Beginning, Infinite Skill Tree

The heir of the duke looked at the dazzling white mark on the arm of the goat-headed demon, and the gods were also stunned."how come--!?"

"Idiot! Come back soon! Master Hanster!" a non-commissioned officer who came from the Second Fort yelled anxiously.

From the unique swordsmanship just now, he has recognized the identity of the young master of the'undead team'.

"Hanst? The only heir to Duke Huazhe!?" The commander's face finally changed drastically.

'This person is the child of Lord Duke?!Wouldn't the others too!'

Peng!!The Great Sword of Fran was broken by a stick, and Hanster, the heir of the Duke, was also knocked off.

When I saw this scene before me--

'fake!These undead teams of flanges are all fake.'The warrior finally reacted.

'Why those who were injured or fainted in the battle can't continue the fight, can't stand up soon as described in the'Black Soul'...'

He finally knew the answer.

Because these guys are not "undead" at all, but the heirs of the nobles?!

"Flower... Huazhe swordsmanship!"

"The one just now was Huazhe Swordsmanship... is it really the heir of the Huazhe Duke?! Ah! Doesn't that mean that the Flange Undead team is fake?"

"There is no undead team at all."

"What to do! We can't beat this demon at all. He is too powerful!"

The Flange Undead team was fake, and this matter was finally unable to be hidden and completely exposed under everyone's eyes.

The main force that can fight the Abyss turned out to be just a fake in the end.

Shocked and disappointed, such emotions could not be concealed on the faces of the soldiers.

The fighting spirit was depressed, and even the courage to hold the sword began to disappear.

Because of the loss of the spiritual support of the "Frande Undead", the soldiers' fear of the devil returned to their minds.

Originally, they all began to realize whether the'undead team' was unexpectedly weak, and the warriors who had doubts finally verified their thoughts.

The warriors who could have been entangled with the sheep's head demon in a vivid and colorful manner were beaten back and forth.

The sheep head devil held the girl in his hands, and did not directly pinch to death, but slowly increased force, causing the girl's bones to continue to make a cracking sound, screaming with pain, and saliva dripping from her mouth.

For a while, everyone backed away from the devil...

They held up their shields in fear, not daring to approach.

The girl finally lost her voice in the increasing pain, and Starklin's eyes were red and bloodshot when she saw this scene.

"Help her, who can save her?! Please! Help us." Starklin originally wanted to take the plate warriors to save people, but suddenly found that no one was daring to follow him. Come forward, they don't want to die for a little hire money.

Starklin could only pity them loudly.

But people were shocked by the demons.

Even the advanced sword skills used by the heirs of the duke can only leave a white mark. How can such ordinary weapons in their hands fight such a demon with such a powerful body defense.

"Stop kidding! Don't worry about fooling people in the clothes of the undead team! Isn't it you who will mess up everyone in the end? You bastards, why don't you hurry up to die! Maybe the devil wants your heart!" A warrior Yelled in fear.

In panic, he has lost his basic sanity.

The fear of the devil and Starklin's pleading seemed to irritate him, making him say such disgusting words.

Even Starklin's identity as a nobleman has forgotten to be in awe, and now he just wants to shirk responsibility and ease the fear in his heart.

"You cumbersome group, why don't you just die!" the soldier shouted again.

The commander on one side looked at the soldier angrily, just getting ready to reprimand the soldier.

Peng!!Starklin knelt down suddenly.

"Please...help us. That's right, we are the fake Falan Undead team. If you have any complaints, come to me, I am their captain. But now, please...help My companion!" Starklin pleaded humblely, and everyone was stunned by his gaze.

How low was that to the dusty gaze, in order for everyone to help him rescue the girl, an earl’s son did not hesitate to do this and knelt down for the soldiers.

However, the devil will not care about you.

Instead, he didn't find the heart, which made him even more violent.

At this time, Yan had found this place, and his body had aura and hidden magic, which was not discovered by everyone.

Homura watched kneeling down on that "Frande Undead Team", and the goat-headed demon who didn't look at the atmosphere at all, ready to kill.

'What a fool...'

Just looking at the'clothes' and the facial expressions of these people at this time, the information he wanted has probably been analyzed.

People who don't have the strength and can only talk about their ideals are not good leaders.

But it is even more annoying to "the guy who complained to his partner who extended a helping hand"!

Originally, these people would lose a large part of them until the arrival of Yan.

Thanks to the morale boost brought by the entry of the undead team, these people have been able to contend until now.

in other words--

Many of the soldiers here were saved by these'naive' nobles and young masters.

Even if they complain, it is the soldier who is least qualified to say that these nobles are allowed to die.

Yan silently glanced at the figure kneeling on the ground, as well as the "undead team" who were basically already adored and lying on the ground recklessly.

His hand suddenly stretched out into the void.

In the next moment, the arm was directly connected to the library space, and in the frightened cry of the beast ear mother, all the'alchemy materials' that had just been placed in front of her were taken away.

Then he took away a bunch of "dolls" that had been made into semi-finished products.

"Fighting against the abyss-you should let the professional come. Don't worry, your partner... we have it!" Yan's voice faintly spread in the air.

Starklin looked up in astonishment when he waited for tears.

But I didn't find which direction the sound came from.

The next moment, a sound like the ringing of the evening bell sounded, and a group of figures slowly rose from the ground in the center of the battlefield.