Something's wrong with my undead

The decree was cast, and the huge faceless puppet suddenly let out a sinister laugh.

"Dear Reaper, I will carry out your will of destruction—"

Most of the blocks that made it up shattered one after another, and countless painful black souls floated out from them, flying towards the peaceful "fruits of victory" in front of them like locusts covering the sky and the sun.

Wei Dianyuan was stunned.

"The mechanism of this skill has been turned into a special effect???"

As one of the few direct attack skills among the decrees, the damage of this thing depends only on the number of ghosts rather than their quality - because ghosts of good quality will impact Savia's leadership position, and then be strangled in the cradle in advance, leaving only garbage.

So the question is, if you want the number, you have to do something unethical, but the faction reputation does not allow players to do this.

Therefore, this skill has always been as weak as an idiot. Wei Dianyuan has never used it since he got the code staff. This is the first time he used it.

At this moment, in Veronica's fantasy, not only civilians lived here, but there was also a strong guard stationed here.

Facing the enemy attack, they poured out from every nook and cranny, just like the soldiers bursting out of the barracks in an RTS game. Among them were many level eight warlocks in black robes with silver edges, and some were conservatively estimated to be level six.

Wei Dianyuan was immediately happy.

This aunt is really bold!

Even if all the assets of the Shadow Temple were turned over, they wouldn't be able to gather so many level eight warlocks, right?

and many more……

He suddenly realized that after Delmines became a copy in the game, most of the elite dead souls therein were warlocks instead of necromancers.

In other words, those things might have been transformed by friendly forces.

So in my aunt’s fantasy, these high-level warlocks were all friendly forces that were once devoured by Savia?

Are they all purified?

That is to say...

They are not real human warlocks, but souls similar to strange beasts disguised as human magic!

Isn’t this the NPC in the Mackalla dungeon?

Row.

Very good.

Looks like it’s going to shock some of the little players out there!

"Decree: Soul Diversion."

"Dear Reaper, I will remember your great sacrifice—"

He pulled out a sickle covered in black mud from the block beside him and chopped it down at Wei Dian Yuan.

The sickle sank into his body silently, causing no physical damage but cutting off a piece of soul fire.

Then this wisp of soul fire was swallowed by Saviya, and the shadow of the second Wei Dian Yuan was separated from the cube.

Then the third, fourth...

The man from the Northeast was slashed eight times in a row! In a moment, eight more shadows appeared on the field.

Including the weak body, the perception of nine people swept over at the same time, pounced on the warlocks entangled with the ghosts.

Nine people, plus nine spell splits.

This means that 81 soul warlocks will be disturbed by the powerful will at the same time.

In addition to the toilet plunger, this interference also includes the will of control!

——You are all mine!

Even if these souls do not succumb immediately, they will experience swelling and pain in their brains, stagnation of thinking, and serious impact on their spellcasting.

Those ghosts would not miss such a good opportunity and immediately came up to haunt them.

So as the Northeasterners themselves joined the battlefield, the defenders suffered a severe blow almost in an instant.

But this is just the beginning!

As the first soul warlock could no longer hold on and was dyed black by Savia, the Ghost Lord's unbridled laughter resounded throughout the entire cave!

The former lost its human appearance after a brief tremor and exploded with a bang.

The ghost that split from his body cried and pounced on his companions beside him...

Then there was the second, the third...

Soon, this seemingly indestructible line of defense was filled with ghosts and wailing.

Facts have proved that letting players be bosses will only make them even less human than the bosses themselves!

Even though in my aunt's fantasy her own strength was almost unlimited, no matter how many people showed up, they would quickly become Savia's minions, and the speed would be getting faster and faster.

After a crazy war to support the war, the stronghold that had produced an unlimited number of troops was actually demolished and dyed black, and the defenders were forced to begin to shrink their formation.

The battlefield shifted from the open areas of the caves to the intricate street fighting.

This is even worse!

Even in fantasy, the Cave of Thousand Souls before our eyes is completely consistent with the complex geographical structure of reality.

Although Veronica has been stationed here for a long time, she is just stationed here. Some of the use of the terrain only exists in assumptions and tactical designs.

However, what the players experienced was the countless battles with the elusive ghosts after Delmines truly became a dungeon group.

It can even be said that every inch of land here has been measured by players using corpses.

When it comes to understanding the terrain, how could she possibly compare to someone like this?

For people from Northeast China, they know exactly where dead ends are, where ghosts can pass through walls, where are easy to defend but difficult to attack, and where are hard to guard against hidden arrows. They are so familiar with them as if they were back home!

Then, all nine guards of the palace joined the battle, commanding the warlocks to cooperate with the ghosts to divide the terrain and strangle the enemy together.

He himself shot out a rain of shadow arrows one after another like pouring water.

In this hellhole, he didn't need to consider any factions or morals. When he was short of mana, he would just grab the soul and suck it hard to replenish its mental strength and energy. He fought in a militarized way, just like killing monsters, with only numbers and opportunities in his eyes.

For a moment, wherever the black-robed sorcerer passed, the breath of annihilation was like raging waves, and dark ghostly shadows passed by like locusts.

It had not been long since Veronica fell into confusion and pain, but the beautiful scene she had woven with her imagination had already been torn open with a terrible scar.

The scar appeared simultaneously in her mental defenses, waking her up little by little.

...

Lightning Peak.

The weather here was sunny after a long time, and there was even a rainbow hanging in the blue sky.

The crimson mountaintop platform was filled with people, casting admiring and envious glances at the hero before them.

That's Olaf the Dragon Hunter.

He was standing on the head of a dragon, with the spear called Thunder piercing through the dragon's head.

He frequently struck domineering poses and smiled at the reporters below.

There were quite a few of the latter, holding boxes of wizard eyes and energy storage plates in their hands, trying to preserve this scene as a magical image.

Journalist is a new type of profession unique to Veritas, but all of these humans are wearing Macara's clothes, and there is no sense of incongruity at all.

This is obviously also a mixture of memories.

The most prominent among the reporters was the famous adventurer Ian Hoddle.

After all, he was too short, and he was shouting at the top of his voice:

"Don't worry, Olaf, my good brother! I have saved your most majestic moment and will publish it in the Ebony Town Daily. You will get 80% of the share!"

Olaf laughed loudly: "You are worthy of being my good brother!"

He didn't know why, but he thought the number sounded very pleasant.

It seems that's how it should be!

He jumped off the dragon head, walked into the crowd, and accepted their cheers and applause.

Suddenly, a discordant sentence popped up:

"Is this also called a dragon?"

At this moment, a line of dark purple characters appeared out of thin air and were blown in front of him like leaves.

Then it pierced deep into his heart.

"who!?"

Olaf looked around warily.

At this moment, someone patted him on the shoulder.

Olaf was shocked and stabbed with his spear.

At the same time, a magic circle with intensified gravity spread from under his feet.

However, the other party seemed to have predicted his behavior and just patted his head before leaping back and squatting on the dragon's head.

It was a strange man wearing leather armor, with scarlet light coming out of the eye sockets under the brim of his hat, and his face was tightly covered by a mask.

"What you hunted was just a young dragon. It's like an adult defeating a child and showing off your powerful strength. It's despicable."

"Dragonling? You said this is a dragonling!?"

Olaf was furious and jumped onto the dragon's head to confront the other party:

"The size of this dragon's scales, teeth, horns, and tail all indicate that it is in its prime. What makes you say it is a young dragon?"

He completely ignored the other person's peculiar way of talking, as if he had quickly adapted to it.

"If there is a dwarf in front of you, his mind is only at the level of a 12-year-old, but he has the physique of an adult, he is not an extraordinary person, but he is extremely powerful. And you defeat him with your wisdom, would you still think that you have defeated an adult?"

Olaf frowned slightly.

What the other party said sounds reasonable...

The dragon he killed seemed indeed stupid.

It’s not Olaf’s fault.

People cannot imagine things they have never seen - the so-called never seen means that they have never been exposed to the materials used to stimulate their thinking.

For example, the dragons described by the ancients may have come from animals such as deer, camels, snakes, eagles, and crocodiles.

If they had not even seen the latter images, there would be no portrayal of the dragon.

Similarly, all of Olaf's information about dragons comes from the marketing of the Veritas people.

It has to be said that the secondary creation setting combined with facts is more realistic.

Therefore, in terms of age and physical characteristics, the Veritas people strictly restored the true situation of the dragon.

But as for the rest, it's much worse.

The only dragon Olaf ever really came into contact with was the panicked Lady Buzzina.

Therefore, even if he imagined it, he could not make up a truly powerful, intelligent, and advanced dragon, but rather a huge beast like this.

This is when Teacher Xia found a breakthrough.

"Have you ever seen a real dragon?" Olaf asked.

"certainly."

Teacher Xia looked up at the clear sky.

"You'll see soon enough."