Something's wrong with my undead

Delmines.

There is a piece of open space protruding outward on the steep cliff, where the IV-6 outpost of the Cave of Thousand Souls is located.

There was a gap of more than thirty meters between the rock walls, and below was a bottomless fog.

Occasionally, a wandering soul would fly across the sky, causing the observer to break out in a cold sweat.

In the past, the observers and soul protectors here had to open up their camouflage and protective barriers to the maximum to barely resist the howling winds of souls from the depths, but today, not only were the lights on, which was unusual, but all the barriers were also closed.

"Do you think they can come back?"

An observer holding a spotlight asked cautiously.

"Since they are guests brought by Lady Veronica, I think there should be no problem." The soul protector next to him snorted coldly: "Although they seem to have no discipline at all, you saw how they cleaned up the cracks and evil spirits around them. This is definitely not the first time they have come to such a place."

After a pause, he added: "So just treat them as mercenaries. There's no need to treat them as teammates who need your back."

"That's true."

The observer felt a little relieved when he thought of the way those men were fighting.

A day ago, when Veronica brought four "weirdos" to Outpost IV, although they didn't say anything, they had some complaints in their hearts.

It is not a good idea to rashly add teammates in the Cave of Thousand Souls.

This is because the Ghost Lord Saviya, who is hidden in the deepest part, may extend his spiritual tentacles at any time, turning a new companion who is not understood by others into his own slave, and then gradually disintegrate the entire team from within.

Therefore, each three-person team here needs to work together for at least a year before setting off. Their greatest reliance is their familiarity with each other. They can detect any abnormalities in the first place and then purify the control over their teammates.

Saviya's control does not damage the soul, which is probably the only good news.

However, when these four weirdos came, they showed a different side from the others.

They had no intention of staying here, but took the initiative to attack directly...

One of them suddenly turned into a floating city, and then carried the other three people towards the evil spirits cruising outside the camouflage layer.

The soul protectors who were in charge of protecting the observers and the base were also combatants, and they almost jumped up in fright when they saw this scene!

He was even ready to rush in and collect the bodies of these four guys - if it was just about taking back the bodies, the evil spirits wouldn't care, as having the souls to feed on was enough for them anyway.

However, instead of dying, these people "cleaned up" the evil spirits flying all over the sky in a way that he couldn't understand.

It looks like cleaning up the falling leaves in autumn and the mosquitoes flying under the lights on a summer night.

The area around Outpost IV-6 has never been so clean. It's as clean as the base camp in the rear.

No, the base camp in the rear is not as clean as here - at least there are gentle allied dead souls there, and the barrier must be kept open to prevent being targeted by powerful evil spirits.

And here, for the first time in 21 years since its establishment, all camouflage and protective barriers have been closed, which is a novel and exciting experience for the people living here.

"Anyway, I should really thank them this time."

A shadow technician crawled out of the hole in the ground and stretched his body.

"The shadow essence that maintains the operation of the magic circle has not been channeled for redundant energy and impurities have not been removed for 21 years. This time, its life span can be extended by at least ten years!"

The Soul Protector was surprised and asked, "What? You put the Shadow Essence to sleep?"

"Don't be nervous, Sherman. Look around here. Apart from a few scattered wandering souls that can only be seen when the Eye of the Dead is activated, there are no evil spirits anywhere."

The technician came over and patted the young soul protector on the shoulder.

"That guy named V told me. He seemed to be very familiar with this device. He could tell at a glance that it had been operating at overload for many years. It would be scrapped in three years at most."

"Then you can't let the Shadow Essence go dormant!"

The soul protector shook off his hand and said seriously: "It will take at least three hours for it to automatically restart. If we encounter a soul tide during this period, we will be like a pile of fresh cow dung exposed in the toilet, instantly attracting countless flies!"

"Hahaha, Sherman, your metaphors are still so hardcore."

The observer joked, then looked at the technician and changed the subject: "By the way, he actually talked to you? If he wasn't holding a level 6 breath staff, I would have thought that guy was a puppet, his whole body was cold."

"he……"

The technician hesitated. "That doesn't count as talking. The characters of the common language appeared above his head, just like the reception puppets in the dwarven luxury hotels."

Observer: "Could it be that the other three are also puppets? Hey, Sherman, where are you going?"

Sherman said without even turning his head: "I need to build a temporary camouflage array to avoid any sudden crisis."

"Calm down, Sherman," the technician stepped forward and grabbed the stubborn guy. "Before I put the Shadow Essence to sleep, I conducted a large-scale detection. There is a dangerous evil spirit sleeping in it, so even if they want to do this, they can't do it. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Sherman's expression softened.

"I'm sorry, I should have thought of it earlier...I shouldn't have doubted you."

"Haha, you know how to apologize."

The technician patted him on the shoulder and didn't take it seriously.

The structure of Delmines is unique, with layers of curved rock walls wrapped around the core like eggshells. After so many years of hard work, the people of Nice have only penetrated three hundred meters inside, reaching the fourth layer, and established six outposts on this layer.

However, it was on this level that they encountered the "Soul Tide" that they had never seen before.

The evil spirits and ghosts flying all over the sky were like a tsunami, sweeping through every corner of the rock wall.

Those who don't have time to dodge will have their souls drained away in an instant, and even their bodies will decay and turn into ashes in an instant.

The first five outposts were destroyed one after another in this way, but the alarm was still sent out. The pioneers of Station 6 hid in the cave in time and tried their best to activate the barrier, and finally left behind a precious observation report.

Over the next 21 years, IV-6 was destroyed several times, but eventually they managed to take root here and came to the conclusion:

There are many evil spirit groups on the fourth layer, each managing an area.

Only when the leader is in a state of anger at the same time will the anger fill the entire layer, forming a violent soul tide.

However, the time that each evil spirit is enraged is limited. In most cases, they stay calmly in the narrow gap of the crack. In a few cases, they will become naturally angry, and in even rarer cases, they will completely enter the crack, which is called sleeping.

Evil spirits in a sleeping state cannot be disturbed.

Therefore, even if those four people wanted to cause trouble, they simply couldn't do it.

After putting their worries aside, they began to enjoy this rare and comfortable life in the outpost.

However, the comfort did not last long as they noticed that the air was a little depressing.

It was like a midsummer with leaden clouds all over the sky, so humid that water could be squeezed out.

A sense of uneasiness began to spread.

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded from a distance.

call--

call--

The sound gradually grew louder, followed by a cold and turbulent prelude...

green.

Endless, violent green.

It was like a huge, sticky wave that broke through the deep fog and rushed towards this tiny stronghold without reservation!