Yes.
As a late-night snack shop owner.
Wu Zhimin also has his own ideals and pursuits.
Becoming a famous figure in history is the most ideal thing this slightly overweight man could imagine...
Although he didn't know if Ouyang Qianjin could hear him, Wu Zhimin still decided to raise the stakes and take a gamble.
However, Ouyang Qianjin did not respond for several minutes after she made the sound.
It wasn't that Miss Ouyang wanted to abduct the other party.
In fact, Ouyang Qianjin heard it.
After all, the pumpkin carriage wasn't far from the base's walls.
The reason she didn't answer was simply because at that moment, Miss Ouyang was somewhat bewildered by the other party's 'lofty ideals'.
after all……
No matter how human history unfolds in the future.
But no matter what, Miss Ouyang is number one on both lists and is also the lord of Whale State.
To put it bluntly...
Wu Zhimin has already achieved everything she wanted: a regional hegemon and a place in history.
There's absolutely no need to team up with anyone.
In other words, the other party wants to get something for nothing!?
OK!
You chubby, balding middle-aged man, you're trying to play tricks on me, aren't you!
If I hadn't been quick-witted, I would have almost fallen for your trick.
Seemingly having misunderstood something, Miss Ouyang gritted her teeth and then grabbed the microphone from the table.
"Cheers? Since you think I've run out of bargaining chips, then let me show you what a necromancer's chips are."
After saying that, Miss Ouyang snapped her fingers.
Wu Zhimin was initially happy when he heard Ouyang Qianjin speak, thinking that the other party had agreed to his conditions.
But no matter how you look at it, the tone and the language don't seem like they want to have a talk with me.
Wu Zhimin was then shocked to discover that the undead who had been lying inside the magic prism defense network were slowly crawling up from the ground like zombies.
They picked up their weapons again and launched an attack on the Magic Prism.
"What...what is this?!"
"The immortal...the immortal...is this what immortality means?"
"No wonder Miss Ouyang didn't care about casualties at all; it turns out she really can resurrect people!"
The professionals standing on the city wall, preparing to defend themselves, were dumbfounded as they watched the undead, their bodies charred black and their movements sluggish, yet still charging at them with weapons.
How could the dead, or those burned to a crisp by lightning, actually stand up again and take up weapons to attack?
The scene is beyond what the word "shocking" can describe.
It's absolutely terrifying!
Although I've witnessed quite a few things, both big and small, throughout this year.
I've encountered quite a few outrageous and bizarre things that defy common sense.
But this is the first time they've experienced a scene like this.
And the first experience was terrifyingly intense.
It directly challenges their nerves.
"Waaah—"
Some people who had been holding back could no longer endure it and vomited along with the others.
"Baldy, this is our necromancer's trump card and trump card. You should learn from him."
"Oh! I forgot you're not a necromancer, so even if you wanted to learn, you probably couldn't."
I didn't care what outsiders thought.
After making a few sarcastic remarks, the sullen young lady Ouyang slammed the microphone on the table.
Then he picked up the dried sweet potato that Sebastian handed him, which was roasting on the stove, and took a big bite.
It was like venting anger.
But Wu, the base commander, who was suddenly called "bald," didn't even have the strength to be angry.
My whole body felt like it had been drained of all its energy, and even standing up felt difficult.
This is shock, surprise, but also a representation of bewilderment.
Indeed.
Thanks to modifications made by the technicians at the science park, the Magic Prism no longer needs to be fired one shot at a time.
However, if such high saturation is used for a long time, even with magical cooling, damage can still occur.
After all, if Lady Ouyang can be resurrected once, she might be able to be resurrected twice.
Under such repeated circumstances, no equipment could withstand it.
It's bound to explode sooner or later.
What are the necromancer's chips and trump cards?
What a daunting profession...
Wu Zhimin is currently experiencing an indescribable sense of frustration.
He had meticulously planned everything, but unexpectedly, he was defeated by the opponent's violent yet simple tactic of "powerful bricks flying."
Indeed, when there are many people, you can do whatever you want!
There's no other way...
"Bring him up, quickly bring Tai Le up!"
Knowing that continuing down this path would ultimately lead to the destruction of the base and the death of its inhabitants, Wu Zhimin made the most foolish decision – to issue a threat.
When Tai Le, whose hands, feet, and mouth were bound and who was wearing handcuffs that could seal abilities, was brought up, Wu Zhimin held a knife to Tai Le and shouted at the white eyes in the air.
"Young Lady Ouyang! If you don't want this guy to die, then get out of my base right now!"
"Kill me, kill me. I can resurrect anyway. You can kill me however you want."
Ouyang Qianjin completely disregarded this threat.
He spoke lightly, showing no concern whatsoever about Tyler's life or death.
After all, she has the ability to revive people.
Even if Tyler is killed, he can be resurrected as long as his body is well preserved.
"Really! Even if it's resurrection, there should be limits or restrictions, right? If I turn him into mincemeat, can you still resurrect him? I really want to try."
Although the most foolish threatening tactic was chosen.
But it must be said that Wu Zhimin at least didn't lose his mind.
He saw it.
Outside the first defensive perimeter of the Magic Prism, there were many corpses that had not been able to revive earlier.
And without exception, all of these corpses were damaged.
In other words, Ouyang Qianjin's resurrection skill must have some limitations.
Otherwise, this skill would truly be defying the heavens.
"Ugh... I've been caught out of my comfort zone..."
After Wu Zhimin shared his guess, Ouyang Qianjin tilted her head and thought for a moment, then pouted and said...
"So, are you ready to talk now?"
No, absolutely not.
Ouyang Qianjin remained unconvinced.
“I told you, if you think your speculation is correct, then kill me. I won’t suffer any loss. Anyway, I still have quite a few subordinates in my base who participated in the research and development of the magic generator. Besides, it’s not impossible to kill your subordinates who participated in the research and development and then resurrect them.”
"this……"
In one sentence, Wu Zhimin was shut down by Ouyang Qianjin.
really.
According to Ouyang Qianjin, Tai Le was indeed an optional existence.
Although the technology, the ideas, the skills, and the profession are all rare.
But it is not irreplaceable, at least when it comes to magic engines.
In fact, many professionals in the science park can now do a lot of things for Taylor.
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