Stanley was so angry that his nostrils bulged.
He was about to scold his underling.
Cala walked out of the room leisurely.
When she passed by the two of them.
Cala suddenly stopped.
Stanley and his lackey's breathing tightened.
Unexpectedly, Cala said to Stanley in an unusually gentle manner,
"There's no need to be so nervous.
"If we don't let him try, how do we know if it works?
" It doesn't matter if he can't survive it. I happen to be a priest and am very good at saving lives. I can remove curses for 1,000 gold coins each ti. Other than Linden, everyone can try it!"
The two of them were silent.
Until Cala left.
Stanley quickly took out a white mouse from his sleeve.
He threw the white mouse into the treasure chest.
In an instant.
A cloud of thick green smoke rose.
The thick smoke surged into the white mouse's body. The latter twitched twice and quickly died!
The lackey widened his eyes.
Another ten seconds passed.
The dead white mouse suddenly waved its forelimbs stiffly and slowly got up from the ground.
It had turned into a zombie rat!
This ti, the underling was completely afraid.
Just as he was about to say sothing, a black shadow suddenly flew in from outside the tomb!
Everyone focused their eyes.
It was a rotten bird!
As the bird flew, its feathers continued to fall. However, its feathers seed to be endless, and it did not stop falling even after falling to the ground.
"Outsiders!
"Why did you barge in here?"
The rotting bird stopped on the largest coffin and questioned aggressively.
Matthew glanced at him and replied in a relaxed tone,
"We're here to rob tombs."
Bang!
One of the Rotten Bird's eyes exploded.
His voice was filled with even more anger.
"How dare you disturb the underground palace?
"How dare you blasphe the dead?"
At this mont, Linden jumped out and said anxiously,
"Lord Guardian, I'm not with them. I'm an archaeologist, and they're real grave robbers!
"To be honest, I also think that they are in the wrong. It's fine if you ca in to look for sothing, but you still have to respect the dead…"
Matthew looked at Linden strangely.
"Why should I respect them?"
Linden's eyes widened.
" Think about it: if you were the owner of the tomb, wouldn't you hate the tomb robbers from a hundred or a thousand years later?"
Matthew nodded.
"That's true, but why should I put myself in the shoes of the owner of this tomb?
"Why should I empathize with these nobles from who knows how many years ago?
" I'm a Necromancer, and I'm always with a bunch of skeletons and zombies. When I summoned the undead that was ford after the death of ordinary people, you didn't tell that it was blasphemy.
"Why is it blasphemy for to do the sa thing in the tomb of a big shot?"
Linden was speechless.
He turned to Lorraine.
"What about you?
"Aren't you a bard? You think you're an artist too. Do you think it's right to rob tombs?"
Lorraine was holding his green piccolo in his mouth and the Book of Hebrews in his hands, looking like he was deep in thought.
Hearing this.
He rolled his eyes at Linden.
"What does it have to do with ?"
Linden was furious. He shook his head again as if he wanted to find soone to support his words.
This ti, however, he saw Cala rolling up her sleeves.
Linden was so scared that he stomped his feet on the spot.
"I won't lower myself to the sa level as you uncultured people!"
Then, he ran behind Stanley and Daisy and hid.
Matthew couldn't be bothered to argue with the psychopath. If it wasn't for the fact that this guy had so real talent, he would have long thrown this guy away.
He faced the rotting bird.
On the data panel.
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[Hint: You have encountered a clone of the tomb guardian Banshee of Death.]
[Warning: The Banshee of Death is summoning a Skeletal Behemoth with a long-range spell!]
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Banshee of Death?
" It seems that the elves who transford into the undead eventually stayed in the tomb and beca loyal guards."
Matthew had already put away the spirit figurines in the pit.
No one fought with him for this thing, and in the process, he also discovered that many of the spirit figurines were empty, which ant that so of the elves had already transford into undead.
With the support of a wave of magic energy, a tornado began to blow into the pit.
White bones rose into the air and ford the frawork of a giant creature in the air!
"Do you need help?"
Stanley approached cautiously.
Matthew nodded.
"Yes."
Stanley was very understanding. He saw that Lorraine was thinking about the article and that Carla did not seem to be easy to deal with, so he took the initiative to say to Matthew,
"If there's anything, just tell ."
Matthew quickly pointed back.
"Take your people and quickly leave this tomb. My next spell might accidentally injure you.
"Rember to keep an eye on Linden."
Stanley was stunned.
"Just this?
"Don't you need anything else?"
Matthew looked at the skeleton beast that was about to take shape and the rotting bird that was resting on the coffin. He said firmly,
"No need."
Stanley decisively ordered everyone to retreat.
He used his high movent speed to send the others away, but he himself stayed behind.
"You should go too!
"Be careful of accidental injuries."
Matthew reminded.
Stanley pointed at Lorraine and Cala.
"What about them?"
Matthew shrugged.
"If they were accidentally injured by , I would suspect that it was a scam."
Stanley no longer hesitated and left quickly.
Matthew turned around and faced the ferocious skeleton beast.
This thing's appearance was close to that of an Abomination and a Bone Dragon. It was a little like a stitched monster made of countless bone blocks.
It looked quite scary.
It was indeed very powerful in the tomb.
However-
Tier 4 spell, Bone Crushing Howl!
When Matthew's short chanting sounded in the tomb, the summoning of the skeleton beast ca to an end.
When the giant beast finally fully ford and pounced on Matthew.
The latter suddenly opened its mouth.
Suddenly.
An extrely sharp sound wave tore through the soul fire of the giant skeleton beast!
Under the impact of that terrifying sound wave.
The giant skeleton beast collapsed.
All the feathers on the rotten bird's body shot out, piercing holes in the stone wall.
It turned into a puddle of muddy water.
Hualala!
Bones rained down from the sky, forming a spectacular bone rain.
"Outsiders!
"Do you really want to challenge the Eternal Underground Palace?"
A cold voice sounded from the depths of the tomb.
"I told you, I'm a necromancer."
Matthew's tone was rather calm.
"I don't want to challenge anyone's dignity. I just like this tomb and want to take it for myself."
In the next second.
He slowly opened his Grave Domain.
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[Warning: Do you wish to engage in a territorial battle with Brianta, the Tomb Guardian of the Eternal Underground Palace, the Banshee of Death?]
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