Undead Calamity 4 of the Magical Continent (Part 2)
Several minutes passed, and Billy was still cautiously hiding behind the mound. The fire of his soul was beating restlessly, and his finger joints were making creaking sounds because he clenched his fingers too tightly.
He was startled and quickly let go of her hand.
The strange voice sounded again, with a hint of helplessness: "Don't be afraid, I am the undead buried next to you, and I just woke up from a long sleep today..."
Billy's soul fire jumped a few times, and then he poked his head out from behind the mound, and sure enough, he saw that one of the mounds was shaking slightly.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Even though the undead could no longer breathe, Billy still maintained his living habits, his jaw opening and closing with a click, the fire of his soul swaying rhythmically. "I'm going to go over and dig you out."
The unique communication method of the undead race cannot be imitated by other races, which is why Billy easily believed Luo Chen.
As Billy walked forward, passing by the skeletons scattered on the ground, he bent down and knocked on the skull, and the fire of his soul jumped a few times.
"Neil, stop playing dead and come over here to dig with us."
The skeleton called Neil trembled a few times, and the skull covered with dust turned around, and the eye sockets suddenly lit up with white soul fire.
His voice trembled a little: "Is that voice really not made by a ghost?"
The soul fire in Billy's eyes flickered violently, indicating that he was very angry at the moment: "Idiot, that voice is a ghost just like us."
Even though Neil was scolded, he didn't get angry. Instead, like Billy before him, he breathed a sigh of relief and then skillfully pieced himself together.
Luo Chen'an felt several waves of emotional power surging in, and was slightly surprised.
Maybe it’s because of the identity of the undead.
The emotional power they provided was stronger than that of humans in previous worlds, enough for him to advance from level zero to level one.
Most importantly, the spiritual network he built based on the soul fire can also be expanded to accommodate users logging in.
Luo Chen's mind moved, and the soul fire in his eyes suddenly leaped, and in the blink of an eye it changed from white to light green. The faint light looked particularly eerie and strange in the darkness.
On the ground, two skeletons were digging hard.
The zero-level bone frame is extremely fragile and will dislocate if too much force is used. They have to stop digging after a while, skillfully connect the bones, and continue digging down. It took a long time to dig Luo Chen out, and the bone frame was so tired that it was about to fall apart.
Luo Chen immediately sat up and looked at the skeleton.
Two undead stood on it, laughing knowingly.
All the dead who wake up from a long sleep will be curious about their bodies which are only a skeleton left. Until they gradually become familiar with their bodies, they can piece themselves back together even with their eyes closed.
These are experiences accumulated through blood and tears.
Perhaps because he had been buried in the soil for a long time, every time Luo Chen moved his body, his joints would make a teeth-grinding crackling sound.
The dead cannot sense heat, cold, or taste.
They do not need to eat or drink, but they need to absorb Yin Qi to nourish their bones and soul fire, otherwise they may face the possibility of their soul fire being extinguished.
The mass grave is full of gloomy energy.
It is enough to allow these zero-level undead to live for one or two hundred years, until they are extinguished due to the decay of the soul fire.
"Billy?!"
A cautious voice was faintly heard in the distance, and then three skulls popped out from behind the mound, with the soul fire in their eye sockets beating restlessly.
Apparently, after being scared away, these ghosts came back because they were worried about Billy and Neil, suppressing their fear and terror.
Billy waved to the three undead: "Come here, we have a new undead companion."
The dead communicate through the fire of their souls.
The effective communication distance of the zero-level undead is only a hundred meters. Once it exceeds a hundred meters, even if you shout in the soul fire, the undead on the opposite side will still not be able to receive anything.
The effective communication distance of a first-level undead is one thousand meters. It can also communicate one-way with any zero-level undead and control the other's soul fire to do anything.
The three undead looked at each other, but it was difficult to see their expressions from their unchanging facial bones. However, the soul fire in their eye sockets was all beating, indicating the confusion and hesitation at the moment.
Billy asked them to come over again.
The three undead moved forward slowly, and only when they saw that there was indeed a strange undead in the deep pit did they finally feel relieved and looked down with curiosity and excitement.
Luo Chen raised his head with a click, the soul fire in his eyes was exceptionally calm. Although they were all just skeletons, he had the illusion that he was observing and examining them.
The bodies of several undead stiffened instantly, and they were almost frightened to the point of their bones falling apart.
"A-a first-level undead?!"
It’s no wonder they are so scared. The undead absolutely suppress the lower-level undead. No matter how firm their consciousness is, they cannot resist the rule of the first-level undead.
The vast majority of high-level undead don't care much about the life or death of zero-level undead.
Luo Chen: “…”
He sensed several more waves of intense emotional power, his soul fire swaying slightly. He comforted and explained, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Several undead souls were still trembling with fear.
They did not believe Luo Chen's words, and did not dare to escape.
Facing humans, they may still have a chance of survival, but facing the first-level undead, unless they can instantly move to a place one thousand meters away, they can only accept the wrath of the first-level undead, and it will be difficult for them to even die a quick death.
Although Luo Chen has never come into contact with the magic of this world.
But for him, who is extremely talented and can become a god just by cultivating his mind, creating new spells out of thin air is as easy as breathing.
The soul fire in his eyes leaped slightly, and his body was lifted up out of thin air by a magical force, and finally landed on the ground. The whole process was silent.
The undead who had been staying in the mass grave since waking up from their long sleep were completely stunned, with the fire of their souls in their eyes beating violently. They were excited to see the necromancy with their own eyes, but also felt terrified by it.
Could this undead soul have been a noble wizard in his lifetime?
Several undead's jaws trembled, making subtle crackling sounds. Billy, the oldest, stepped forward and summoned up the courage to speak: "Respected Master Necromancer, what can we do for you?"
The other undead also reacted and nodded behind them.
Luo Chen noticed their nervousness and anxiety, and found a place to sit down. "Are there any other undead around here?"
Billy hesitated for a second and finally chose to tell the truth.
“Yes, but you need to pass through the human village and walk a long way to reach the Death Ridge, where many undead and ghosts gather.”
They had wanted to go there too.
But out of many considerations and caution, I finally chose to stay here.
Luo Chen thought for a few seconds and decided to wait for the black magician who had killed his original body and these undead to come and kill him before heading to the Death Ridge.
He needs to gather more undead users.
Billy, Neil and other undead stood there nervously, not daring to move, vaguely aware that this honorable necromancer was probably going to Death Ridge.
But unexpectedly, this necromancer had been staying in the mass grave these past few days, and his attitude towards them was unusually gentle and friendly. He didn't even use his level of suppression to leave a mark on their soul fire.
Their mood was extremely conflicted.
There is a feeling of gradual relaxation and yet a sense of uneasy and trance-like fear.
Is there really a first-level necromancer in this world who won't leave a mark on a zero-level undead? It's like humans' instinctive desire for gold and food.
Leaving a mark on the fire of the undead is also the instinct of high-level undead to control power, without exception.
A few more days passed.
The soul fire in Luo Chen's eyes flickered a few times, and he said to the several undead who were walking in the dark and looking at the moon: "Find a place to hide immediately."
They were stunned for a moment, but instead of foolishly asking Luo Chen what had happened, they quickly found a place to hide and hid the skeleton tightly.
The undead waited nervously and anxiously, having no idea what was going to happen next.
Until a man in a black robe came faintly in the distance. He was riding an undead horse that emitted a faint green light in the darkness, and the horse's hooves left one light green mark after another on the ground.
The black robe clearly had a spell engraved on it to conceal the other person's aura. Unless the other person actively cast a spell or took off the black robe, ordinary people and low-level intelligent beings would not be able to see the other person's race.
The man in black robe was just passing by the mass grave, but as a black magician, he was naturally sensitive to the breath of death and immediately noticed that there were several undead in the mass grave.
He immediately tugged at the rope.
The undead horse snorted, and its eyes also flashed with light green soul fire.
This is a first-level undead horse with the talent of fire magic.
The black magician soon noticed the skeleton undead standing not far away, with light green soul fire flashing in its eyes. He was a little surprised that a first-level undead could be born in such a place.
Black magic happens to restrain the undead.
As a first-level undead, he is not afraid of undead of the same level. In addition, he has a staff made of precious materials, which is enough to refine this first-level undead into a puppet.
As for the few undead hiding in the distance, they can be used as materials for alchemy.
Several undead became even more nervous.
They didn't know who this person was who walked towards the mass grave in the middle of the night, but just by looking at the first-level undead horse that was obviously under control, they knew that this person clearly had ill intentions towards them.
Several undead were trembling with fear, and they wanted to rush up and drag the necromancer away.
They were afraid of the necromancer before, but of course they trusted the necromancer more than a stranger who they didn't know whether he would kill them.
But the problem is - even the undead horse of the same first level has been controlled by the opponent. Can the necromancer deal with the opponent?
Just as the undead gathered their courage and prepared to rush out, the man riding the undead horse lifted his robe, revealing an aura that only a black magician could possess.
The black magician with a villainous aura smiled sinisterly: "I will let you become my second undead puppet. This is your luck."
The undead were so frightened that their bones were scattered all over the ground again, and the fire of their souls was shaking and almost going out.
"It's the Dark Mage!"
"It's over, it's over, we're going to turn into materials!"
"Master Mage, please run away--"
They had no chance of escaping, but if the Necromancer tried his best, there might be a glimmer of hope.
I haven’t finished speaking yet…
The black magician on the opposite side waved his staff, and the rich and evil black magic elements surged out, turning into a hideous ghost and pouncing towards Luo Chen.
The soul fires of the undead jumped violently.
The next second, they saw the necromancer who had never moved standing there raise his hand and condense a ball of golden light.
Pure and dazzling.
Although his back was just like theirs, it looked particularly sacred and unbearable to look directly at.
Then, the ball of golden light directly swallowed up the black ghost and rushed straight towards the black magician. The black magician, whose body was condensed with the power of blood and wronged souls, was instantly enveloped by the light.
The light is burning like fire.
The black magician screamed miserably and desperately summoned various spells to try to extinguish the flames, but all were in vain.
He regretted it.
The black magician began to beg for mercy, trying to use various precious materials to tempt this necromancer who had no idea what his talent was.
But the other party still stood there, the light green soul fire was calm and bottomless, and even gave people a frightening illusion.
The black magician's screams became more and more shrill, and the undead had no time to be shocked by the scene. They shrank into a ball with their jaws trembling unconsciously.
Weak, pitiful and scared.
Half an hour later, the evil black magician finally breathed his last, his body burned completely, without even a handful of ashes left.
A ball of golden light floated in Luo Chen's palm, containing the soul of the black magician. He was still being burned by the golden flames, and his painful wails could not be heard.
No one can save him except Luo Chen.
The controlled undead horse gained its freedom and instinctively bent its legs to show submission to the necromancer, who was also of the first level but whose soul fire was obviously much stronger than its own.
Luo Chen never liked torturing people in this way.
But the aura of this black magician is too strong, and he may have killed more than 100,000 people. Such a heinous person must be punished in the most painful way.
It just so happens that I can always contribute my emotional strength to him, and he won't have a moment of peace.
Pain is also a kind of emotional force.
The undead stared blankly at Luo Chen who was standing there. They had never expected that the battle, which seemed to be won by the black magician, would easily turn to the side of the necromancer.
This, this win was too easy.
It’s so shocking!
Billy suddenly realized that he had to hold on to such a thick golden thigh - no, it was the golden leg bone, and he must not lose to the undead horse that he had only met once!
He quickly punched the knees of the undead around him a few times, causing them to instantly kneel on the ground with a thud that only humans could feel. Billy also knelt down heavily and shouted from the bottom of his heart: "Sir, please mark us!"
At this moment, he found a new purpose in life after death.
——He wants to become the best and most perfect younger brother of the Golden Thigh.
Thank you Bai Yuan for throwing a mine, muah.
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【Card Role Playing [Quick Wear]】
Yuan Yi is bound to a card drawing system called Today's Card Drawing System and needs to travel through different worlds to save people from crises.
Each card represents a different ability, and he must play a role so that this ability can appear reasonably in this world.
Yuan Yi: "Isn't this just role-playing?"
no problem!
The first world: Distortion Doomsday.
The Blue Planet has lost its vitality due to human beings destroying the environment, polluting rivers, and emitting carbon dioxide. Cosmic energy invades through the barrier, causing all life to be distorted and the world to become extinct.
Yuan Yi's mission is to repair the blue planet barrier and let humans protect the environment from now on.
The system looked desperate: "Host, you just drew the [Origin of Plants] skill card. Are you going to use this skill to plant trees on Blue Planet for a hundred years?"
Yuan Yi thought thoughtfully: "This skill should be able to be used on me as well, right?"
system:"???"
One day, Lan Xing suddenly received a call from the police. A world tree claimed that it was responsible for saving the world and wanted to cooperate with the country to resist the extraterritorial demons.
Police: “??? This guy is really crazy.”
However, when a giant insect over ten meters tall suddenly ravaged the city, and even weapons could hardly cause any damage to it, a green-eyed boy manipulated vines to easily wrap up the insect and said seriously to the police, "Hello, I'm here to hand myself over to the country."
Police: “!!”
Is this person a superpower?
Later, Yuan Yi, who was considered by the country to be the only person with superpowers, turned into a huge tree on the spot. With a wave of his hand, he conjured up many tree people to fight against the monsters, and everyone was completely shocked!
The other party is actually the World Tree!
All of humanity was suddenly in an uproar.
World 2: Demon Doomsday.
The Lingqi Continent was filled with demons and monsters, wreaking havoc on the human world and causing great suffering to all living beings. Most of the immortals died, leaving the remaining immortals unable to speak out, and the human race was completely destroyed.
Yuan Yi's mission is to protect humanity and prevent demons and monsters from wreaking havoc on the world.
The system looked desperate again: "It's over, host, the card you drew is [Game Character], you must kill monsters to become stronger."
Yuan Yi seemed to be thinking: "No hurry, let me shave my head first."
system:"???"
When the Peach Blossom Demon imprisoned the villagers in the mountain village for a blood sacrifice, a Buddhist disciple in a cassock slowly approached, holding a demon-subduing pestle and looking compassionate: "Amitabha, you are a demon yet you wreak havoc on the world. Kindly, let me save you today."
Peach Blossom Demon: "??? Is this bald donkey really crazy?"
Yuan Yi looked at the health bar above the Peach Blossom Demon's head, secretly attacking it while also giving himself a healing blow. He managed to kill the Peach Blossom Demon and dropped a bunch of equipment on the ground.
He's upgraded!
The villagers were shocked on the spot: "!"
He must be a practitioner.
Later...
Yuan Yi simply played the role of a Buddhist, forcing the demons and monsters to be good from then on, and then he ascended directly because he reached the maximum level.
The demons and monsters trembled in fear: "!"
He must be the reincarnation of a god or Buddha!
The third world: the end of the three realms.
Famine and plague were everywhere in the world, and natural and man-made disasters occurred one after another. Gods and demons involved the human world in their struggle, which eventually led to the extinction of mankind, and the gods and demons disappeared from then on.
The system was dumbfounded again: "Host, you drew another garbage card this time. It's the [Dream Skill]. You can't do anything else."
Yuan Yi pondered, "This skill should be able to pull everyone, including gods and demons, into the dream, right?"
system:"???"
Later...
Various legends about his salvation gradually appeared in one world after another, and he was even worshipped as a god.
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