The Undead Calamity of the Magical Continent 5 (1 more)
When Neil and the other undead heard this, they came back to their senses from their shock and daze, their jaws opening and closing but they couldn't utter a word.
They are very self-aware.
Zero-level undead are everywhere.
This powerful necromancer didn't mark them at first, so even if they begged for help, it might not be of any use. What if they made the necromancer angry?
They didn't want to be marked at first because they were afraid that the necromancer would torture them.
The souls of several undead were so ashamed that their bones were about to burn. Who could have thought that high-level undead would choose to protect zero-level undead?
Luo Chen retracted the golden light in his hand. The black magician's soul was still being tortured inside, and continuously provided him with rich emotional power.
Luo Chen turned his head and said, "Everyone, get up."
The voice was calm and gentle, but the pressure from the first-level undead made the already frightened zero-level undead instinctively obey, including Billy.
Luo Chen was really surprised.
Because Billy's emotional power was still surging, mixed with admiration and fanaticism. This emotion was a bit similar to that of the third wife in the first small world.
He worshipped Luo Chen as if he were his true faith.
Luo Chen originally planned to leave his mark on the soul fire of all the undead. This was the only way to become the Lord of the Undead.
In addition, he also needs to monitor all the undead. At the same time, this mark is also a kind of protection. With the mark, he can release his breath through the soul fire at any time to suppress any race that wants to harm the undead.
Once the undead plague is exploited by others, it will not only bring a bad reputation to the race, but will also cause more innocent undead to be involved.
Luo Chen looked at these undead souls and asked in an extremely serious tone: "Are you willing to become my followers? I will protect you, but at the same time, you must not violate the rules I set."
The fire of Billy's soul blazed in his eyes.
For the zero-level undead, there are only a few ways to survive longer. One is to make themselves stronger, but the stronger the undead, the more likely they are to be coveted by more powerful intelligent races.
After all, who doesn't want a subordinate who can control countless immortal undead scourges?
Intelligent races can only control one undead at most, and cannot control countless undead like the undead race's unique talent.
The second way is to become a follower of a high-level undead.
But this path has several disadvantages. Most zero-level undead have no autonomy. If they are unlucky, they will be forced to leave a mark in the soul fire, and their life and death will be out of their control.
At the same time, once a mark is left, it cannot be removed for a lifetime unless a more powerful undead covers the mark. Of course, when a high-level undead dies, the marks of their followers will also disappear, but the price is that the soul fire will be incomplete, and the lifespan may only be a few years.
The last way is to become a puppet of other intelligent races.
But no undead would choose this path voluntarily.
Billy knelt on one knee without thinking, lowered his head and released the fire of his soul, "I do."
Neil and the others stood there completely dumbfounded.
Billy was afraid that Neil and the others would not be smart enough to choose to refuse. It is hard to find such a good thing as meeting a necromancer who is willing to ask for your opinion and protect you!
He immediately scolded, "What are you still hesitating about?"
Neil and the others suddenly came to their senses and realized that their previous reaction looked a bit like a rejection. They explained hurriedly: "We... We just can't believe it."
It was like a dream.
The undead standing behind asked cautiously, "Master Necromancer, do you mind that we don't have any talents?"
A first-level undead can only leave marks on a hundred undead at most, which means that the position of the followers is fixed.
Each undead has different talents.
Ordinary undead like them can't even beat an ordinary human. They have brittle bones and are timid. They are simply useless.
Luo Chen nodded.
Neil and the others immediately became excited and knelt on one knee like Billy, actively opening their soul fires. "We are willing too."
Luo Chen separated a tiny part of his soul fire, and suddenly small green soul fires floated in the air, flowing directly into the eye sockets of Billy and the others, leaving marks in their soul fires.
He only needed a thought to sense the location and even thoughts of Billy and the others, and he could convey his orders to them instantly.
The soul fire in Luo Chen's eyes still shone, unaffected by anything. "I only have a few rules. You are not allowed to actively harm any intelligent race, and you cannot harm your own race. But if they want to harm you, these two rules are invalid. If you can't defeat them, I will personally punish them."
Billy and his friends did not dislike these rules at all. Instead, they felt extremely excited and safe. From now on, they were undead with golden thighs protecting them!
Luo Chen gestured for Billy and the others to sit down, "Don't panic no matter what happens next. You just need to know that it was me who did it."
Billy and the others nodded repeatedly, unable to suppress their curiosity and nervousness.
Luo Chen passed the spiritual network directly through the mark of soul fire.
"hiss--"
Billy suppressed the sound that was about to scream out in surprise, the soul fire in his eyes was beating wildly, and he was extremely shocked and confused.
He subconsciously reached out and felt in the air.
The strange pattern and text still appeared before his eyes in some peculiar way, a bit like it was in his mind, but it did not affect his sight at all.
Billy knew simple words and recited the words in the pattern silently in his mind.
"My...spiritual network?"
He was completely bewildered.
I know every word, but when they are put together I can't understand what they mean.
Neil and the others plopped down on the ground, not caring about their broken hips. The soul fire in their eye sockets was still beating, and their upper and lower jaws moved several times with a crackling sound. They said in a trembling voice with a bit of a sting: "God of Creation, what is this?!"
It is rumored that there is a creator god in this world.
He created day and night and all races.
Among them, the dragons, who are so powerful that they can become stronger just by lying down and sleeping, and the beautiful and elegant elves, are two races that He carefully created.
Until one day.
The God of Death came, bringing disaster and creating demons and the undead.
Disputes arose in the once harmonious world.
Different races were at odds with each other, and the elves hated demons and the undead. It was not until thousands of years later that the major races began to maintain superficial peace.
Luo Chen did not feel the power of gods in this world.
As to whether this world has been invaded by evil spirits, we will have to observe for a while before we can make a judgment.
Actually.
The gods of the small world are not true gods because they cannot escape the constraints of the small world.
Neil was illiterate. He was just a poor villager in his lifetime. He died in an accident and his body was thrown directly into a mass grave. Two or three years later, he luckily became a ghost.
When his eyes fell on the words under the strange pattern, a voice appeared in his consciousness.
It was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, and there was not even a trace of emotion in it, just like a god who was above all intelligent life.
The voice asked him, "Do you want to start the Spirit Network tutorial?"
Neil was so frightened that the fire of his soul in his eyes was about to go out. He trembled and said, "There's a voice talking in my head!"
Billy: “???”
Weren’t he and Neil seeing the same scene?
Luo Chen: “…”
He seemed to foresee the scene where many ignorant humans and beastmen were frightened and would resist the spiritual network from then on.
It seems that the content of the novice tutorial needs to be revised again.
Luo Chen held his forehead helplessly: "Don't be afraid, just recite it silently in your heart to open it."
Neil trembled: "Okay, okay."
The voice in my head rang out again: "The tutorial has begun. Please focus your attention on the arrow in the red circle on the screen and control its movement."
A red circle suddenly appeared in the square-like screen, and there was indeed a strange arrow inside it.
He followed this so-called beginner's tutorial and stared at the arrow. More than ten seconds passed, and the arrow actually moved freely in the box according to his consciousness.
Neil was shocked again.
What on earth is this?
Could it be that he also learned some magical spell?
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