deceased

Mundella shook his head and said, "No."

--give me back!

"No."

Rhodes couldn't listen anymore, he was afraid that if he didn't speak to stop him again, this childish teacher and student might just talk about these two sentences forever.He coughed dryly and said, "I think we should look at this issue rationally."

--To shut up!

"To shut up."

Rhodes spread his hands and said, "How do you solve the problem by shutting up?"

—— Solve it with strength.

Old Mundra's voice suddenly became extremely eerie.

As his old friend, Rhodes certainly knew that this was a sign before he got angry every time.

The aura of many undead gradually increased around.

As the only necromancer in the undead world who retains his sanity, Old Mundra has obviously mastered the magic of manipulating the undead, just as he could easily manipulate the undead of Otis before.

Rhodes became vigilant.

In the world of the undead, the old Mundra who lost his body will only be more difficult to deal with than before.The problem is, no one has been able to deal with him before, and even the Pope has never confronted him head-on.

Hayden and Frank also noticed the unusual atmosphere around them, and took out their weapons one after another.

"Can't we think of a way to get the best of both worlds?" Rhode shouted when the old Mundra made a further attack.

—I made a request, but it was refused.

Old Mundra's voice was emotionless, as cold as if it had just been washed in icy water.

Mundra said suddenly: "Exchange my collection with you."

——Your collection?

Old Mundra was full of disdain.

——Aren’t all your collections given to you by me?

Mundella said, "One thing is not."

——You mean the young man who cultivated both magic and martial arts beside you?

Mundra frowned and said, "No."

—Then we don't need to talk anymore.

Old Mundra flatly refused.

Mundella said, "Where's the Pope's beard?"

Rhodes froze for a moment.

Even Hayden and Frank were stunned.They couldn't hear old Mundra's voice, but Mundra's words reached their ears verbatim.

Could it be that the "my collection" mentioned in Mundella's mouth refers to the Pope's beard?

how can that be?

Frank, the magician, and the two knights thought it was unbelievable, but at the same time vaguely believed it. Perhaps this was the reason why the Pope was so angry that he wanted to burn Mundella to death in public.After all, for the dignified pope, it is a shameful thing to be plucked by a necromancer.

They really thought about it, and saw Mundra take out a finely carved brush, the bristles looked soft and clear and... dense.

The magician and knight touched their chins subconsciously.Just looking at it like this made them feel a tingling sensation in their jaws.

Apart from Mundra, Hayden was the only one who remained calm.In fact, since Mundra mentioned the Pope's beard, he vaguely guessed what kind of tricks Mundra was trying to play. After all, when he rescued Mundra, he saw the Pope's avatar still had a neat beard, so he had no idea what kind of tricks Mundra wanted to play. It's no surprise that Ra pulls out a brush made out of a beard.

Mundra handed the brush over, "Would you like it?"

—How do you prove it's the Pope's beard?

old Mundra asked gravely.

Mundra said, "How do you prove it's not?"

Old Mundra didn't speak, but Hayden and the others clearly felt that the surrounding air had become colder, a chill that would freeze to the bone.

The feeling of Rhodes and Mundra is more obvious.They could feel that old Mundra was nearby, his psychic powers already exploring the brush.

——There is no divine power of light on the brush!

There was anger in Old Mundra's tone.

Mundra said, "I've used it." As he spoke, he deliberately opened the brush a little, revealing the indelible green potion at the base of the bristles.

Rhodes was surprised: "Could it be that you were burned on the stake because you pulled out the Pope's beard?"

Hayden's eyes flickered.Although it has been a long time since this incident, the memory is burned in his mind, and whenever he thinks about it, he will feel deep fear, so he doesn't like to mention and recall this incident very much.

——Have you been caught by the God of Light?

old Mundra asked displeasedly.

Mundra said, "Yeah."

—Because of the pope's beard?

"Beards are very important to him." Mundella replied evasively.

Old Mundra obviously didn't notice that his answer evaded his own question, and his mind was already on the brush.

——Talk about the appearance of the Temple of Light.

Mundra described what he saw one by one.

——Even if this is really the Pope's beard, why should I exchange Odis's soul?Now I can't use the brush anymore.

Mundra said: "It can be used as a commemoration to prove that I walked into the Temple of Light and plucked my beard. It is better than standing in the empty Neil City in the undead world."

Old Mundra was silent for a while.

Mundra put the brush away.

Old Mundra's voice came at once.

—Who told you to put it away?

Mundra took out his bone staff and said, "If we can't agree, let's fight."

—Okay, let me see how far your spiritual power has reached.

That's what he said, but Rhodes obviously felt that the coldness around him was slowly receding. Old Mundra may still be here, but the meaning of the battle has changed. Student's test.

He tensed his body suddenly, and quietly gestured to Hayden, who was in a fighting posture.

——No, let him come along!

Old Mundra said in a deep voice.

Beads of sweat gradually oozed from Mundella's forehead.

Rhodes stood by.He could feel that old Mundra was using mental power to oppress Mundra, as if the necromancer was planning to use mental power to control the witch corpse. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He didn't know what old Mundra had planned, so he could only be on guard secretly.

Hayden looked at Mundra without blinking, his expression was solemn, and his hand holding the sword was ready to strike at any time, but so far, he hadn't seen any instructions from Mundra.

Mundra's fingers trembled slightly.In the past, even if they fought for the control of the witch corpse, the two necromancers used the witch corpse as the battlefield to compete for mental strength. This was the first time that his body was directly used as the battlefield.And this time it was not a contest between the two sides, but a unilateral attack by old Mundra, and he could only defend passively.His mental power was squeezed into a limited space by old Mundra's mental power, as if he was standing in a secret room, while the front, rear, left, and right walls kept closing in like the middle, leaving him nowhere to go.

That's not the worst part, the bad thing is that he can't sense the old Mundra's position, which means Hayden can't help.

Hayden suddenly swung his sword.

Dou Qi is like a machete, harvesting all the way forward.

Before the dou qi swung in front was exhausted, he swung his sword in another direction, splitting his field of vision into two halves!

- stupid way!

Old Mundra snorted coldly.

But Mundra felt that his energy was not as strong as before.He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but old Mundra's mental power attack suddenly intensified, making his voice stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single sound.

Rhodes suddenly coughed twice.

Hayden made another backhand sword strike, but it hit the same position just now.

Mundra's tense mental strength suddenly loosened, his body shook, and Hayden hugged him tightly.The last sliver of strength supporting his body was also taken away by him himself. Mundella handed himself over to Hayden with confidence, hugged his waist, adjusted a comfortable posture, and then let out a sigh of relief.

——You used such strength to cut off the Pope's beard?

Old Mundra spoke suspiciously.

Mundra closed his eyes and turned a deaf ear.

Hayden couldn't hear the voice of old Mundra, so the role of commentator had to fall on Rhodes.He didn't know if the beard was real or not, he only knew that no matter it was real or not, it had to be treated as real. "That's because something happened to the God of Light."

--What's up?

If Rhodes is his only friend, and uncovering undead magic is his only goal, then the Pope is his only old enemy, and his only regret is that he failed to turn the Pope into his witch corpse.So even if he committed suicide and became a dead soul, old Mundella still retained this indelible attachment to the Pope.

Rhodes faltered and said, "Well, well, it's actually...it's like this." He suddenly thought of a wonderful reason, and clapped his hands, "Because the Soul-devouring Beast went to the Dream Continent, so the Dream Continent is here. A lot happened."

——Soul Devourer?

Old Mundra's voice was somewhat hesitant.

Rhodes nodded and said, "The God of Light not only dispatched holy knights and priests of light, but also dispatched the Pope's avatar himself. Unfortunately, they still couldn't solve it."

—These idiots.

Old Mundra apparently believed it a little more.

He is very clear about the power of the Soul Devouring Beast.If it is really a soul-devouring beast, it is indeed possible to seriously injure the pope, at least it will consume his spiritual power.

—Bring Otis.

Rhode stood in front of the container and shouted, "You still refuse to change your mind?"

——Are you planning to find a way to find the undead to feed him?

Only then did Rhodes realize that he had compromised, and quickly moved away from the body blocking Otis and the bald container.

—Also, leave the brush.

Old Mundra exhorted specifically.