Something's wrong with my undead

Purple characters floated in the air, and Saviya's soul began to spasm.

His facial features seemed to be boiling with excitement, and it took a long time for him to calm down:

"How did you know?"

He asked with a serious look.

Teacher Xia threw the dagger containing Yitu's soul to him without saying anything else.

Saviya was stunned at first, then he fished out a part of strange but familiar soul essence.

Filthy, twisted, and dark.

This is exactly the same as his original form hidden deep within Delmines, but it is fundamentally different.

The difference is that he is a completely twisted aggregate, like a pile of loose sand, without any human form.

The soul before him seemed to be an originally pure person that had been polluted to this extent, thus retaining its complete "prototype".

Obviously, the latter came from the underworld.

His perception just now was correct, that was a crack connecting to the underworld.

But why does it feel familiar to him?

Facing his puzzled gaze, Da Huang spoke.

He struggled to type out a line of "human language".

"In fact, we are not puppets at all. We come from the underworld and are here for you."

Savia was struck by lightning and stood there in a daze.

Teacher Xia continued to pursue his victory:

"It seems you've forgotten everything, Xavier."

"Who taught you to modify the structure of Orgas's spells to steal authority three thousand years ago? Who has been eroding the barriers between planes and corrupting Valaser in the core area in the past three thousand years?"

"Have you forgotten who Xavier Rostaudun is!?"

This question was clearly silent, but it was like the sound of a huge bell, shaking Savia's soul.

Some past events were extracted from the chaotic memory fragments like peeling off silk threads.

He gradually recalled himself.

The doubts that had always lingered in his mind began to dissipate.

But what followed was a surge of anger in my heart!

"You lied to me! And more than once!"

...

Hearing this rhetorical question, all the players breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that things are just as they guessed. The plug-in that Savia suddenly obtained really came from the underworld.

Moreover, based on their understanding of the real Mr. Sa through countless missions, the tragic outcome is often caused by the person’s own extreme character such as greed, cowardice, tyranny, etc., and has little to do with plug-ins.

In other words, the plug-in that Xanatos gave to Savia might just be a slider to steal permissions, enough to help him change 49% permissions to 51%, or even more.

Who would have thought that Savia was such a greedy guy that he pushed it to 100%. Although he felt great, he also had to bear all the divine punishment.

He then pushed all the blame onto the underworld, buried his memories, and began to blame others.

This is truly a complete loser.

Whether in life or work, the key is to not be able to afford to lose.

"The underworld never lied to you."

The characters changed color, this time to a calm black flame.

The color alone looks quite rich.

Wei Dian Yuan: "The tragedy at the beginning has nothing to do with us. The current deception is inevitable. We will not be activated until we reach the depths of Ogas and reconnect with the underworld. Otherwise, we will be no different from the original puppets. The soul in your hand is the price you have to pay to activate us."

Savia said nothing.

He knew that there was a complete undead in the dagger, and it was seriously injured, and there seemed to be signs of purification.

What just came from the core of Ogas was not only the vibration of the rift, but also an aura that disgusted him. He thought that was Valaser's counterattack.

He was disdainful, or perhaps out of some sensitive self-esteem, unwilling to ask the other party about the whole story.

He would rather rely on his own wisdom to guess.

It was obvious that the Temple had also been deceived by the Underworld.

He knew that this kind of miraculous puppet could not be created by those stupid Nice people. Their fighting skills could only come from countless actual battles in their lifetime. They were top-level undead creatures, but they used certain methods to block the death aura.

When he thought about how those people in the Temple regarded real undead creatures as core technology like fools, he felt relieved and his anger at being deceived was greatly dissipated.

"You said you came here for me, what do you mean?" he asked back.

Wei Dian Yuan: "My Lord is still brooding over the failure of the past, and is angry at your failure to achieve anything!"

As soon as these words were uttered, the Northeastern man couldn't help laughing out loud, and then the other four laughed like pigs.

Fortunately, Savia couldn't hear any of this.

There was embarrassment and anger on his face, but he couldn't show it.

——If my real self were here, I would at least let you know the etiquette of talking to the king!

He thought angrily in his heart.

Wei Dian Yuan: "The Void Disaster is over. He doesn't want to wait any longer. He needs a complete you, an Ogas and Delmines that are completely under your control, to teach the people of Nice a lesson, so that we can carry out our plans in other areas."

"So, under the influence of many factors, we came here in a circle and were awakened deep in Orgas."

"Our mission is to help you widen the passage in the wall, so that your true body can enter here and completely conquer Ogas."

Savia couldn't help but clench his fists, but calmed down immediately:

"That female dragon controls all the authority of Ogas. How can I deal with her?"

"This system was created to avoid centralization and guard against the emergence of a dictator. So don't you understand? As long as you abide by all the rules, you can walk in front of her openly."

"As for her, she is now suffering from the rift and is living a life worse than death. Even if our presence alerted her, she would never have guessed that the fortress would be captured from the inside."

"After all, the two fences that are bothering you are not within Ogas's control."

Hearing this, Savia suddenly realized.

He explained why he had failed countless times in the past when trying to infiltrate Ogas. It turned out that these two barriers were not connected to Ogas's magic circle...

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated.

Firstly, the aura of the underworld cannot deceive anyone, nor can it be faked.

Secondly, he had already reached the limit of his patience and his heart was filled with a desire to destroy. The other party's request could not be more to his liking.

"Okay, I agree to cooperate with you."

……

At the same time, Heine, who was thousands of miles away, was checking with Loulton how the "electricity bill" he had accumulated in the past two months had been misappropriated again, and suddenly he felt a familiar fluctuation.

"Wait a moment."

He took out a buzzing bronze mirror, set up the barrier, and then poured his mental power into the back of the mirror.

The mirror has never been so excited, as if the boss is calling you desperately.

As soon as it was activated, a message with a thick red outline popped up:

"Emergency assembly!!!"

"What kind of mission is this? Could it be that the invasion of the underworld has also been brought forward???"

Heine was confused, but he quickly explained the situation to Loulton and others, and then locked himself in the meditation room.

This time he acted very carefully. Not only did he hold the bottle of anger in his hand, he also carried the bottle of the will of the god of war with him.

Although the latter is very resistant to entering the underworld, it is not impossible to bring him with the protection of Lingjin.

——This always gave Heine the feeling that he was stealing a dog.

Then, he lit up some calming incense, drank a bottle of sobering potion, made all the necessary preparations, and adjusted his state to the best possible state before slowly sinking his consciousness into the mirror.

A scarlet ghost that had never been seen before was hanging in the air. When it saw him coming in, it flew in a certain direction.

Heine hurried to follow.

He touched the wallet-sized bump on his waist, like a cyst on the surface of tree bark.

The will of the God of War was trapped inside, and it was slightly hot.

The source of the heat was the red version of the ghost in front of him.

"Could it be that this thing is related to the power of the God of War?"

Heine stared at it for a few seconds, and found that his emotions were being infected, so he quickly put away his distracting thoughts.

This red ghost is indeed like a "violent version of my Kara". Not only does it easily make people belligerent and irritable, it also flies very fast.

With his soul strength disguised at level five, he would have to use almost the maximum speed to catch up.

The spiritual earth beneath his feet accelerated his speed, and his soul in this plane instantly traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers.

But the further north he went, the more he felt confused...

Where has this come from?

We have already passed the location of Yati Town, right?

Soon, Heine's doubts were answered. He saw an acquaintance waving at him.

What the hell, Collins?

Although he knew from Fox Shadow Loxian that this person was transforming into a lich, he was still surprised when he saw him in person.

He looked like Voldemort with a body as big as Hagrid's - a muscular body, a thin and flat face, and scarlet eyes flashing with cruelty, but when he saw Heine, his eyes suddenly became kind and the red light was restrained a lot.

"I heard it from Lothian."

As soon as he met him, he greeted him, "Thanks to you, otherwise he would have been killed by that bitch Melvin!"

Heine maintained his aloof personality, nodded coolly, and said in a cold voice: "I am just telling the truth. He is smart enough."

"You're still like this." Collins shook his head and sighed, but immediately said seriously: "By the way, he asked me to remind you that you have been discovered by the local Gittier, but they don't seem to be planning to take action against you in the short term."

"what?"

Heine pretended to be shocked, his face wavering, and finally his eyes fell on Collins.

The latter seemed to know what he was thinking immediately and shook his head, saying, "Your merits are not enough to exchange for such a promotion. My friend, it is better for you to stay in Macara first. We really need a smart guy like you to keep an eye on that place."

Heine instantly understood why he was so popular.

It's not about how strong his personal charm is, but that he can contribute quite crucial intelligence without taking up any resources.

This information can be converted into merit for Collins, Loxian and others, but it won't lead to his promotion to overshadow them.

My brother has a hard life, but it doesn’t affect my driving a Land Rover.

These are textbook brothers!

No wonder a sixth-level wizard like Loxian calls him "senior" all the time. He is indeed the one who inherited Collins' mantle.

Perhaps feeling that his words were a bit too much, Collins leaned over and patted Heine on the shoulder, comforting him:

"Don't worry, those Gittiers won't do anything to you. Since they kept you, they must want to exchange you for something. During this period, it will be enough for me to get enough merits for you, such as this opportunity."

Heine looked around.

In front of me was a rather spacious open space with cracks all over the ground, covering an area about the size of two football fields.

A pale light shot out from the gap, and the beam became stronger as it moved towards the center.

The surrounding area was filled with all kinds of undead creatures.

There are giants like Chirrut, liches like Collins, and many ghost knights, nightmares, evil spirits and wandering spirits.

The more powerful the creature, the more empty spaces there are around it, while the weaker monsters just huddle together quietly.

But whether it is the giant, the lich or the ghost knight, none of them is as strong as the elite creatures such as Chirrut and Nanmen that Heine has seen.

With his perception, he could tell that a level six lich like Collins was the best among these creatures.

This fits his definition of the "Scourge of the Undead" very well.

It’s about quantity, not quality.

If the "talents" in the underworld all come from the real world, then such a "talent shortage" is not difficult to understand.

After all, that's the nature of the real world.

Due to the lack of war and the fact that conflicts between countries are not sharp, all countries lack cutting-edge combat power.

——This is what Huihui said, meaning that the initial NPCs were all very weak.

Although they are of high level, when players get close to them or even surpass them, they realize that these guys are trash.

The situation improved slightly later when various conflicts broke out.

...

Heine retracted his gaze and asked curiously, "What are you going to do this time?"

"Dermines, that is, something went wrong in a large underground ruin northeast of the Nice people."

Collins sneered, "The whisperer stationed there disappeared without a word, and the soul-binding chains did not send back any feedback. It is obvious that the old woman of the Alianko family did something."

Heine's heart was pounding when he heard this.

The old woman in the Alenko family refers to Aunt Veronica, who did do something - she brought four skeletons from McCalla.

Last time, Da Huang and the other three came back with the Root and reported their findings in Delmines. They returned to the Cave of a Thousand Souls in order to completely resolve the troubles there.

Therefore, he had no doubt that it was the players who did it.

It can be said that except for the details, Collins's solution ideas were all correct, but the results were completely wrong.

"Then what should we do?" Heine pretended to be confused: "Like the incident in Yati Town? But didn't we fail that time?"

"We will learn from the lesson of that failure." Collins explained proudly: "Dermines' Ghostly Lord is our trump card left there. He is a fusion of evil spirits, so he has no 'desire to survive' like other creatures. Once he feels extremely insulted or defeated, he will completely give up himself."

Heine's heart tightened.

It’s over. Will Savia explode when he loses? ? ?

How could this be?

He asked hurriedly, "How can there be such a person? Aren't people who self-destruct usually tortured by others?"

"'Human'? You overestimate him." Collins sneered: "A normal person, no matter how embarrassing the situation is, will always give himself a way out and comfort himself. This is not self-deception, but subconscious self-help - you are not so rotten that you need to kill yourself, so you don't have to fall into self-loathing and have a tendency to self-destruction.

“But the evil spirit complex won’t.

“He himself is a collection of countless evil spirits united by a single, most powerful will, and that’s why he calls himself the Lord of Ghosts.

"Those evil spirits are lackeys who curry favor with the powerful and are extremely flattering. However, once that powerful mind shows weakness, makes mistakes, or makes a fool of itself, and believes so from the bottom of its heart, without even the possibility of denial, those evil spirits will instantly ride on its head and humiliate, suppress, and torture it to the utmost.

"They need to use this method to grab the emotions emitted by the other party when they are in despair. The taste is damn sweet... This greedy desire has no end in sight. It will continue until the thought has no way out and is completely driven into a dead end, and then drag everyone else to die together."

Collins looked at the calm "lake" in front of him.

"Just wait, Savia will not let us down."