Chapter 941

An unprecedented Mourning Undead, although he didn't know if he had misread it, the opponent's strength was unquestionable.

The undead creatures Anthony brought over were all summoned. This kind of magic that ordinary necromancers can do naturally couldn't stump him, the Pope of Light, it's just that the quantity was a bit more.

Summoned undead creatures naturally have no soul network, nor any forced constraints like soul imprints, and can be snatched away by others.

However, being able to snatch away the control of so many undead creatures so silently, this cloud of purple smoke is definitely not a simple thing.

While Anthony shouted for help, holy light erupted from his body. He pulled his hands, and the scepter condensed in his hand and swung forward.

If the Mourning Undead hadn't shouted that sentence "they are all undead creatures", the leading swordsman might not have been so shocked. But now, watching Anthony, who brought the undead creatures, swing a holy light scepter, that kind of astonishment was no less than a nun lifting her skirt to dance an erotic dance.

However, his reaction was not slow. He framed his long sword in front of him, and Chaos Power penetrated the blade, forming a red sword glow to slash at Anthony.

Anthony's scepter suddenly rotated. This unbalanced rotation caused the head of the scepter to sink. At the same time, Anthony pushed his other palm hard on the scepter body, and the scepter used his palm as a fulcrum to tilt towards the swordsman.

At the same time, the head of the scepter flashed a white light—Illumination Art.

Although it is essentially Illumination Art, it was too abrupt and very intense, directly blinding everyone's eyes, including that cloud of purple smoke. Holy light has the effect of burning undead creatures, and the intense holy light immediately blocked its vision.

The white light disappeared, and Anthony's scepter had already pierced the shoulder of the leading swordsman, lifting him up slightly. He only had one foot on tiptoe to reach the ground and couldn't use any force at all.

One move to control the enemy, the other three swordsmen didn't react at all, their faces showing astonishment and horror, subconsciously wanting to pounce over.

Anthony lifted hard, and the leading swordsman screamed.

Now everyone was frozen, even the Mourning Undead and those surging undead creatures were no exception.

The scene fell into silence, only the leading swordsman was hissing in pain. This is a good phenomenon. Obviously, the captive Anthony caught is quite important and can make the Mourning Undead wary.

After a stalemate for a while, the purple smoke condensed into a human shape and slowly said: "What exquisite martial arts. Who are you?"

"Shouldn't you be the one to say that first in this situation? Who are you? Who is he? Who are you people?" Anthony asked slowly.

"Do you know what you are saying? Give you two choices: let go of my people, explain your origin, and I can spare your life. Otherwise, I will throw you into the Soul Prison, suffer soul fire forging, and wail forever." The Mourning Undead threatened viciously.

"Pfft..." Anthony almost laughed out loud. Isn't this the method they often use to threaten others? Being threatened by others for the first time, it feels so funny.

The Mourning Undead thought he didn't know what Soul Prison was and explained: "You might not have understood. I am an undead creature. Soul Prison is the purgatory of the soul. Even if you die, I can catch your soul and throw it in, making you wail in pain forever. It's useless for you to commit suicide."

Anthony flicked his finger, and a bit of holy flame shot into the pile of undead creatures in front, falling on a skeleton, instantly evaporating its soul, and the bones scattered all over the ground: "Guess, can you catch my soul?"

"You are a believer of the Lord of Radiance? Isn't the Lord of Radiance dead? Where did you get your divine power?" The Mourning Undead was surprised.

Anyway, it was to delay time. Anthony said very pretentiously: "Lord of Radiance? Ha, now anything dares to be called Radiance. If the Lord of Radiance is a light, then my Lord is the collection of billions of radiance, not on the same level at all."

It is very simple to judge whether the other party is a believer of a certain god. Just see if he dares to scold. If he dares to scold, he is definitely not a believer of this god.

"Who exactly are you?" The Mourning Undead had to ask this question again.

"Shouldn't you be the one to say that first in this situation? Who are you? Who is he? Who are you people?" Anthony repeated slowly.

The Mourning Undead hesitated for a moment and responded reluctantly: "Violet Mercenary Group. He is the leader Roland, and I am his ancestor."

"Why are you here? How is the situation in Highland City? How many people are there?" Anthony asked again.

The Mourning Undead asked in astonishment: "Have you never heard the name Violet? Don't you know we are here? Is your target Highland City? I was wondering why you brought a pile of undead creatures over. If you knew I was here, you couldn't have brought undead creatures over. To give them to me?"

Anthony scratched his nose in embarrassment. He usually calculates very meticulously when making plans, but meticulous plans need very detailed intelligence to support. He has only been here for a few days, so naturally, he can't know everything, such as how many famous mercenary groups the Light Alliance has.

If he had known earlier that there was a Mourning Undead here, he would have called the Lord to come together, and maybe even wake up His Majesty to ensure nothing goes wrong.

"We passed by here and found that the situation here was a bit chaotic, so we stayed to maintain order. The situation in Highland City is not very good. There is not enough food, and there are twelve thousand people there."

Speaking of this, the Mourning Undead said sternly: "I have answered all your questions. Now it's your turn to answer my questions. If you don't agree, then you kill him, and I will kill you, and then resurrect him into an undead creature."

The leading swordsman named Roland changed his face, but didn't dare to say anything, only able to grunt.

Anthony reached out and took out a holy shroud and put it on Roland's head, explaining with a smile: "Holy shroud, can extinguish consciousness. Even if reincarnated, it's just a zombie without consciousness."

"You..." The Mourning Undead was angry: "What conditions do you want to let him go?"

Originally, he just wanted to scare Anthony to show that he had a backup plan, and if it went too far, they would break up. Unexpectedly, the shroud Anthony took out scared him instead.

Although Roland was very disappointing, he was already the most accomplished one among his descendants. If he died and was reincarnated as undead, and his consciousness dissipated, then he would really have no descendants.

Anthony said with a smile: "I want to know how you became a Mourning Undead. If you can offer your soul to my Lord, that would be even better."

"You... are you sick?" The Mourning Undead was so angry that he directly scolded.

Anthony smiled: "I am not asking for your opinion. I am just telling you that you can choose this, because surrendering quickly can save your life."

"Kua Ni Ba Da..." The Mourning Undead just scolded, and immediately felt something and looked down the slope, only to see something running at high speed, rushing towards their direction.

"My Lord is here. Remember, surrendering quickly can save your life." Anthony hurriedly reminded.