"Get out of here! You bone scum!"

Enzo roared, and with one hammer he smashed a giant mechanical spider puppet that was blocking his way into a soft ripple shape. He ducked to avoid the giant sword of a Death Knight, and with a dull sound of breaking through the air, he smashed the foreleg joint of the opponent's skeleton warhorse with his hammer!

"Crack!" With a teeth-grinding sound of shattering, the front legs of the skeleton warhorse broke, and the huge skeleton collapsed, throwing the knight on its back out!

Even Mark couldn't defeat Enzo when he was at full power.

Under Enzo's brave charge, a gap appeared!

Without the Death Knight blocking the way, Mark had the opportunity to lead everyone to charge forward!

"Walk!"

Mark followed Enzo's steps with a huge shield on his shoulder. The colorful black light transformed from magic power formed a moving barrier, blocking all the poisonous arrows, corrosive spider webs and undead claws attacking from the side!

Enzo, Anna, Monica and Xiao Mu followed him as he quickly approached the altar within the range of his light.

Anna's arrows were like deadly spirits, accurately killing any enemy that tried to threaten the charging team from the rear or side.

After entering the extreme mutation state, Monica followed Mark's footsteps and stuck close behind Mark's shield, scanning every inch of space in front of her.

"Left side of the throne base! Three steps! There's an energy trap on the ground, go around it!"

"There are falling swords overhead, speed up and pass through!"

Having entered the extreme mutation, her voice was like a cold guide, pointing the way to the safest path.

Without the obstruction of the Death Knight, undead creatures like Skeleton Warriors and Shadow Wraiths were directly turned into powder or dissipated into smoke in the air under the impact of Mark's Holy Judgment.

Except for the warlord and the shaman, the other members of the orc team have been killed by Mark's team and have no fighting power left, making it impossible for them to stop them.

They advanced at a very fast speed, and in the blink of an eye they were on the same level as the orc commander.

Rushed to the pillar of holy light outside the altar.

"Roar! Humans! You are looking for death!" The roar of the orc commander came from behind, full of shock and anger.

He was tightly entangled by the powerful Death Knight Commander. Every slash of the dark purple giant sword carried the pressure of freezing the soul, forcing him to respond with all his strength and unable to escape from the pursuit.

He could only watch as Team Mark rushed towards the throne!

There was no enemy blocking the way.

The colorful black light "train" with Mark at the front crashed into the holy light column without any resistance.

A distance of just a few dozen meters, in the chaotic battlefield and deadly traps, is like crossing the gap between life and death.

Colorful black breaks into dazzling white!

It seems a bit too eye-catching and garish!

"boom--!!!"

The entire Obsidian Throne area shook violently!

The furious will that had just burst out from the depths of the throne, carrying a thousand years of accumulated resentment, erupted like a tsunami!

The thick black fog of negative energy, as thick as ink, swirled and condensed wildly around the throne shrouded by the pillar of holy light!

Even within the holy light array, the black fog was constantly being purified and eroded, making a "sizzling" sound.

But a vague and huge outline still slowly stood up in the black fog!

It was clad in a tattered dark golden armor that still revealed its former glory.

Its size far exceeds that of an ordinary Death Knight, towering like a small mountain!

Its form was somewhere between a decayed entity and a solidified ghost, its dark green skin clinging to its jagged bones, festering in many places, revealing the dry bones underneath that were also stained an ominous dark purple.

His face still vaguely retained the strong outlines he had in life, but now it was completely distorted by extreme pain and anger, like a solidified magma hell.

The most frightening thing is the two balls of ice-blue soul fire burning in its empty eye sockets!

The flames were deep and cold, as if they had frozen the abyss of eternity, and contained a tremendous hatred that was enough to burn the soul!

In its hands, it held a huge rune-shaped two-handed sword that was broken in the middle!

The broken sword was dripping with coagulated dark red blood, and the Lumi royal emblem inlaid on the hilt emitted a desperate and tragic luster under the reflection of the ice-blue soul fire.

As soon as they saw the huge two-handed rune sword, Mark and others had already confirmed the identity of the undead that emerged from the altar.

Osares, the captain of the personal guard of the last king of the Lumi Kingdom, a legendary warrior who volunteered to be buried alive and transformed into the eternal guardian!

The guardian of the pale skull crown recorded in the inscription on the royal tomb!

“Jie——!!!”

There was no actual sound, only a pure spiritual roar like a destructive tsunami, instantly sweeping across the entire throne area!

The target is directly aimed at these new "blasphemers" of Mark's team who just broke in!

But the even stronger hatred was like a real spearhead, fiercely stabbing at the "Pale Crown" floating above the throne!

It is this crown!

It bewitched the king to whom it swore allegiance, and dragged the prosperous Lumi Kingdom into the abyss of madness and destruction!

It was this crown that distorted its oath to voluntarily protect the kingdom, imprisoning its soul here, causing it to suffer eternal pain!

This hatred has long transcended time and has become the only fuel for its existence!

Although Osares was only at the peak of level six according to Monica's appraisal, he had not yet entered the high-level existence.

But the aura he exuded was much more terrifying than that of the orc warlords and death knights outside the altar!

A mental roar was his declaration of war.

Osares moves!

The broken rune giant sword was raised silently, and the space seemed to be frozen wherever the sword pointed!

No fancy techniques, only the most primitive and violent release of power!

It took a step forward, and the huge broken sword, with a scream that tore through the air and ice magic that was enough to freeze the bone marrow, mixed with a death curse that was as sticky as substance, chopped down on Mark and Enzo who were the first to bear the brunt of the attack!

Before the sword arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused the obsidian ground beneath the two men's feet to crack inch by inch!

"Fuck! Hold on for me!"

Enzo's roar exploded, and his short and strong body burst out with extreme brute force. The rune forging hammer, with a deep black light that tore through the space and a sharp buzzing sound, rushed towards the broken sword from the side!

His dwarf pride would never allow him to be defeated head-on!

"clang------!!!!!"

The deafening explosion was like two mountains colliding!

Enzo only felt an overwhelming and terrifying force rushing along the forging hammer!

The mythical rune forging hammer was unable to exert its previous effects of unloading force and changing the state of matter.

The Mithril Breastplate let out a sharp groan as it was on the verge of reaching its limit, and the huge impact force instantly lifted his feet off the ground!

The short and strong body flew backwards like a bullet thrown by a catapult, and with a "boom" it hit a thick stone pillar behind the throne that was carved with ancient runes!

"Puff!" Enzo felt a sweet taste in his throat and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The knuckles of his hands holding the forging hammer were cracked and bleeding.

The black light on the rune forging hammer flickered violently and hummed, as if it was wailing.

"Fuck this hellish thing! Is this the power a sixth-level undead can have?" Enzo couldn't help but curse out loud in the air.