After entering dormant mode, Li Ziyu did not rest as usual. Because of the stimulation of the mountain of corpses and the countless corpses, he could not sleep at all. He was very excited and walked back and forth in the dark hall of the main building.
Unable to sleep, Li Ziyu simply clicked on the buildings and items unlocked yesterday to see what they did.
[Grave Cemetery]
[Introduction: *Main city-level building. Possesses the ability to create corpses, collect corpses, and gather soul energy, allowing it to create skeletal undead. No loss, no deception, worth having.]
[Construction Requirements: Skeleton*unit, Soul Energy*unit, Dead Core*1]
【Occupied area: 100 units】
As he read the introduction to the cemetery, Li Ziyu's mouth gradually widened and his eyes became wider.
What the hell did I see? What is this?!
Not to mention the specially marked main city-level buildings, just look at the abilities that come after them, which one is not attractive? It is simply a must-have building for home travel, murder and looting. With it, the development speed of the mobile fortress can be increased exponentially.
When they see the demand, it’s no longer a matter of whether their eyes are round or not, they almost pop out of their sockets.
How many zeros are there?
One, ten... million, 1 million units of skeletons, oh my god.
Not only does it require 1 million units of bones, but it also requires 50,000 units of soul energy. The most important thing is the core of the dead, which no one knows what it is. This cemetery is indeed good, but the requirements are too high.
I really want to build it, but the demand is not enough, which is a headache.
After struggling for a long time, Li Ziyu finally suppressed his emotions and turned to look at the special item, the soul coffin.
Soul Coffin
[Introduction: *Special item. Used to gather souls of the dead. The more souls gathered in the Soul Coffin, the greater its power. It is said that the truth lies within the cannon's range.]
[Requirement: Skeleton*unit, Soul Energy*unit]
[Skills: Soul Absorption, Soul Song, Soul Projection]
This...whatever you think will come true?
The Soul Coffin is awesome too. I just promised the Ghost King that I would free them, and now the Soul Coffin is here. The system finally did a good thing.
A lot of bones are needed to build the soul coffin, but Li Ziyu owns a mountain of corpses and a place where souls gather. 100,000 bones should be no problem at all. He can just sprinkle some water on them. As for 10,000 soul energies, he can also get them.
After the corpse mountain and soul gathering area are developed, we will build one first and see how it goes.
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In a secret underground cave.
A huge bonfire was burning brightly, with torches lit around it, illuminating the entire cave.
There are nearly a hundred people in the cave, belonging to the Goblins, Lizardmen and Headhunters, divided into three distinct areas around the campfire. They are the cancer race in the wilderness and also the victims of the undead.
"We can't let the undead continue, otherwise no one will survive!" The short green-skinned goblin jumped to his feet and shouted in a shrill voice.
"Warring on the undead is no easy task." Moss, the leader of the Tasta Lizardman tribe (appeared in Chapter 42), said with a disdainful look at the goblin.
"Moss, what do you mean? Are we just going to wait like this, waiting for the undead to kill us one by one?" The goblin looked furious.
"Dwarf, if you talk to me with this attitude again, I will turn you into goblin jerky." A fierce look flashed in Moss's vertical pupils. Although they were both the cancer of the wasteland, he looked down on goblins and did not think that they were qualified to be on equal footing with him.
The goblin was frightened by Moss's eyes and took two steps back, bumping into his companion. He turned his head and saw a bear goblin. The guy stood up, threw him aside, and stared at Moss.
The lizardmen warriors around Moss picked up their weapons and stood up, looking at the goblin silently but fiercely, as if they were ready to attack if they disagreed with him.
"Are we here to discuss the undead, or to fight a civil war?"
Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, a voice suddenly rang out, attracting the attention of the lizardmen and goblins.
He was a young headhunter, about sixteen or seventeen years old, bald, with white tattoos from head to toe. The areas without tattoos were covered with black dye. He had a pair of amber pupils, giving people a strange and fierce feeling.
His eyes swept over the goblin. The bear goblin seemed to be afraid and looked away, not meeting his gaze. When he looked at Moss, Moss looked at him fearlessly, was silent for two seconds, and moved his tongue.
"While we were arguing, the undead were becoming more powerful." The young headhunter said slowly.
"Nado, are you planning to go to war with the undead like those dwarfs?" Moss asked after pondering the words of the young headhunter.
"It's not that we are planning to start a war, it's that we must start a war, Moss. You don't really think that the Undead will let you go, do you? They are Undead. Don't you know how they came and how their numbers increased?" Nado, a young headhunter, asked calmly without any expression on his face.
Moss's pupils shrank slightly. He knew, of course, that when fighting against the undead, the dead would become part of the enemy. The more people died on his side, the greater the number of the enemy would be. This was the terrifying part of the undead, and it was also the reason why he was unwilling to go to war with the undead.
If we fail to completely eliminate the undead in one go, it will probably be a disaster the next time we encounter them.
Moss was very afraid of the headhunters, because these guys who looked no different from humans were actually much more cruel than them, the lizardmen. At least they would not treat their own kind as food reserves.
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