturally, and all the silk threads come from the palm of his hand.

Buzz ~~!
To be continued...