Different World: The Devil's Coming

For the undead creatures, neither the smoke nor the loud noise can affect them. Because they just track the enemy based on the breath of life, and then attack based on their fighting instinct. So if Mo Fan wants to kill this undead mage, he can only fight hard. There is no shortcut.

"It seems like you want to die ugly like those four."

The corpse raised his hand and waved. Three corpses were lifted up and stood up. They were the other three members of the team. However, the priest's death was extremely miserable. There was not even a piece of good meat on his body. It looked like it had been eaten. Perhaps it was because of his belief in the Holy Light that he was hated by the Necromancer.

Mo Fan ran towards the platform. The bones around him began to tremble, and soon they became skeletons. The three corpses were also moving. The warrior raised his sword and slashed at Mo Fan. The priest could not use holy light spells after being resurrected by the necromancer, so he used his body to block Mo Fan's movements. The archer shot arrows from behind, not caring about shooting his teammates.

Mo Fan dodged the warrior's sword, pushed away the priest who rushed over, and scattered five seeds. Under the infusion of wood elements, five huge carnivorous plants rose from the ground. Even if there were undead creatures all around, they could not stop the carnivorous plants from moving.

Mo Fan stood on top of a Piranha Plant and jumped towards the Necromancer. Seeing several flying bird zombies attacking him, Mo Fan could only take out his explosive hand cannon. He fired a shot backwards, knocking down the bird behind him, and at the same time flew towards the Necromancer.

There were three Piranha Plant seeds left. He watched as the Necromancer placed many skeletons where he landed, and even the warrior raised his sword and waited for him to land. After enduring several arrows from the archer, Mo Fan scattered the remaining three seeds.

Three carnivorous plants rose from the ground, pushing away the surrounding skeletons, providing a landing point for Mo Fan. With another jump, Mo Fan was already close to the corpse of the mage, the necromancer. The necromancer did not look panicked at all, and even looked at Mo Fan mockingly. He raised his hand and cast several spells.

Seeing that he was about to hit, Mo Fan reluctantly fired his explosive hand cannon again. He moved left, right, and back, adjusting his position to get closer to the necromancer.

When he landed in front of the Necromancer, Mo Fan's right hand was too weak to lift up, and even the muzzle of the hand cannon was smoking and could not be used. The Necromancer still sat in his seat, looking at Mo Fan in front of him and praising him.

"Very good. You are much stronger than those four. At least you can stand in front of me, but... what's the use? Ahahahaha..."

The Necromancer raised his right hand, and corpses crawled out from beside him. Zombies were stronger than skeletons. So Mo Fan was surrounded, and his right hand was broken by his own hand cannon. It seemed that Mo Fan really had no other options. Pyroblast? Pyroblast might not be able to kill a Necromancer who was at least level 30. It would take light.

Do you remember the rewards for the ranking competition? Mo Fan was the third place, and he could choose one from each of the four levels: D level was ten Piranha Plant seeds, C level was an explosive hand cannon, and B level was a repairable and rechargeable defense amulet. So what about A level?

Mo Fan pulled out a grenade from his sleeve. Unlike the homemade grenades, this one was a specialty of the Holy Light Church, specially used to deal with demons and necromancers. Because of its great power, there were only three of them.

The grenade fell to the ground, and the necromancer watched it roll to his feet. This familiar sight awakened his long-buried fear. He immediately stopped laughing and ordered the zombies to surround him, but would it work?

As the defensive amulet was activated, the holy light grenade exploded. The intense light element burned his skin, and the feeling was no less painful than jumping into a fire pit and being roasted by the fire. But Mo Fan could only grit his teeth and persevere. The lines on his body emerged, and the rich dark elements surged in Mo Fan's body. He did this just to save his life.

As an A-level item, the Holy Light Grenade is a special item for fighting against demons and necromancers. It is powerful enough to kill Mo Fan. When Mo Fan got this reward, he argued with Chen Xi for a long time, asking if Chen Xi wanted him dead. Chen Xi just smiled and said that if any demons were dissatisfied with him, the son of the demon king, he could throw it away. Besides, this was also a bomb, so it was a toy for Mo Fan, wasn't it?

Mo Fan said, "I blew up the Demon King's city with toys, but I'm not crazy enough to use a Holy Light Grenade. Otherwise, I can only survive until now thanks to my father's love." But the reward has been issued and cannot be returned, so Mo Fan can only take it. After all, there may really be demons who disobey the orders of the Demon King's Son, but they are not easy to encounter.

But I didn't expect that before the thorny demons, I would encounter the Undead Mage first.

The entire boss room was enveloped by holy light. The center of the explosion was between Mo Fan and the Necromancer, and the two were hit the hardest. The Necromancer's body was the first to be burned to ashes by the holy light. The Necromancer was likely to be killed directly, but there was a small chance that he could survive as a soul. As for the undead monsters in the room? Wherever the aftermath of the explosion passed, all the monsters turned into ashes.

As the explosion ended, Mo Fan struggled to get up from the ground. The magic patterns on his body gradually faded away, and he walked towards the platform, ready to look for the Necromancer. After all, he didn't know where the Necromancer's treasure was.

When Mo Fan stood on the platform again, he was exhausted, his magic power was completely depleted, and his body was in pain from the explosion. Before he could look around to find the soul of the necromancer, he was pounced into the arms of the necromancer.

Mo Fan fell to the ground and fainted. In his mind, he heard the rampant laughter of the Necromancer. Mo Fan had some guesses in his mind, but he was powerless to resist. There was a magic tool in the storage bag that could block mental attacks, but he had no strength. He could only blame himself for being careless. In order to save a prop, he even lost his life.

But it was impossible for Mo Fan to surrender. Having lived two lives, Mo Fan's soul was far superior to his peers. The soul of the necromancer had been worn out for a hundred years. It was not easy for him to occupy a mage's body, but it was blown up by Mo Fan. He must be very weak now. Mo Fan would not necessarily lose.

But the key point now is that Mo Fan still can't sense where his soul is. After all, the most in-depth research on souls among the demons is only those priests who study runes. Mo Fan is not interested in these, so it is difficult to get started. Not to mention the academy, Mo Fan can only bite his tongue, trying to stay awake by hurting himself, trying to use this method to make his soul last longer, so as to kill the necromancer.

But whether it will succeed or not depends on God's will.