MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 73 Legion of the Undead (1)

The queen sat on a high platform, overlooking the deep pit ahead.

The shape of the deep pit is square, not like a mine, but more like the foundation of a building. It's no wonder that the Perilla Manor was originally located here, but later the manor was burned down by a fire, and a large amount of ether crystal deposits were accidentally discovered underground, which turned it into a mine. The abandoned city of the manor was demolished and cleaned up, and the foundation was dug several feet deep, forming the deep pit in front of us. The radiant ether crystals covered the walls of the pit like a layer of ice crystals, so bright and dazzling that people couldn't keep their eyes open. Just such a pit is enough to drive all the countries in the world into madness.

Helen of Troy had sparked a ten-year war, but even that peerless beauty had to bow her head in front of these ether crystals. For these crystals, it is not uncommon for countries all over the world to fight for a hundred years. For today's ceremony, a wooden high platform was specially built beside the pit. It looks like a terraced stand on the side of the stadium. The topmost position with the best view belongs to Her Majesty the Queen. On the left and right sides of the queen sit Lord Perilla, mother and son. As the masters of this place, they should sit in the honorable position second only to the queen.

Lord Perilla was acting nervous, writhing in his seat as if he had a thorn in his ass. His mother was much calmer, at least on the surface, but she was holding a handkerchief tightly, and her white knuckles silently expressed her mood. On the seats under the high platform are the members of the Science Progress Committee. Some of them are important members of the two houses of government, some are cabinet members, some are celebrities, and some are rich and powerful. Without exception, they are the top people in this country. Everyone stared at the pit with greedy and longing eyes.

But the focus of their attention was not those shining ether crystals, but the hundred silver-gray figures in the center of the mine. That was the robot created by the committee - their undead soldiers. So much was produced in such a short period of time, even the queen was secretly surprised. The so-called "ribbon-cutting ceremony" was nothing more than a cover.

The committee will hold a occult ritual in front of her to imbue these undead soldiers with chapters. Of course, it's not a free chapter, but a smart one. The undead soldiers who have obtained Zhangzhi will become a tireless, painless and fearless army.

At that time, the whole world will fear them. "Where's Carter?" the Queen asked a commissioner at her feet.

He stood up immediately and bowed his head respectfully. "Carter got the news that some unscrupulous elements wanted to disrupt today's ceremony. He dealt with it in the past."

"What about the ceremony?" The Queen frowned.

"We can do that too."

"Hurry up, then. It's going to rain, I'm afraid."

Although a canopy was built on the high platform, the queen still hates rain. She was old and didn't want to sit and watch some ceremony in the cold wind and rain. She prefers a warm fire and a soft recliner—though it's far from her time to rest. "Of order, Your Majesty, I feel that the time is almost here. I will order the ceremony to begin."

The commissioner passed the order down. The six committee members at the bottom of the high platform got up and dispersed to six directions of the mine pit.

After leaving the awning, they were all drenched like rats, but they were not afraid at all, but ecstatic on their faces. Standing still, they held their hands high and began to chant the mantra. The queen sat up straight and stared at the pit.

Layers upon layers of ether crystals on the wall of the pit exude a strange light, the light is strong and weak at times, like a beating heart, pulsating continuously with the rhythm of the mantra.

The queen came up with a strange idea, these crystals are like living things, they seem to be part of some kind of living things, but they are presented in the form of crystals to human eyes...

Something invisible to the naked eye rose from the ground and hovered over the mine. Even a person like the queen who knows nothing about secret arts can feel the cold breath above her head. The thing was screaming silently, growling silently, scolding and cursing. They were captured, compressed, and stuffed into the bodies of undead soldiers. One of the soldiers' eyes suddenly lit up.

Two blue flames ignited in its eye sockets. The flame seemed to be able to spread, and soon, the eyes of the soldiers around it lit up. There was a startling low cry from the stands. The Queen unconsciously pulled out her small fan and hit her palm with the handle.

"...It can really bring soldiers back to life." Lord Perilla beside him whispered in half admiration and half awe. His mother just snorted coldly.

When the eyes of all the soldiers lit up, the six committee members who cast the spell lowered their sore arms. They were sweating profusely, and the sweat was mixed with the rain. They exchanged successful glances, each with a proud smile on their face.

They successfully captured the will hidden in the ether crystals for thousands of years, and injected them into the undead soldiers. They got the strongest army in the world, and the most loyal servants. The Forerunners are the closest thing to a god, and in some sense, they are gods. And now, gods are captured by mortals. They became the ones who ruled over the gods.

"Member," the queen said to the councilor at her feet, "since there are bad elements coming to make trouble, why not send these undead soldiers to deal with them?"

"The minister also has this intention." The committee member stood up and gestured downward.

Despite being drenched by the heavy rain, the six committee members in the mine also raised their hands and made the same gesture.

The undead soldiers turned around at the same time, moved in unison, climbed up the mine pit with the same pace, and trotted away. The queen was secretly surprised that even soldiers who had been trained for a long time could not be as accurate as them.

A loyal mind and a body of steel, plus the power to manipulate secret arts... Obtaining them is equivalent to obtaining this world. Is there anything in the world that she and the committee cannot easily obtain? But the queen has lived to this age, and gradually understands a truth: there is nothing in the world that can be easily obtained without paying a price. What price will the undead soldiers demand?

Lake House.

Mrs. Boyle is back. Her well-coiled hair was all loose, which made her look no longer a beautiful girl, but a sick man with disheveled hair. Just blocking Z's sword power made her stretched, not to mention that Yeats also manipulated secret techniques to contend with her. But she can't just admit defeat!

When Yeats summoned the ice crystals again, Mrs. Boyle deliberately released energy to detonate them. A large amount of ice fog filled the surrounding space, obscuring sight. Yeats used this trick to sneak attack her, but she can also use this ice mist in reverse! She used the wind to wrap the ice mist around her, and quickly left the battlefield. Z's hearing was extremely keen, and he immediately caught the sound of her footsteps and quickly followed her.

Mrs. Boyle fled into the ballroom. Here are four decorative armors. Just what she wanted, she was good at manipulating objects, now outnumbered, she needs more help. Z caught up with her, and chopped her head with a sword.

Suddenly, an epee stretched out obliquely, blocking Z's blade.

Under the command of Mrs. Boyle, the four heavy armors turned into four knights, surrounding Z in the center. The armor must be controlled by Mrs. Boyle at all times, and the movements are also very slow, but the advantage lies in its strong skin and thick flesh. Although it may not be able to subdue Z, it can at least be used as a shield. She also summoned many helpers in the theater last time, but unfortunately the fabric is flammable, and the opponent used fire attack, which made her lose. But this time it's different, the armored man of steel has nothing to fear! It was much easier to deal with the remaining Yeats. How can a fluffy young man compare his secret skills to creating harmony with a senior scholar who has studied mystical philosophy for decades?

Yeats chased into the ballroom, and saw that Z was wrestling with four armors, and the shadows of swords and swords dazzled people. And Mrs. Boyle stood aside calmly, pointing her vicious eyes at Yeats.

The poet immediately summoned ice crystals around him as a shield. Mrs. Boyle laughed and shot out streaks of energy that shattered the ice crystals. A large amount of ice fog gushed out, and the ballroom instantly became cloudy and foggy like the foggy capital of London.

"Mr. Poet, I respect your talent, and I can't bear to hurt a talent like you. Why should we confront each other with swords? Wouldn't it be better to cooperate?" Mrs. Boyle's figure shuttled through the fog, trying to delay time with conversation while gathering energy . Yeats looked indifferent, looking around for the figure of the female mystic. "If you didn't say this in Miss Madeleine's face, your persuasion might be higher."

"This is the secret technique of immortality. Don't you have any interest in it? You are also a mystic, and you have studied so deeply the mystical philosophy, so Ji will not understand? What exactly are we pursuing? The supreme power, Highest Glory... Eternal Life! Alchemists seek immortality by making Philosopher's Stones, other mystics by other means, and Ligeia's Art is one of them. I can tell this mystic as well You, let you share the joy of eternal life with me—you can even use this secret technique on the girl you love!"

Hearing "beloved girl", Yeats' expression changed slightly. Mrs. Boyle sensed this and giggled. "William Yeats and Led Gunn, young and immortal couple, you can be like the legendary Nicholas and Penelope, even death cannot separate you!"

"And then take two lives every once in a while and replace them with their bodies?" Yeats asked sarcastically.

"It's just a small price on the road to eternal life." Mrs. Boyle said lightly.

She had accumulated enough energy, and with a loud chirp, the power in her palm turned into a raging storm, rushing towards Yeats. The poet's ice crystal shield is as vulnerable as straw paper in the destructive storm.

Mrs. Boyle smiled with confidence.

Holding the bracelet sword, she walked towards Yeats gracefully, deliberately showing him her young and powerful body. She hoped that he would regret it in hell, such a good condition was placed in front of him, but he didn't understand Jane...

She raised her sword.

Suddenly, her arm could not move.

The same strange phenomenon also appeared once in the theater. At that time, she was supposed to burn those four people to ashes, but because of her momentary slowness, she was caught and blinded in one eye, and was defeated in embarrassment.

At that time, she thought that she was restrained by the opponent's secret technique. After all, the opponent is a night watchman, maybe he has some kind of secret that she doesn't know, which can temporarily block her actions.

But what about this time? She knew that Z did not know the secret arts, and she firmly believed that it was impossible for Yeats to master such advanced secret arts.

Who is hindering her?

She wanted to cut the poet's throat with a sword, but her body refused to listen to her orders.

This is...Madeleine?

Impossible, when she performed Ligeia's technique, Madeline should have died!

She should be the one who controls this body now!

An image of a girl appeared in my mind. Her slender arms wrapped around Mrs. Boyle's body like wildly growing vines, and boundless hatred and anger condensed on her youthful and delicate face.

"Are you crazy?!" Mrs. Boyle yelled at the girl, "If I die, you will die with me! This body will never be returned to you!"

"It doesn't matter!" the girl cried, "I trust you so much and admire you, but you only use me as a tool. I can't do anything now, but I will never let you hurt others again!"

"Idiot!" Mrs. Boyle yelled, "I am sharing eternal life with you, and you still don't appreciate it? Do you think you can appreciate the most profound and wonderful secret arts in the world? If not Me, you are just a country girl until now!"

"I'm a stupid girl, what are you?" Madeleine's eyebrows were raised upright, "You're just a selfish old hag who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

She had never talked back to Mrs. Boyle in her life. No matter what the mentor said, the girl accepted it submissively, like a well-behaved little white rabbit. That's why Mrs. Boyle chose her as an apprentice.

Now Xiaobaifang launched an attack on her with teeth and claws.

Mrs. Boyle was no longer able to control the four armors. They moved more and more sluggishly, like machines that were not working properly.

Z cut off the helmet of one of the armors with a sword, and the arm of the other armor, making a way for himself.

He bent over and rolled on the spot, passed through the gap between the armor, and stabbed Mrs. Boyle in the back with his sword.

He thought that the woman would definitely dodge, so the sword didn't use much strength at all. However, the opponent seemed to be frozen, and was pierced by his sword just like that.

Yeats widened his eyes, looking at the woman in front of him.

Her beautiful almond eyes originally shone with a cruel brilliance, like a bloodthirsty beast. But in an instant, it turned into a clear and bright green...

It reminded Yeats of the verdant mountains of Ireland.

The girl's soul never left her body, and regained control of herself at the critical moment.

Z's sword didn't hit her vitals, she was as immobile as a prey pierced by a shrike on a thorn, but she couldn't wish for death.

The girl's eyes lost their brilliance and turned back to Mrs. Boyle's cold and cunning.

"Why..." she opened her mouth, her teeth stained crimson with blood, "Why doesn't your body obey my control...it's impossible..."

Not only Z's body, but even her own body, she couldn't control it.

She once firmly believed that she had complete control over her work, and that she had been reborn through the body of a girl. But today, everything she believed in crumbled.

"Someone made a prosthetic for me." Z whispered in Mrs. Boyle's ear, and said in a vicious tone, "They erased your charm, wiped it clean, and there is nothing left."

"Ha...It turns out that there are other mechanics who are so good at secret arts besides me..." Mrs. Boyle grinned, her teeth were stained red with blood, as if she had just eaten raw human flesh, "But you are just From being dominated by me to being dominated by others..."

Z said coldly: "You have always lived in the dark, and you only use maliciousness to speculate on others, thinking that everyone is as despicable as you?"

"To live is to control everything...whether it's me...or..."

Mrs. Boyle stopped, and her cold eyes turned into field-like emerald green again.

Madeleine regained control of the body.

"I can't stop her for too long..." A trace of blood overflowed the girl's lips, "She will be back soon...!"

"Hurry up, poet!" Z yelled, "Give her an end!"

Yeats had never killed anyone in his life. He is a poet, not a warrior, and he fights with pen, not with gun and sword.

Madeleine's emerald green eyes were full of tears, but she was smiling: "Mr. Yeats, tell my brother...for Ireland..."

Yeats raised his sword and slashed across the girl's throat.

Warm blood spattered on his face. Z withdrew his sword, supported Madeleine's body, and gently lowered her to the ground.

The girl's throat was bright red, like delicate roses blooming.

Yeats lowered his head, half-kneeled on the ground, and supported his body with the blood-stained rapier.

His subliminal girlish eyes. "Surround her my beloved with your harmonious chorus, O mighty waves, winds, and fires, and sing to her, to lull her to sleep."

***

It rained cats and dogs. The lightning in the sky was like torches, like the wrath of the gods, and the rumbling thunder was frightening.

And the thunder light on the ground is not much less.

Carter's fingertips were lingering with lightning sparks, and one after another bluish-white light was thrown towards Xenophon and Mr. N like a whip.

With a white wand in his hand, Mr. N raises a wall of dirt. The plasma whip hit the earth wall, and the current was actually directly led into the ground.

Carter cursed, grabbed the ruby ​​necklace, and summoned Thunder again. He didn't believe that the night policeman could use the earthen wall to block himself airtight! As long as there is a slight gap, it is his victory!

There was the sound of flapping wings overhead. Carter raised his head, and a crow swooped down, pointing its claws at his eyeballs. He remembered Mrs. Boyle's tragic situation, and hurriedly withdrew the thunder light, transforming the energy into a secret shield.

However, as if the crow knew that he would do this, it passed over his head lightly, then transformed into a human form, landed behind Carter, and the backhand was a shock wave.

Carter turned the arcane shield to block Xenophon's shock wave, but Mr. N struck from another direction. He dealt with two people at the same time, struggling left and right, panting with exhaustion, and could no longer tell whether the drops of water on his forehead were sweat or rain.

"This is the strength of the mystics under the committee?" Mr. N sneered, "You have killed so many people and seized the mysteries passed down from generation to generation by so many families, and this is the result?"

Carter stared at him resentfully, as if his eyes were turning into a knife to stab his throat.

"It can only be said that we haven't killed enough." He spat.

Xenophon threw a throwing knife at his chest. Carter dodged with ease, but the flying knives suddenly transformed into a dozen of the same knives, which fell on Carter like raindrops.

"Just for this?" He asked through gritted teeth, "Just to seize the family secrets of the occultist's lineage, you killed so many people? Just for this?"

Carter threw out his plasma whip, knocking down the throwing knife. "The fewer people competing with you, the better, don't you understand this truth?" Carter smiled, "Our committee controls the center of the country, of course we must prevent other mystics from dividing our power in the same way .Then we have to get rid of them!"

"Then why keep those orphans?"

"They're great tools, aren't they? Loyal to us, worshiping the Committee like a dog worships his master. Have you ever had a dog, Nightman? If you have, then you know how we feel... "

"Bastard!" Xenophon roared and rushed forward.

"Don't be impulsive!" Mr. N reminded him.

Of course Xenophon knew. Carter threw the plasma whip in his face. The secretary expected that the night guard would definitely dodge, but Xenophon did not dodge, raised his civilized staff, and took the blow directly!

Carter rolled his eyes. Obviously he was manipulating the lightning, but when Xenophon caught the attack, he felt the impact instead.

Two people are fighting for the control of energy, and neither one is willing to admit defeat. When the duel between the mystics enters this stage, the competition is entirely about physical strength, perseverance, and proficiency in manipulating energy. Carter is confident that he will never lose to this hairless little bastard. However, for some reason, energy kept leaking from his body.

It's like grabbing a handful of sand from a desert where the wind is raging. As soon as you spread your fingers, the sand will flow away from your fingertips.

Mr. N rushed forward to help Xenophon, but the night policeman with black hair and yellow eyes gritted his teeth and shouted: "Don't come here! He is my prey!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the surrounding air was filled with the smell of ionization.

The last bit of energy was drained, and Carter could no longer maintain the arcane shield. Electricity invaded his body, like a ferocious snake, biting every cell in his body.

He couldn't help screaming. But it's not over yet. Xenophon rushed forward and drew a sword from the staff of civilization.

"This is for my father!" He cut off Carter's left arm with a sword, "This is for my mother!" He cut off Carter's right arm with another sword.

Carter knelt down, the dirty muddy water splashed all over his body, blood gushed out, and accumulated under his body into a small pool of blood, which was quickly washed away by the heavy rain.

Xenophon raised his sword and pointed it at Carter's throat. "This is for Irina." He pierced Carter's throat with a sword.

***

Duan Feizhuo walked through the wet and soft soil piled up with fallen leaves, and walked into the center of the woodland surrounded by oak trees.

More than a dozen men in black were firmly bound by nets woven by white hands. They were either pressed to the ground or tied to trees, unable to move. Their bodies gradually merged with the ground and tree trunks, as if the woods were swallowing them.

It was Z who thought of the strategy of leading the enemy into the oak forest. He proposed to ask the wives to come to "support". ("What support, you just want to treat people as tools!" Xenophon complained.) But the undead are not human beings, they cannot be inferred from human common sense, and they don't need to communicate with them in the same way as human beings, so this paragraph is very awkward. Just holding the mentality of giving it a try. If the wives are not willing to help, then they just have to grit their teeth and fight head-on.

Unexpectedly, he bet right.

The ghosts of the past lady's wives radiated faint light, illuminating the dark forest like bright lights.

"Uh, thank you." Duan Feizhuo said to the undead closest to him.

The undead turned to him, their well-formed eyes staring blankly at them all.

"This is our land," she said. "We're just guarding it."

Another lady continued: "An ancient and evil power has awakened."

Duan Feizhuo asked hesitantly: "Are you referring to the ether crystal buried underground in the manor? The will of the Lord of Light..."

The ladies just looked at him with indifferent eyes.

"Let's go. Go stop Robe."

"If he wakes up, the whole world will be destroyed in the flames, and then reshaped in the flames."

"Everything we loved will disappear and become something else we can't even understand."

Their words were esoteric and difficult to understand, but at least Duan Feizhuo understood that something was wrong at the mine. He turned to the other four and nodded at them. Without further words, everyone knew what to do.

Duan Feizhuo thanked his wives for the last time, and led the four of them out of the oak forest.

The ladies looked at their backs, and there was a ripple in their indifferent eyes.

As soon as he left the natural canopy made of oak branches and leaves, Duan Feizhuo was dazed by the torrential rain on the spot.

"Where is the mine?" Mr. R narrowed his eyes, squeezing out the rain that had seeped into his eyes.

Duan Feizhuo pointed to the fork in the road: "I remember going that way."

They walked along the damp country roads, and walked back and forth to the site of Jiala Manor. Duan Feizhi remembered that in the past, he could look at the magnificent main treasure of the manor from this location, but now there is nothing at the end of the field. thing. The mansion has turned into ashes. Was demolished. A new building was erected on the spot, which looked like a wooden grandstand.

Something was approaching them from that direction.

The ground beneath his feet rumbled like an earthquake.

But it wasn't an earthquake, instead it was like an army of thousands of horses galloping towards them.

Evangeline, who was tightly wrapped behind her back, gasped: "What the **** is that! What did they do!"

Mr. R and Ms. Q silently drew their weapons, and Ms. Acheson transformed the typewriter into a Gatling gun.

Duan Feizhuo took out the brass ring from his pocket and put it on his hand. This time he went all out and put rings on every finger of his left hand, and it was with great difficulty that he fully charged all five rings. If you've ever had the time to put rings on all your fingers, you know it's not comfortable. Normally, he wouldn't do that. But today he's here to fight, and he doesn't need comfort.

A line of steel robots walked in unison, and Duan Feizhuo thought for a moment that he was watching some science fiction movie. They have no weapons, and their hands are empty, but the steel and iron bones alone may be difficult to deal with.

"That's the undead soldier..." Ms. Q whispered.

"I'll help you suppress them." Evangeline lifted the veil covering her face, revealing a face that was so pale that it had no blood on it. She looked like a complete black and white painting.

Duan Feizhuo pulled out the sword from the stone, held the sword in his right hand, and drew runes in the air with his left hand, absorbing energy, and raising a secret shield.

Madam Q also protects them with a shield. Double protection can resist and deflect the vast majority of attacks in the world.

"Miss Acheson!" Duan Feizhuo shouted.

Miss Typist turned Gatling's handle, and the bullets blessed by alchemy poured out like an irresistible torrent!

Continuous gunshots hit Duan Feizhuo's eardrums. The ultra-high rate of fire of 1,200 rounds per minute can be said to be world-leading in this era, enough to overwhelm opponents.

At the same time, Mr. R raised his gun and fired. Unlike Miss Acheson, who was in charge of suppressing firepower, he was extremely accurate with marksmanship. Even though he had only a revolver in his hand, he made him look like a magic soldier, and every bullet could hit a mechanical soldier.

The undead army continued to advance against Gatling's firepower, and mechanical soldiers who were shot kept falling down. A mechanical soldier was hit by Gatling's bullets, and the whole thing was torn apart, but its stumps and broken arms automatically joined together. The fallen body slowly stood up and returned to its original shape.

"That...that's impossible!" Ms. Q was shocked, "Could there be a mystic repairing them behind the scenes?"

Duan Feizhuo's eyesight is better than that of the old woman. He could clearly see that there were no other people around the undead army. Fallen mechanical soldiers are self-healing.

He immediately drew energy from the ring, and raised a wall of earth on the path that the mechanical soldiers must pass. He wanted to see what would happen to these guys when they encountered obstacles. Will it be put on foolishly, or will it be cleverly bypassed?

As a result, both of his inferences failed.

With a loud bang, the earthen wall fell apart.

At the same time, the electric light rushed towards them with a gust of wind, and it was about to engulf five people, but it hit a transparent wall less than half a meter away from Duan Feizhuo.

The lightning scattered in all directions, like waves smashing against rocks.

At the same time, the secret art shield jointly created by Duan Feizhuo and Ms. Q also shattered, and the energy was lost in the wind and rain.

"Those undead soldiers can use secret techniques!" Ms. Q was so surprised that her voice became hoarse.

Duan Feizhuo's heart was beating wildly. In other words, what they are dealing with is not a hundred robots, but a hundred undead mystics with steel and iron bones!

"Ms. Q, remove the shield!" Duan Feizhuo shouted to the old woman.

"But…"

"I want to use 'that' secret technique!"

The old woman bit her lip, obviously reluctant. But the distance between the undead army and them is getting closer and closer, so they can only try this method.

She waved away the arcane shield. At the same time, Duan Feizhuo absorbed energy from all the rings, and injected energy into the ground.

The ground really shook this time.

A crack extended from Duan Feizhuo's feet towards the undead army. The crack gradually expanded, and the soil on both sides rose upwards, forming cliffs with a height of ten meters on both sides.

Then, the cliff collapsed in an instant, as if the whole earth had been turned upside down, burying the undead legion under countless rubble and mud.

Duan Feizhuo was panting heavily. The land in front of me seemed to have been bombed by planes. He had read this secret technique from a mysterious philosophy book in the trading house, but he had never tried it. According to the book, this secret technique consumes a lot of energy, and it is not suitable for precise manipulation type mystics, but more suitable for explosive mystics.

Duan Feizhuo belongs to the latter category. Mr Thales has also teased that he should join the artillery.

Miss Acheson stopped shooting, and the icy rain poured on Gatling's hot gun barrel, "hissing" and white mist rose.

"It's all... done?" asked Miss Typist.

"No... that's impossible..." Evangeline moaned from hell.

She seemed to have seen something appalling, and frantically scratched her face, her nails leaving bloodstains on her pale and beautiful cheeks.

The others didn't see anything, they just looked blank.

Duan Feizhuo frowned. Evangeline is a member of the Night Clan, so she may be able to see something invisible to human eyes. So he unfolded his spiritual vision and looked into the distance.

Wisps of golden smoke rose from under the mound where the undead soldiers were buried.

Farther away, on the former site of Perilla Manor—that is, above the ether crystallization pit, the same golden smoke curled up, and the number was even larger. If it wasn't for the sparkling smoke, Duan Feizhuo would have thought someone was having a picnic there.

Smoke gathered in the air, condensing into a golden cloud.

It was as if a second sun hung high in the sky.

"What is that, Miss Evangeline?!" Duan Feizhuo asked loudly.

Evangeline covered her face, showing a pair of desperate eyes between her fingers.

"It's the Lord of Light."

***

mine.

The queen stands on a high platform, holding a telescope.

She had a panoramic view of the battles that took place in the distance.

When the undead army was engulfed and buried by the stormy waves of mud, she put down the binoculars and turned to the committee members beside her.

"My lord, it seems that the undead soldier is nothing more than that." She said lightly.

The committee member's face was not very good-looking, but he still maintained a graceful demeanor. "The failure is only temporary, Your Majesty," his tone seemed less respectful at the moment, "the undead soldiers will recover soon. It's just a little bit of dirt, and they won't be able to stop them."

"Really." The queen was noncommittal, "Then I really look forward to it."

At this moment, a panicked scream came from behind.

"Look! Ether crystallization! The crystallization is...

The queen turned around. A group of committee members stared at the mine pit in bewilderment. The ether crystals that had condensed on the pit wall began to dissolve in the air automatically without anyone touching it.

Although the queen is not a scientist, she has attended school and studied physics. She knows that energy doesn't appear or disappear, it just moves from one place to another, from one form to another.

When the committee members held the ceremony just now, the ether crystals dissolved a little. The Queen understands that the energy they use to function as undead soldiers is stored within the soldiers.

But now? Where does the energy released after the crystal dissolves go?

A fist-sized crystal can make a steam airship soar into the sky. It is conceivable how powerful the energy is contained in it. There are countless crystals that have disappeared now, and the energy in them is probably enough to flatten a city, right?

Where did they all go?

"What the **** is going on? Didn't you say that this plan is foolproof?" A committee member cursed angrily.

"You ask me who am I asking? Didn't you vote for it when you voted?" Another member shouted.

"Where is Carter? Isn't he responsible for the development of the undead soldiers? Yes, he should be the one to solve the problem!" Some committee members were throwing the blame.

The queen was in no mood to hear them quarreling. Lord Perilla gripped his mother's arm nervously. The old lady leaned close to the Queen and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the situation seems to have changed now, do you want to find a safe place first...?"

Lord Perilla looked up at the sky, and suddenly opened his mouth, as if someone had stuffed a transparent ball into his mouth.

"Look at that thing... what is that...?!"

The female dynasty looked in the direction he pointed. In the cloud-covered sky, a pitch-black shadow swooped down from between the gaps in the clouds.

She raised her binoculars and aimed at the shadow.

What came into view was a ferocious monster, covered in black scales, with spikes on its back, a pair of bat wings fluttering behind it, blood-red eyes, facing the queen through the telescope.

The queen hastily put down the binoculars, her heart beating violently. It should be a coincidence, otherwise why would the monster look at her? Does it also know that it is being watched by her?

The queen forced herself to be calm. "Mrs. Edith, you are the hostess of this place. If there is any safe place, please introduce it to Lian."

***

Z and Yeats run at full speed in the rain.

The physical strength of the poet is not good enough, let alone compared to Z who has strengthened his body. After running for a while, Z left him far behind.

Z didn't have time to wait for him either. He must now rush to help the others. I don't know what dangers they will encounter on the road. Z even regretted staying to deal with Mrs. Boyle. He should let go of his personal grudges and go to the front line. Without his protection, what if his little bad thing gets hurt?

Two nasty people appeared in front of us