Swah——

Wu Xiaode only felt that an extremely powerful force was pulling him and disappeared from the current world at once.

He suddenly remembered the last time he entered the world of death——

Must pretend to be dead!

As soon as the thought was born, wisps of silent magic mist emerged from the nothingness and swirled around him.

Wu Xiaode's whole person suddenly exuded a strong breath of death.

next moment.

The pulling force suddenly weakened.

Wu Xiaode fell to the ground.

"There's another warrior, let's see - ah, a dead man."

A group of floating ghost fire made a sound.

"Boy, the war is about to start, how about you coming forward?" said a humanoid monster with skin like lime.

A line of small ice crystal words suddenly popped up on the art of the dead:

"This is a corpse-turning demon."

Wu Xiaode glanced at it, then looked around.

I saw strange guys all around, all of them exuding an ominous death intent, staring closely at themselves.

There are about fifty of these undead, which can be regarded as a small team.

"Forward?" Wu Xiaode repeated.

"Yeah, you rush first, go on the road, and stand up to the cavalry of the demon army, we are behind you." The demon of corpse transformation.

"No, I have an injury, so it's best to cast spells in the middle of the team." Wu Xiaode said.

He showed everyone the wound on his arm.

"Very good," The Demon of Corpse Transformation laughed loudly, "It turns out that you were injured—looking at you like this, you are destined to go back to sleep in the cemetery—either die now, or follow orders to be the striker."

"Why can you order me?" Wu Xiaode asked curiously.

The Demon of Corpse Transformation paused, and said with a gloomy face: "We want to protect the boundary monument, and a guy like you should go to investigate the enemy's intelligence."

boundary marker?

At this time, Wu Xiaode noticed that there was a stone tablet emitting a dim light not far away.

On the ground around the stele—

No, it should be said that within the range that the light of the stone tablet can shine, all the ground is composed of corpses.

These corpses are in different shapes and forms, all sinking to the ground, huddled together, motionless.

When Wu Xiaode stared at the stele, the Book of the Undead was immediately opened, revealing lines of small characters in ice crystals:

"You discovered the boundary monument, the kingdom of death."

"Primary boundary monument."

"This tablet can collect the soul power of all sleeping souls and use it to construct the laws of death and provide power for the undead."

"You are shrouded in the power of the boundary monument, and you have received an additional blessing: body repair."

"Your injury is improving."

"Additional reminder:"

"The content of this trial is to protect the boundary monument and ensure that the boundary here belongs to the kingdom of death."

- That's what happened.

Then it is even more impossible to stay away from this boundary monument and become a striker.

"Sorry, I'm still guarding the boundary monument. For the striker, you can find someone else."

Wu Xiaode said with a smile.

"Who gives him some color to see." The Demon of Corpse Transformation roared.

A zombie covered in blood stood up.

"You have the last chance to go out to explore the enemy's situation, otherwise I will torture you severely, and begging for mercy is useless." Zombie said.

Wu Xiaode was thoughtful.

——It seems that the pure dead have a very low status in the kingdom of the dead.

But I don't want to be a forward cannon fodder.

War is completely different from one-on-one and group fights. If the strength of an individual is not extremely strong, there is no way to control a war.

- like a bone dragon.

Last time, before the bone dragon appeared, all the undead could only struggle.

Besides, I don't even know who the enemy is now.

My arm is hurt.

Need to recover the injury here at the boundary monument.

"I still decided to guard here." Wu Xiaode said.

"You are courting death." Zombie sneered.

It rushed towards Wu Xiaode—

"stop!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

The undead froze and turned to look.

I saw a skeleton wearing a full set of battle armor appear more and more, strode to Wu Xiaode, took out the long knife around his waist, pointed at the undead and shouted:

"This is my brother, who forced him to be a cannon fodder, don't blame me for getting mad!"

Wu Xiaode glanced at it and recognized the skeleton.

——In fact, he didn't recognize the skeleton, because the skeletons should be almost the same...

Wu Xiaode made the judgment based on the tone and demeanor of the skeleton.

It should be the skeleton who played dead with him in the last promotion trial.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Wu Xiaode smiled.

"It's not too long, I got a lot of adventures and treasures to advance - buddy, you are really fast." Skull whispered.

The two looked at each other together.

I saw the undead staring at the skeleton, and there was a burst of whispers.

Looking at this, the skeleton seems to be famous?

"Hey, Rotten Bone Boy, you actually helped a wounded deceased? Sooner or later, garbage like him will be eliminated!" The Demon of Corpse Transformation shouted loudly.

Rubbish?

You don't know how wretched and sinister he is!

Skeleton sneered in his heart, shook his head, and said solemnly: "Trash? You don't know how heroic and fearless he is!"

"Anyway, I don't agree with sacrificing him like this to investigate any **** information."

Undead, look at me, I look at you.

The Demon of Corpse Transformation said loudly: "Well, we don't force him to be cannon fodder, but according to the rules on the battlefield, everyone is based on strength - you let him fight, if he can win, We have nothing to say!"

"Yes, do things fairly, and fight me in front of everyone!" Zombie also said.

"This..." The skeleton looked embarrassed.

The other party is completely in control this time, even if it is himself, it is not easy to say anything more.

"It's okay, just one fight." Wu Xiaode said with a smile.

Skeleton said: "Your injury—"

"Small problem." Wu Xiaode said.

"Okay, then be careful." Skull said.

When the undead saw that the matter was settled, they backed away to make room for Wu Xiaode and the zombies to fight.

A white ghost fell on the field and announced loudly:

"In this battle, one side is a zombie with the title of "Drag King", whose soul power reaches 20 points, and the acquired skills are Poison Mist, Body of Steel, and Devour the Dead;"

"Another contestant please come on stage!"

It looked at Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode was a little strange, he never thought that the ghost would read out the opponent's skills and name directly.

Seems like a fair fight.

Then, you will be announced to yourself as a skill?

He stepped forward directly.

The white ghost immediately announced loudly: "The deceased named Wu Xiaode has reached 20 soul power, and the skills obtained are the fog of death, the hand of death, and the momentum."

When it came to 'gaining momentum', the players watching below burst into a commotion.

The Demon of Corpse Transformation burst out laughing.

"Positive! He chose the **** skill of Posing, that's enough!"

"There are still candidates for such **** skills?"

"The dead are a bunch of **** with bad brains!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Wu Xiaode's expression was calm, but he just thought about it.

It seems that the status of the deceased is very low.

Is there racism in Dead Nation too?

Is it because the deceased maintains the original form and hasn't mutated much?

Wu Xiaode didn't care about the zombie's provocation.

He was curious about another thing—

Obviously his abilities are Silent Magic Mist, Dirty Magic Hand (Thousand Hands), and Possession.

Why is it pronounced as the fog of death and the hand of death?

I remember that in the parallel world, "Death" saw the bronze hand and read the same sentence.

Why?

As if he knew what he was thinking, the book of the dead quietly opened, revealing lines of small words in ice crystals:

"The 'Wall of Sighs Insurmountable by All Beings' constructed in this book can transform all moves and techniques into abilities with your personal style."

"Example:"

"Death's hand can simply manipulate objects without stopping for minor injuries;"

"—Like a pair of dead hands, it can withstand normal attack damage, and as long as the structure is not damaged, it will not stop moving."

"After being strengthened by the 'Wall of Sighs', the 'Hand of Death' is transformed into your own unique 'Dirty Magic Hand'."

understood!

So, will the white ghost know all his skills?

Just as Wu Xiaode was thinking, the Book of the Undead was opened again, revealing lines of small words on ice crystals:

"Because of the hidden characteristics of the 'Silent Magic Mist' and the super-advanced perfect evolution status of the 'Thousand Hands', the other party cannot detect your true skills."

Wu Xiaode was suddenly stunned.

It seems that he originally obtained the fog of death and the hand of death.

But by sighing the walls, they changed and became their own style of behavior.

As a result, the ability to fight is of course different.

It's just that there's no need to explain this to anyone, just be clear in your own heart.

He stood silently, waiting for White Ghost's next instruction.

"Okay, the battle is about to begin."

"I hope you don't kill each other and leave a relationship with each other."

The zombie named "Mopping King" shouted loudly: "Stinky boy, I have eaten dozens of guys like you before I came here, and you will also be eaten by me in the ring!"

The white ghost said helplessly:

"Okay, stop talking."

"I announce that the losers will be kicked out of the trial war directly and go to sleep again."

"—If he hadn't died in the ring."

"The countdown to three seconds, the game begins."

"three,"

"two,"

"one,"

"start!"

The white ghost stepped back.

The zombie opened his mouth immediately, and immediately spewed poisonous mist at Wu Xiaode.

Between lightning and flint—

A bronze hand stretched out from the void and covered the zombie's mouth.

Dirty hands!

Another bronze hand appeared, covering the zombie's eyes.

thump—

Wu Xiaode punched the zombie's stomach and sent it flying seven or eight meters away.

It's a pity that he injured an arm and has not been effectively treated, so he can only use the power of one hand.

Otherwise, the blow just now will end the battle.

"Protest! Blindfolded and covered mouth~lightnovelpub.net~ This fight is too dirty!" The Demon of Corpse Transformation shouted loudly.

"This is a life-and-death battle, what's dirty, it's going to die in a while!" Rotten Bone Boy retorted loudly.

on the field.

The zombie was pressed to the ground by two bronze hands, punching punch after punch.

The hands are bronze hands.

A fist is an iron fist.

Wu Xiaode stood far away, not intending to approach the zombie at all.

After all, his arm was injured, and he was sucked by the learning demon king, so there is not much soul power left.

And... 5 o'clock.

To save.