Chapter 170 Take action in person

"Oh, are you distracted again?" Bonnie blinked her eyes and looked at her young lady in surprise. Just now, he was still talking, but suddenly he ignored himself and stared in front of him in a daze. This is the fifth time since returning home.

"What's wrong with this... Is something good or bad?" The little girl muttered a few times. Finding that my young lady still ignored her signs, she just smiled sweetly and stared straight at somewhere in a daze. Suddenly, she felt bored and picked up the clothes waiting to be washed and walked out of the room.

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Lance pushed the door inside, but was suddenly shocked.

"Where is this!?" Everything in front of us, there is no elegant and unique furniture, no beautiful flowers and trees in the garden, only a dark ghost fire cemetery, broken limbs and arms are all over the mountains, and the whole world is a doomsday scene. The corpses and minced meat were covered with, and I don't know how many people and animals died...

A huge 100-meter-high white bone skeleton emanates a strong and huge breath of death, standing between this dark world.

In the two fleshless eye sockets of the horrible huge skull, there is a frightening ghost fire, which is a thousand times more evil than the blood count Lance met on his way home.

I don't know how many kinds of biological bones this skeleton is stitched together. Some parts are already white bones, and some parts still carry the rotten flesh and blood of the original owner. So many biological bones and flesh gathered together on this skeleton with a strong breath of death, giving people a creepy feeling.

The tragic green ghost fire and rotten bone and blood fall from the skeleton of more than 100 meters. Every step it takes, its body will frequently fall off those entrails that have not yet rotted, residues, and extreme nausea... Just looking at it from a distance will have the impulse to vomit crazily. If it is close, maybe He will be directly fainted by this extremely strong smell of death.

However, Lance is not close now. He stands in front of the skeleton frame and is deeply stared at by the two huge ghost eyes hanging high in the 100-meter-high sky. The huge pressure of death enveloped his body in an instant. A voice from the nine hells resounded through his mind: "Dedicate your soul, pay tribute to your flesh and blood, and you will get eternal life!"

"What a terrible pressure! Uh-huh..." Lance snorted and felt that his soul was about to be sucked out by those ghost eyes.

'Hmm, that's impossible! If this pressure is true, is it the holy skeleton king?' Lance's face was pale, covered with sweat, and his heart was full of puzzles.

'This must be fantasy magic, but such a real pressure is unbelievable... Humph, it's all fake, disappear!'

When the pressure was about to hit again, Lance roared in his heart and did not use any fighting spirit. Instead, he concentrated his firm martial arts mind to the bottom of his heart, closed his eyes, and silently tortured the scene in front of him.

With a "bang", it was like something shattered. At the moment when the huge bone hand touched Lance's body, the whole picture collapsed and disappeared. Revealed the original world.

Lance opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful inner courtyard in the garden, which was completely opposite to the scene of destroying hell just now, and breathed softly in his heart. After returning to the house, he was led to the inner courtyard of the mansion by the old housekeeper, saying that the owner had something to call him, and then the old housekeeper left alone, and Lance pushed the door into the garden.

Next, I saw the apocalyptic scene just now. The corpses are everywhere, and the bones are piled up like mountains... Even if they are temple knights who have practiced in the temple for many years, they are also a little shocked by the scene just now. After all, on this continent that has been peaceful for thousands of years, no matter how difficult the task is, it will not reach that level. Lance is doubting whether the scene he just saw has to kill all the population and livestock in the world to form.

This is in the inner courtyard of the mansion. Only his father, Quinn Rossil, one of the three magicians of the empire, can give powerful fantasy magic to himself here. The strength of this fantasy magic is that after being brought into the scene, it can make people temporarily forget what they have experienced and the scene, which is enough to prove the power and strangeness of this fantasy magic, which is more unpredictable than the one Lance experienced in the college library, but not The same thing is that there is no real attack in this fantasy magic. However, even so, it is difficult for people who are extremely determined to get out of it.

While wondering why he wanted to release such magic, Lance secretly admired his father's strength. Even with his own strength, insight and mind, he hesitated for a few seconds after being brought into the fantasy magic, and almost forgot what he was doing and where he was before. Then it took nearly eight seconds to finally get out of trouble. Don't think how amazing this number is. If you are in the battle with the strong, a second is the moment to decide the victory or defeat, let alone eight seconds, so he does not have any pride at this time; of course, he will not be depressed. After all, he is just an intermediate warrior now, if The strength at the peak must not be like this.

"Well, Lance, you have done a good job, and your strength has been greatly refined. I'm very satisfied." At this time, a faint voice sounded, interrupting Lance's thinking.

I didn't hear it first. Naturally, he knew that it was his father Quinn Rosier who spoke. After two steps, his father's figure finally appeared in front of him. Just as he was about to bow to see him, he suddenly let out a surprised sound and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Although he was still wearing the big golden magician's robe, Quinn Rosier did not carry his hands and face the door with his back to the sky as usual. Instead, he stared at himself with his eyes. But this is not the place that caused Lance's surprise, but the person his father was holding in his hand.

To be precise, it is not a person, because the man in a ghost green magic robe has been so thin that he only has a skeleton left, and his thin skin is loose on his bones. It can be seen that there is no flesh and blood under his skin. And this person seems to have died a long time ago, but he still has a disgusting and strong death.

"Dead Magician?" Lance asked in a low voice.

"Well, yes, this is the undead magician. The scene just now was full of fantasy magic of the death scene, which was not cast by me. To be precise, I should present to you a magical fantasy of the dead that has been extinct for thousands of years by inspiring the imprint on this person. Quinn Rosier said.

"Son, you are very good. I didn't expect you to get out of trouble in less than ten seconds, and your mind was not scared." Quinn nodded with relief.

"Father!" Lance suddenly opened his eyes wide, because it seemed that this was the first time Quinn had called himself 'son' in so many years. In the past, he just called his name faintly. So I was happy and excited.

Quinn nodded with a smile, then looked at him and suddenly said seriously, "I can see that this time you have grown a lot on behalf of the college to carry out the mission of the magic invasion of the dead. But don't be complacent, because the undead you deal with are just the lowest and worst existence.

"I understand." Lance nodded. Then he looked at the dead man in a ghost robe in his father's hand again and said uncertainly, "Is this this time? ......”

"Well, this guy is one of the two undead magicians who created the undead magic disaster in our eastern continent." Quinn said lightly.

"So that's it, but I heard that the college and the magician's guild sent strong men to capture the two undead magicians. At that time, you seemed to be still at home?" Lance said uncertainly.

"Yes, I was still working on a large experiment at that time. However, later, Hillard of the Magic Department of your college sent back the news to the imperial capital, saying that the evil necromancer tracked on his side used a lot of life-consuming secrets, and it has been difficult to catch up completely. Especially on the way to chase, the two escaped undead magicians, who did not know whether it was a coincidence or had a special way of communication, unexpectedly fled to a place. After meeting, they seemed to share the gains of this killing. The lost vitality completely recovered, and their strength was improved again. It will be difficult for Hilard and another great practitioner to kill them completely.

Quinn smiled and said, "Because the two great knights of the temple are not in the imperial capital, I have to help on behalf of the magicians' guild. The two guys were completely captured at the west coast border.

"It turned out that you took action yourself in the end." Lance said admiringly. But why didn't I know this paragraph in my previous life? Lance whispered to himself. I remembered that I stayed in the temple day and night in my previous life and never went home, so it was normal not to know my father's whereabouts.

"What are you muttering?" Quinn asked.

"Oh, nothing. I'm thinking, isn't the Magician Guild the most powerful to hunt down heresies together this time? Lance said.

"Well, that's natural." Quinn Rosier smiled, but revealed a sense of complacency and seemed to enjoy his son's worship: "I have already said that the magic department of the college is unreliable. It's better to come to our magician's guild earlier."

"Uh." Lance was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"Ha ha, although the people in the magic department are not very good, the martial arts strongman of the college is indeed very powerful. Whether it is the president or vice president of this generation.