Chapter 44 I don’t believe any shield can withstand our crazy attacks. (Ch 44)

Angry roars of vampire servants were heard outside the door.

The three of them leaned against the wall and gasped.

“Finally passed.” Yan Zhipeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

“How did you discover the mechanism on the stone platform?” Xia Yunxi looked at Mo Yingchen.

“That location is very special, it’s worth a try.” Mo Yingchen said in a flat tone.

Mo Yingchen glanced at the summoned creatures around him.

I secretly thought it was a pity.

In the battle just now, he used the resurrection technique to transform dozens of vampire corpses.

Those newly born vampire servants are quite powerful, each of them is at the early first stage level.

Unfortunately, in the end, the heavy door blocked the way.

The three werewolves suffered heavy losses in the battle.

The sharp claws tore apart many enemies.

But in the end, only one was left, still gasping for breath.

Its fur was speckled with blood.

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The three of them walked through the dark corridor and pushed open the heavy wooden door.

The musty smell of decay hit me in the face, and countless bookshelves stood like giants, reaching the ceiling.

The candlelight on the wall flickered, casting eerie shadows.

The chill seeped up from the ground, making people shudder.

Yan Zhipeng shrank his neck and rubbed his arms to keep away the cold.

Xia Yunxi gripped the sword vigilantly, his eyes scanning every corner like an eagle.

Mo Yingchen’s gaze lingered on the runes on the ground and his brows furrowed slightly.

“Bang!” A thick ancient book fell from a high place.

Xia Yunxi dodged backwards instinctively, and the ancient book automatically opened in mid-air, with a blue magic beam shooting out.

Mo Yingchen was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed Xia Yunxi’s wrist and pulled her behind him.

The beam hit the ground, and smoke rose from the charred hole.

The bookshelf shook violently, and more ancient books broke free from their restraints and flew around.

Yan Zhipeng’s voice trembled: “These books are alive!”

Mo Yingchen calmly ordered: “Da Li, Iron Guard, front line defense! Phantom Thorn, contain!”

The skeleton warriors charged with swords raised, while the iron guards held up their shields to block the incoming magic.

Xia Yunxi waved his sword, extremely cold icy flames wrapped around the sword, and the sword energy swept across, freezing and shattering the flying books.

A sharp hissing sound cut through the air, and a black swarm of bats swooped down from the ceiling.

The phantom thorn instantly vanished, a figure appeared in the darkness, and the short blade of hell flashed with cold light.

Bats fell one after another and turned into ashes.

The skeleton army raised their swords and formed a formation. The archers’ bone arrows shot through the air and pierced through more flying ancient books.

“On the ground!” Xia Yunxi suddenly found that the runes on the ground lit up with a strange light, and the three of them leaped back.

A column of fire shot up into the sky, and waves of scorching heat hit my face.

Yan Zhipeng gritted his teeth and said, “Damn trap.”

More runes lit up and flickered.

Mo Yingchen instructed in a deep voice: “Follow my footsteps.” The three of them carefully avoided the traps.

A dark shadow suddenly appeared from behind the bookshelf, and the vampire wizard raised his staff.

Shadow magic bullets whizzed over, and the zombies pounced forward in an instant, tearing the mage’s chest with their sharp claws.

More mages emerged from the shadows, magical lights weaving into a web.

“Disperse!” Mo Yingchen gave the order.

Vigorously activate Soul Rage and use the Soul Devouring Blood Blade to split the magic shield.

The Iron Guard raised his shield to resist, accumulating the power of rage.

The phantom thorn shuttled through the shadows, and the short blade accurately pierced the mage’s vitals.

Xia Yunxi’s extremely cold sword energy roared like a dragon, freezing a mage.

The Skeleton Legion dispersed and surrounded, heading straight for the Skeleton Mages, pressing forward step by step.

Yan Zhipeng…lying peacefully and rowing happily.

The battle lasted for more than ten minutes. The last mage fell and silence enveloped the library again.

The ground was littered with broken pages and the bodies of mages.

Yan Zhipeng wiped the sweat from his forehead: “It’s finally over.”

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A sinister laugh suddenly echoed in the library. The air froze into ice, and the biting chill penetrated the bone marrow.

The figure of a woman in black robe emerged from the void, and the black robe fluttered irregularly in the still air.

The moonlight shone on her pale skin, giving it an eerie silvery sheen, and her blood-red eyes flashed with cruelty and madness.

“It’s a vampire witch!” Xia Yunxi gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, and the extremely cold ice flame instantly covered the sword body, condensing into crystal frost.

The witch waved her staff, and dark purple curse magic drew a twisted trajectory in the air, heading straight for the three people.

Mo Yingchen formed seals with his fingers quickly, and the rune bone armor condensed into a shield in front of him, with mysterious runes flashing on the white bones.

The curse magic hit the bone armor with a sound like glass breaking, and the cracks spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xia Yunxi stared at the bone armor in front of Mo Yingchen, his brows furrowed, his doubts difficult to conceal.

Mo Yingchen is clearly an expert in summoning, so what’s up with this bone magic?

But the current situation doesn’t give her time to think too much.

The witch tapped the ground with her staff, a flash of blood appeared, and three blood demon puppets appeared in front of her. A strong smell of blood filled the entire space.

The sharp blade in the puppet’s hand shone coldly in the moonlight, and its body made of flesh and blood kept wriggling.

“Da Li, Tie Wei, stop them!” Mo Yingchen ordered in a deep voice.

Dali charged forward with the Soul-Devouring Blood Blade in hand, followed closely by the Iron Guards, holding rock shields in front of them.

The figure of the phantom thorn shuttled between the shadows, and the short blade of hell accurately slashed through the joints of the puppet.

Xia Yunxi fired his extremely cold sword energy and Mo Yingchen bone spear at the same time, but they were blocked by the witch’s suddenly deployed magic shield.

The powerful Soul-Devouring Blood Blade kept slashing at the puppet, and the hellfire burned the flesh and blood, making a sizzling sound.

The Iron Guard Rock Shield Gang vigorously blocked the puppet’s attacks. Every successful parry increased the power of rage and the surface of the shield glowed red.

The phantom thorn shuttled back and forth in the shadows, and the Hell Dagger constantly left deep wounds on the puppet’s vital points that were visible to the bone.

The skeleton archers fired arrows like rain, and the skeleton army continued to attack the witch’s defense line.

But all the attacks on the witch were blocked by a translucent shield.

“Damn, there is a magic shield.” Yan Zhipeng’s gritting teeth sounded.

“It’s okay, keep bombing. I don’t believe any shield can withstand our heavy bombardment.” Mo Yingchen said indifferently.

The zombie rushed forward and attacked the witch’s shield with its sharp claws.

The shield was shaking and flickering.

As they continued to attack, the surface of the witch’s shield became dull and dense cracks appeared all over the surface.

“Now!” A gleam of light flashed in Mo Yingchen’s eyes.

“Focus your fire! Kill her in one go!”

Xia Yunxi’s extremely cold sword energy whizzed out, ice crystals formed in the air, and the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Yan Zhipeng made a desperate attempt to use his talent to cover the witch, and the attack power of Mo Yingchen and Xia Yunxi increased instantly.

The moment the shield shattered, all attacks accurately hit the witch’s body.

Amidst the shrill screams, the witch turned into a ball of black mist and slowly dissipated.

The three blood demon puppets fell to the ground with a loud bang, turning into blood and spreading on the ground.

Mo Yingchen stretched out his hand to grab the mist, and a blood-red light appeared on his palm.

The system prompt sounded in my mind.

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