Something's wrong with my undead

As the warrior brother showed off his muscles, the main problems of Solins Peak were basically solved, and the rest were just some details.

If it were the former high priest Hemat, he would naturally be able to act arbitrarily.

But now Hemat is a completely good old guy, and most of his domineering and strength have been wiped out with his evil personality.

So he was a little timid and indecisive.

He had to discuss everything with other people. Heine wanted to persuade him to give up. What was there to discuss with those muscle sticks...

After all, the premise of working together is to really put forward constructive opinions, but there is no cognitive basis. Isn't this a delay?

But then I thought about it, because of this, the soldiers couldn't give any suggestions, so they simply left it to him.

This is indeed the case, those muscular guys almost have "the spring green in the sleeping temple" written on their faces.

The plan for cooperation between the Quetzalcoatl tribe and the Meikara people was unanimously approved.

In fact, they don't need to worry too much about this.

The soul pollution of the Zanluo people is mainly concentrated on the spirits of their ancestors, and then the "anger that does not belong to themselves" mentioned by Arthur.

Now that the core of the ancestor spirit has been taken away by Heine, it is equivalent to physically removing a large part of the pollution. Even if McCalla's inner world expands to this point, it will not cause violent turmoil in the real world.

As for the other world...

The world inside is already empty, so it doesn’t matter.

After the two sides reached a friendly consensus, the dwarf construction team brought by Heine began work immediately.

In the Courtyard of the Wind Rider on the main peak, dwarf craftsmen inserted twelve special totem poles around the hall called the "Prayer Hall".

Seeing the dwarf craftsmen at work, the two skeletons felt unreal.

In the game, this is where you fight Hemat.

There are four tower-like buildings in the hall, with skylights above them.

After the boss battle begins, reinforcements will gradually pour out from both air and land directions, and long-range troops will usually choose to go up to the stage to output.

Because the team lacked powerful long-range players at the time, this dungeon was very difficult to fight.

Not to mention how difficult the Shadow of Sleep is.

But now, these four towers have been demolished to make room for the totem.

The boss in the game who is always "arrogant" is watching the dwarf construction with his hands like a little old man, smiling kindly.

Who would believe this!

Zhu Sheep: "By the way, when you first opened up the wasteland here, the Master didn't launch an attack from the sanctuary?"

Teacher Xia: "No, the large forces of the masters are slaughtering the city below, and the elite have deployed a no-air barrier on the entire Thorins Peak. Otherwise, how can we play... We are 10 people, 6dps5 melee combat."

Zhu Sheep: "If the sky is closed, what will Rhubarb become at that time?"

Teacher Xia: "A dog, a hound, otherwise why would he be called a dog group?"

Catching sheep: "..."

While the two were chatting, the infrastructure here was completed.

As the white light of the charging stone connected the twelve totem poles, an inexplicable power slowly spread in the prayer hall.

For those ancestors who were anxious all the time after losing the spirits of their ancestors, it was rare for them to calm down.

So far, McCalla has mastered a total of three ways to open a map.

The first one is simple and crude. Just feed the Yuanling with charging stones and let them rush in all directions.

The second type is Tuba's Yuanling street lamp, which outlines the Yuanling magic circle on the ground through dot arrays one by one. After that, the area covered by the magic circle is connected to the inner world.

The third type is that after the system is created, every soul that joins the system can become a tool for opening maps.

This is a slow and spontaneous assimilation, the speed of which depends on the strength of the individual soul.

For Solinsberg, Heine combined the latter two approaches.

Thanks to Hemat's protection, although Sanji lost the qualification to "incubate" in the true sense and could only stay in the other world for the time being, he was not contaminated.

Therefore, after spending some time in McCalla, Sanchi now has a similar temperament to Loulton.

Loulton had just entered McCalla and became the master of the other world corresponding to Kittyler's farm.

Based on this successful case, Heine planned to let Sanchi give it a try.

In order to prevent accidents, he also spent his own money to lay the foundation - these twelve totems are fully upgraded versions of Yuanling street lamps, Yuanling beacons.

With Ian's assistance, these twelve beacons alone were enough to generate a small Yuanling magic circle.

Even if Sanji's own purification ability is not enough, this magic circle can also help him.

Sanji has already come to the other world here through the small hole in the plane barrier. Now that the magic circle is activated, the transformation of the other world has officially begun!

Heine closed his eyes slightly.

As one of the founders of the "system", he can enter "light sleep" mode using psychic techniques without any props.

When he opened his eyes again, the two planes overlapped in front of him.

In the middle of the empty hall, a fiery red bird was lying in its nest, tilting its head and looking at him.

Sanji's nest was not built under the magic circle like before, and was blocked by a transparent barrier.

This time it was built on a tree.

An illusive silver canopy filled the hall and pierced the ceiling.

The bottom of the tree also emerged from the floor. With his excellent perception, Heine was able to capture the tens of meters of height it extended downward.

If nothing else, the roots of this tree are rooted in the secret room where the mining-like array gathered.

"Heineaku!"

Sanchi greets him excitedly.

"You should call me...forget it, just uncle."

Heine gave up the idea of ​​correction.

"Did you 'plant' this tree?"

"Yeah, I made it after Xiao Kui."

Xiao Kuike is okay...

In terms of age, Sanchi seems to be older than Quelkus.

"Did you use your own mental power?" he asked.

Sanchi nodded his head.

After staying in McCalla for six days, he didn't learn much else. He learned this iron rule in a good way.

You must give priority to using your own mental power. If you can't do it, ask for help from others, but remember to pay the reward.

"But there's a problem."

Sanchi looked up at the treetops, which were still getting bigger and higher.

"It seems...it keeps growing and can't stop. Why?"

Can't stop?

Heine was shocked, how could this tree still grow on its own?

He hurriedly extended his perception and at the same time deepened his perception into the other world.

The view of the prayer hall disappeared.

The whispers of the players and the close proximity of Hemat all disappeared, replaced by a rolling sea of ​​sand.

The earth-yellow sand sea began to boil, rolling up dust all over the sky, and the waves became higher than the waves.

They continued to flow towards Solins Peak, but as they approached, they lost their original color and turned into silvery elements, which merged into the body of the tree, allowing it to continue to grow and strengthen.

Heine's ears seemed to be echoing with countless relieved thanks.

And one after another——

"Go home..."