"Ah! Help!" The young man yelled in horror and tried his best to move back, but he couldn't break free.

The dead body raised its head, revealing its white teeth, the pieces of meat hanging between the teeth, and the blood flowing from the mouth.

The black-robed man was startled for a moment, then took out a brass-colored whistle, put it in his mouth, and blew it.

Then, he said in Hermes language: "I order you in the name of Death!"

As the voice echoed, the dead body stopped biting, and froze in place for a short while.

The boy whose neck and shoulders had been bitten to a bloody mess was also limp there, as if he had lost his soul, and the soil on his lower body was wet.

"It's really possible..." the black-robed man whispered in surprise, pointed at the dead body, and said again in Hermes' language, "Get up!"

The dead body suddenly stood up, then threw off its arms, and ran towards the depths of the secluded woods.

"Come back!" The black-robed man shouted in surprise, but there was no sign of a pause in the dead body.

He hurriedly blew the whistle again, and shouted solemnly: "I order you to come back in the name of Death!"

Accompanied by his words, the back of the dead body disappeared in the shadow of the trees.

"I'll let you come back..." The black-robed man froze on the spot, talking to himself foolishly.

In the woods, Klein held Azik's copper whistle and a matchbox in one hand, and kept lighting the match with the other, then shook his wrist to extinguish it, and threw it on the ground.

During this process, he stepped back in an arc.

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The pale, foul-smelling dead body rushed over, its lifeless eyes staring straight at the ancient and delicate copper whistle.

Klein stepped back, puffed out his cheeks, aimed at the dead body, and simulated a sound: "Bang!"

The dead body suddenly shook, and a penetrating wound appeared on the chest.

"boom!"

Klein puffed out his cheeks again, and fired an air bomb.

puff! Half of the dead body's head was shattered, and rotting liquid dripped continuously from inside.

However, this was not a fatal injury to it, the running of the pedals only stopped slightly, and then reappeared.

Seeing this situation, Klein took a step back and made a noise.

Snapped!

A bright flame rose from the ground, just enveloped the dead body, and ignited its coat.

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The dead body rushed through the flames and went on like a mad bull.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! Klein snapped his fingers repeatedly, causing red flames to rise up from the ground one after another.

The dead body rushed through these flames without pain, and the body gradually began to burn, and it became more and more intense, giving people a strange feeling that the candle was melting.

Finally, the dead body turned into a torch rushed to Klein and grabbed him with one claw. JrNovels.com