Something's wrong with my undead

Ogas.

“You lied to me!!!”

The bruised and battered Saviya let out a deafening roar, sounding extremely aggrieved.

His current situation perfectly fits Collins' description. He is extremely angry and is only one step away from giving up on himself.

He followed the player's instructions and condensed his soul to a level almost the same as Valaseel's, then crawled in through the dog hole that Alan had left in the wall.

And twice.

But in his opinion, it was all worth it because he finally walked into the control center he had been longing for.

However, what was waiting for him here was not the weakened Valaser, but the Dog Authority who had completed the purification and was full of resentment and anger!

This is the spiritual plane, where the competition is about the strength of the soul and the quantity of soul quality.

Although the players' soul fire is only at level six, they are not stupid enough to go head-to-head with Savia. High-level skills are much more useful than simple soul strength.

Add to that the buff provided by Valaser, wouldn't it be easy to deal with Savia, who has not yet turned into a boss and whose strength is less than one percent of his prime?

In fact, this battle was so simple that it made everyone a little bored.

The Northeastern people prepared so many countermeasures, but they didn't expect that the spirit of the code staff couldn't even write code. It was just a big evil spirit and had no desire to fight.

What a bummer!

...

"They did deceive you, Xavier."

Valasir landed in front of him, looking him down.

Although she felt that the guy in front of her was a little strange, the twisted feeling was exactly the same as that of Savia himself.

"When you deceived and enslaved Odd, you smugly declared that conspiracy was also part of strength. Idiots should reflect on themselves. Why, now that it's your turn to be the idiot, you can't accept it?"

"Varathel!!!"

Savia looked at her with resentment. Humiliation and anger made him tremble all over and his soul spasmed.

But suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, stopped trembling, and grinned:

"Yes, that's right, you won, Valasir, it seems that you really won...but what did you win?

"You are just like me. You have lost everyone. Even the outside world has completely forgotten you. Can you return to Dragon Island in this state? No, they will not accept a monster like you.

"So, can you return to the Shadow Temple? Of course not, they won't accept you, because the people of Nice now have more civil servants than before, and they are even less likely to accept Ogas. Instead, they will try every means to kill you...

“More importantly, you had Alan with you before, but what about now?

"Admit it, you and I have been abandoned by the times, but you are different. I have seen through all this a long time ago. I have enjoyed hatred and anger for three thousand years. I have seen through the true face of the Nice people from the beginning!

“But you didn’t!

"You are still like a fool, guarding something that has nothing to do with you alone, hahahaha..."

Saviya burst into hysterical laughter until Alan's voice came from the side:

"Now I can still be with her."

He turned his head sharply to look at Alan, his soul melting like a wax figure, just like the spirits he had disintegrated.

His facial features became distorted. "No... Impossible, you are clearly dead! You and that little girl from the Alianko family died in my soul storm together with Lei Xiting. How is it possible!

"You must be an illusion, right? You are an illusion created by this bitch to deceive me! Hahaha, stop deceiving yourself. Do you think this can relieve the loneliness in your heart? Why don't you consider me? I am the only one who comes from the same era as you..."

"What the hell -"

Lightning suddenly flashed from Alan's body, and he was about to rush over and fight with the other party. Teacher Xia was quick-witted and put on a layer of shadow cloak and then stepped forward to hug Alan:

"Forget it, brother Ji, forget it, it's not that bad, it really isn't that bad!"

After all, Alan is just a firewall, it would be bad if he rushed forward and got killed.

The remaining few people also hurriedly took action, controlling who should be controlled and attacking who should be attacked, making Savia howl like a pig being slaughtered and having no time to continue swearing.

However, nothing they did was as good as Valaseer turning into a human form and gently hugging Alan.

She said nothing, but it seemed like she said everything.

If Teacher Xia hadn't been holding Alan's legs, this scene would probably have been even more interesting.

However, he turned invisible at the speed of light, allowing the entire scene to be presented in front of Savia.

Time seemed to stand still, and Saviya's struggle also stopped.

For him, he simply defined a king's bad habit of "possessiveness" as a virtue to flaunt his own kingly status, so he had to prove his identity by conquering and possessing everything.

To him, it didn't matter who Valasel really loved. Even if she was hugging a skeleton affectionately now, he would be broken.

However, this action also proved that the person in front of him was Alan.

This proved Savia's undoing.

At least he failed to kill the other person back then.

This understanding became the first brick to be washed away when the mountain torrent broke through the dam.

Savia's psychological defenses began to collapse.

With his amazing wisdom, he quickly thought of more possibilities -

Odr didn't die, Anasta didn't die, Lei didn't die, and the other souls who should have been killed didn't die.

They are all alive, no, they are all back!

His soul quickly dissolved, and his "subjective consciousness" lost its dominance. The consciousnesses that he dissolved appeared one after another, echoing in the depths of his soul in the form of "heart voices" -

"I've never seen a king as defeated as you!"

"Utter waste!"

"You are the biggest clown!"

"You might as well just die!"

"You might as well have died under God's punishment!"

He couldn't tell who was who. He only knew that the consciousnesses that had been subservient and fawning on him in the past had rebelled one after another and began to rush to attack him, humiliate him, and divide up his soul.

The distorted negative emotions began to deepen, and his thoughts slid towards the most negative direction...

Soon, the Northeasterner was surprised to find that his ninth-level banishment technique had failed for the first time in history.

The target actually solved it himself?

President Sa: "Brother Wei, is this some kind of variant of the banishment technique? This light doesn't look right to me..."

Wei Dian Yuan: "It's indeed wrong, it seems... it seems to be ineffective?"

Teacher Xia: "That's impossible. It would be fine if he had locked it from the beginning, but it's been locked for so long, how could he unlock it?"

Da Huang suddenly asked, "Try to lock on to the target. How many targets are there?"

Wei Dianyuan raised his hand and threw nine shadow arrows out like a bundle of firewood.

"What the hell?" He was so confused: "I only released it on him!"

Da Huang: "What? He's split? He's a softie, not a human?"

Wei Dianyuan suddenly said: "I remember now, the Savia in the code staff can split, he is not one person, those small black squares are him, he is a multi-threaded core!"

In an instant, Dahuang thought of countless monsters that could split - water elementals, sea elementals, giant creatures of various colors, and multi-headed snakes.

These splits only increase the number. As for the evil spirits' self-splits...

Da Huang said anxiously: "Something is wrong, we have to run! The next step for the evil spirit to split is to self-destruct, this place is finished!"

The four of them made prompt decisions and divided the work among themselves.

President Sa and Wei Dianyuan launched an attack on Saviya together - the pressure from the outside can effectively slow down the speed of the evil spirit's self-destruction, which is jokingly called "delaying the self-destruction reading" in the game.

This kind of reading bar is not a clear spell and cannot be interrupted, but if the output is sufficient, it can kill the evil spirit directly before it self-destructs, which can be regarded as a kind of interruption.

Teacher Xia stepped forward to separate the two people who were still clinging to each other, told them the seriousness of the situation, and advised them to give up everything here and hide in the dagger first.

What about rhubarb?

Dahuang was the first to run away!

He was the first to leave the inner world, woke up outside, and told the Nice people Delmines stationed on the fourth floor that things were going to change and asked them to be prepared.

Although Valasir and Alan were shocked by what Teacher Xia said, and even found it a little unreasonable, the fighting power and dominance over Savia shown by the four of them before had already explained a lot, so they entered with another clean dagger with the idea of ​​"giving it a try".

Maybe there are many melodramatic factors behind the two people's behavior - such as it doesn't matter where they are as long as they are together - but at this time, the brothers have no time to complain.

"Let's go!"

Teacher Xia turned around and yelled at the other two who were still attacking fiercely:

"Stop being so rude, stop being so rude. The damage done to you won't count after the battle is settled!"

Only then did President Sa and Wei Dianyuan stop attacking and left with him.

In the real world, almost as soon as the soul fires of the three skeletons lit up, a soul-shaking wave came from the depths of Delmines.

Several low-level warlocks present were even shocked to the point of passing out.

"It's over." Da Huang said dejectedly, "This is all ruined, my Ogas..."

Teacher Xia: "It's okay, at least we rescued the person."

Da Huang: "Can we communicate with them now?"

Teacher Xia tried it and found that the souls in the dagger were all sleeping, and the feeling was different from before.

Strictly speaking, the real bodies of Valaseel and Alan are a firewall and the Ogas system respectively. Both are "systems themselves", but their consciousness is more like that of operators.

It was as if Macalla was about to explode and was unable to save the tree of Quercus. He only broke off a branch that contained its consciousness and took away some soil. It seemed that he could only wait until the transplant was successful and a sapling grew before he could make any plans.

Teacher Xia was explaining this with gestures and complaining about the small memory of his dagger, when Wei Dianyuan suddenly said:

"After being bombed by Savia, it's not a big deal that my code staff is gone, but what if the underworld attacks? Isn't this giving the underworld a base in advance?"

President Sa: "Not really. Wasn't Valasir reinforced after it recovered?"

Da Huang: "Even if she reinforced it, there's not enough time for the cement to dry. Will it really work?"

As if to verify their guess, Veronica flew in from the terrace.

"Something serious has happened."

Aunt said with a serious expression.

……

"Look, isn't the door open?"

Collins pointed at the huge whirlpool in front of them and said to Heine.

Just now, just like Liu Maoxing opening the lid of a dinner plate, Kucha suddenly burst into white light, and Heine almost heard the background music of the Great Wall.

Collins: "Look, they really did kill Savia, and his death was exactly the way I imagined."

"What should we do next?" Heine asked.

He didn't feel anything unusual, which meant that the player was either not at the scene or was not affected.

It's always a good thing.

"You are going to stay here, with them."

Collins pointed to several other necromancers who were wrapped as tightly as Heine.

"You are recruited from other regions in the form of souls, and you cannot pass through this gate to the underworld to the real world. We are going to build a new base here, and we must reinforce this rift. Your assistance is indispensable. Hilda, I leave him to you."

A slim female necromancer walked over, with a hint of impatience in her eyes.

But not against Heine, but against Collins.

Wait, Hilda?

Heine suddenly remembered this name. When Huihui traveled through time, the two traitors who had been lying in ambush in the Institute of Truth were Collins and Hilda.

In other words, they were colleagues, but now Collins has been promoted...

No wonder there is dissatisfaction.

At this time, Collins leaned over and whispered to him: "Hilda is an elegant lady in Veritas and is still single. Remember to please her. This may be your next stop."

After saying that, she winked at him.

Why do necromancers also like this?

Heine nodded stiffly, as if he was extremely reluctant.

Collins left with a big laugh, and with a wave of his hand, the undead around him that had been waiting for a long time rushed into the crack all at once, like duckweed being washed into a sewer.

And such duckweed is still gathering from the black mountains and fields in the distance, as if in an endless supply.

Delmines should be on guard...

Heine thought.

"Are you Gray?"

Hilda's cold voice interrupted Heine's thoughts.

"It's me." Heine responded in the same way.

"I heard about you from Lothian." Hilda said quickly: "You are very smart. I hope you know why Collins treats you like this."

Why is the Necromancer also into this? ? ?

Heine was shocked!

He once thought that the necromancer was a pragmatic person, but he didn't expect that even after converting to the underworld, he still couldn't escape this set of unnecessary social interactions.

"If you want to know something, I'll tell you." He responded: "There's nothing to keep."

Hilda's eyes indeed became much gentler.

"You are indeed very smart."

What is the difference between you and him...

Heine was speechless.

Hilda did not ask immediately, but took him to greet several other necromancers.

Heine learned that these guys were all from the Ash Front. Unlike the mages he had met before, these guys immediately made him feel like a good match.

It was like returning to a burial ground.

Their eyes are not dull, but they will stare at you for a long time, very sharp, very offensive, and very unfriendly.

But Heine knew that it was not their fault, because whether it was offensive or friendly, it was all normal people's self-behavior adjustment, and the necromancer whose sanity had been eroded by death for a long time was not a normal person at all.

After they got to know each other, Hilda began to lead them to reinforce the rift.

She took out a new set of magic circles for them to learn, and then gave each of them some black seeds.

"This is the Withered Nether Seed. It is used as a node in the magic circle and is the most basic unit for solidifying large rifts."

Heine planted the seed as she instructed, and without any follow-up work, it automatically grew into a thorny plant as tall as a person.

The plant is like a bound person with his hands raised above his head, reaching desperately towards the sky, with sharp thorns growing all over his body.

As the seeds were planted one by one, the magic circle gradually took shape, and Heine had an inexplicable strange feeling.

This seems to be somewhat similar to Mackala's totem technology...

No, it should be said that it is more mature and more efficient.

Don't you have to learn this?

Heine quickly came to a somewhat neurotic buddy. He had long seen that this buddy wanted to slack off and was working listlessly. If Hilda hadn't been watching him, he would have probably given up.

"Let me help you." Heine offered.

Each person is responsible for a different module, and the magic array is very complicated. It is far easier to ask for a "task log" from him than to just look at it.

Even though this guy's eyes were dull, they brightened up visibly at this moment.

Although he did not try to hide the fact that he looked at Heine as if he were a fool, he still honestly inserted his finger into his temple.

He stirred it vigorously, then pulled out a thin gray thread and handed it to Heine, then stuffed a handful of seeds into his hand, and without saying a word of thanks, turned around and ran away.

This method of "extracting memory" is really hardcore...

Heine took the thought and tapped it on his temple.

Now his soul strength can easily offset the pollution of these soul qualities, and he no longer needs to pretend.

As the soul essence was absorbed, the node distribution and layout of this part of the magic circle appeared clearly in front of Heine.

very good!

Mission progress: 1/6.