Chapter 929

"Can cut... cut our trees! Beat him!" The Monarch shouted excitedly, and swooshed out. He hadn't cut anyone for a long time, almost letting it slip.

Seeing a guy wearing leather armor suddenly rush out from a cave not far away, the mourning undead soldier was stunned for a moment. He clearly scanned the situation in the vicinity. How could there be a cave here?

However, the situation didn't give him time to think carefully, because the Monarch had already pounced in front of him. The mourning undead soldier's eyes flickered with cruelty, thinking: Want to become meat paste...

No enemy can impact their mourning undead soldiers in close combat, even if it is a black dragon with sharp claws and teeth, not to mention this kind of humanoid creature, even if it is a super-god sword saint, a head-on collision would only result in being beaten up by him, not to mention this humanoid creature in front of him didn't have gas light.

Just as the thought turned here, the mourning undead soldier was knocked flying. He felt like he was hit by a purple-gold rhinoceros. The arm he slashed out was knocked and slapped back onto his body, and he was knocked flying together with his body.

The undead soldier was stunned, subconsciously retracted his limbs, contracted his center of gravity, and wanted to stabilize his figure. However, a sickle slashed down, and the sickle handle smashed onto his body like a stick, smashing him crooked.

The mourning undead soldier immediately stepped in the air and stabilized his figure. Just as he wanted to exert force, he saw the enemy on the opposite side turn around and drag.

Not good! Just as the thought arose in his soul, the mourning undead soldier felt a great force coming from behind. The sickle blade hooked him and dragged him toward the enemy.

The mourning undead soldier lost his center of gravity and had to stretch his arms and pounce toward the enemy, trying to entangle and hug. He had great confidence in his entanglement. Even if it was a god-level steel construct in front of him, he could break the other party's bones.

However, the other party turned his head and glared at him—Soul Shock.

Undead creature! Ku Ba Da! The enemy is actually an undead creature, and it is an undead creature with a stronger soul than him. This shocked him even more than the other party being a giant dragon. The enemy with such a powerful soul, he had contacted several rounds and didn't see it.

The result of not seeing it was that he was hit by the Soul Shock without any preparation, and his eyes blurred.

If there were no level gap, Soul Shock would be difficult to cause damage. The Monarch is now also a Mourning Soul, so he could only blur his eyes, but this was enough. The Monarch pushed away his arms and a series of punches and kicks roared onto his body.

The mourning undead soldier's body was like being wrapped in a flour bag. Every punch and kick could shake out puffs of soul flames on his body. Looking at the Monarch's side, not a bit of soul energy leaked out, so that before the Soul Shock, the other party didn't discover that he was an undead creature.

Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft crack—with the last crisp sound, the Monarch roared and cracked the other party's chest and abdomen, inserted his palm into his body, and gripped the soul of the other party's heart.

"You are so weak." The Monarch's voice rang in the mourning undead soldier's soul.

The whole process was lightning fast, and it was all over. Naigelis hadn't flown here yet, but it couldn't hold back from shouting from afar: "Ku, ku, Ku Ba Da, Old Immortal, is your martial arts so powerful?"

It is really martial arts, really very exquisite martial arts. Martial arts and skills are not the same thing. Martial arts is a kind of fighting technique. Using the most reasonable technique to release power to the enemy as much as possible is martial arts.

Skills are ways of releasing power, not necessarily acting on the enemy. Acting on the surrounding environment also belongs to skills, such as divine skills, which are skills for releasing divine power.

Naigelis had never seen the Monarch use martial arts, or rather, the martial arts he used were not exquisite, straight in and straight out, including when beating Geaoli.

But he could hit the enemy. From the definition, hitting the enemy and releasing power to the enemy is martial arts. Regardless of whether it is exquisite or not, from this angle, the Monarch's martial arts have always been strong, just with a few more techniques now.

The Monarch said disapprovingly: "Small meaning. What is martial arts? I used to use laws. Now my power hasn't recovered, so I'm practicing."

"..." Naigelis muttered in his heart: This old immortal speaks too pretentiously, I really want to beat him.

However, what the Monarch said is also a fact. Undead masters take action with origin power, so there is really no need to use any martial arts, and it is not very useful in front of those ancient gods of origin who can change laws. The other party can change laws at any time.

"How to deal with him?" Naigelis looked at the mourning undead soldier and asked.

"Of course, dismantle him. This guy is a bit weird. He is not a pure lich. His body seems to have been modified," the Monarch said while pinching.

The soul and heart were gripped by the Monarch. The mourning undead soldier's whole body was soft. The Monarch pinched, and he shook, horror appearing in his eyes.

"Dismantle or not, wait a moment. Monarch, should we solve the one on the airship first?" Yinbi reminded.

The airship has flown into the pitch-black void and can't be seen, which means it is already a distance away from here and can't see the battle here. If there is no soul connection between the two mourning undead soldiers, the one on the airship doesn't know that his companion has been captured.

As for why he suspected they had no soul connection, it was because when they secretly handed fruits just now, they clearly didn't communicate in advance, unlike having a soul connection.

"Okay, I'll go." The Monarch responded immediately, inserted his hand into the mourning undead soldier's chest, and flew up like this, blocking him in front of him, and flew toward the direction the airship left.

The mourning undead soldier couldn't even resist. His soul was in his heart, and his heart was gripped in the Monarch's hand. He couldn't even control his body and could only be pushed and flown backward like this. Soon he caught up with the airship.

The airship deliberately slowed down just to wait for him. The mourning undead soldier driving the airship kept looking around and soon saw his companion who "flew backward."

Why fly backward? The mourning undead soldier was very puzzled and sent a soul message to inquire, but at this distance, he couldn't wait for a response. The other party retreated to the front of the airship, and then the Monarch darted out from behind the mourning undead soldier, incidentally pulling the other party's soul down.

The mourning undead soldier on the airship had his soul tremble violently. His gaze first focused on the heart in the Monarch's hand, then widened his eyes to look at the Monarch. First, it was unbelievable, then intense anger surged, and he rushed out of the airship to meet the Monarch.

Boom boom boom! A series of shock explosions sounded, and this mourning undead soldier followed in his companion's footsteps, having the Monarch's other hand inserted into his chest.

The intense shock also woke up the few noble children in the airship.

They were already asleep after eating, and now they were woken up by the shock. When they ran out wearing robes, they happened to see the Monarch stuffing the heart into the first undead soldier's chest, shouting while stuffing: "Seems like it can't be stuffed back. Some metal wires inside are broken."

This scene was too terrifying. Bessie was so scared that her legs went soft, and she couldn't help but scream.