Gary didn't know what spiritual pulse was, but he could think of it... Fang Yu was talking about the eight energy core pulses absorbed by the Necromancer Emperor.
So... Fang Yu came here for the Undead Emperor.
"If you are talking about the undead that absorbs the pulse of the eight energy cores, it is the emperor of the undead tribe... but now, it is not in this castle." Gary said with a glint in his eyes, "Me too
I don’t know where it is currently, but it said it will return here tomorrow morning.”
"Tomorrow morning? I don't have time to wait so long." Fang Yu frowned.
The emperor of the undead tribe left the castle, apparently to refine the massive amount of spiritual energy he had swallowed into his body.
Fang Yu didn't know how fast the Necromancer King was refining, but what was certain was that the more time it was given, the less high-strength spiritual energy it would have left in its body.
Simply put, the sooner you find the Undead King, the greater the harvest.
Otherwise, it is very likely that the attempt will be in vain.
"I know you must have a way to find its location." Fang Yu looked at Gary on the ground, slowly raised his right foot, and said lightly, "So I will give you a chance to choose."
"Either, help me find its location. Or, I will crush your head."
Gary raised his head and saw the cold smile on Fang Yu's face, and felt a chill in his heart.
He knew that there was no way to delay time.
The man in front of him cannot be fooled easily, no matter in terms of strength or brains.
"For the sake of the future plan... I must save my life... Even if the King of the Undead is really defeated by him, I still have the same opportunity to counterattack an army." Gary thought to himself.
"How do you think about it?" Fang Yu slowly raised his right foot.
"I can contact the Undead King! I am willing to contact it and lock its location!" Gary said urgently.
Fang Yu took back his raised foot and said with a smile: "Then hurry up."
"Snapped!"
At this time, Bai Ran also flew in from the gap at the rear, just in time to see Fang Yu turn around.
"It's done. Let's wait a moment." Fang Yu said.
Bai Ran nodded and said with a horrified expression: "Mr. Fang, I just used my spiritual consciousness to explore. The situation outside the castle gate... is quite tragic."
"It's normal. The mob outside is no match for the undead." Fang Yu said.
"That woman took action, and she killed four of the undead outside." Bai Ran paused and said, "However, there were originally nearly two hundred people, but now there are less than fifty left."
Fang Yu knew that the woman Bai Ran was talking about was Zi Luo Lan.
With Violet's strength, it would not be a big problem to deal with those ten undead.
But Fang Yu didn't say anything. He was only concerned about the position of the Undead King now.
"How's it going?" Fang Yu turned to look at Gary, who was typing on the keyboard.
"I'm trying to lock its position, please give me two to three minutes." Gary glanced at Fang Yu and said.
…
Outside the castle gate, the originally snow-white ground had long been soaked in black and red blood, making it look extremely horrifying.
On the ground, there were a lot of mutilated limbs, minced meat, and even pieces of internal organs. The fishy smell was so strong that it was nauseating.
At this time, there were only five undead souls left, and they were still releasing huge suction power.
And in the air in front of them, a purple light flashed rapidly.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Violet's figure is like a ghost, her speed reaches the extreme, and she easily avoids the black liquid that is sprayed out from the mouth of the undead.
In the process, she and the five undead souls quickly became closer.
"call out!"
After dodging another blow, Violet came behind an undead on the left, stretched out her fist wrapped in purple energy, and hit the undead on the back of the head!
"boom!"
There was an explosion, and the undead let out a hoarse scream, and its entire body disintegrated into bursts of black gas, which floated away.
"There are four left."
Violet's whole body was exuding purple light, and her aura was rising steadily.
When they actually fought, the fear that was deeply imprinted in her memory was reduced a lot.
The person she is now is no longer the same person she was then.
Facing the undead, she no longer has to run away, but attacks!
The suction force they released was nothing to her.
"Captain Croy... Today, I will avenge you." A hint of recollection appeared in Violet's eyes, but the emotion disappeared in an instant, filled with cold murderous intent.
"boom!"
There was an explosion, and Violet punched the undead body next to her.
Another undead spirit collapsed.
The crowd at the rear, who were originally frightened out of their wits by the terror of the undead and whose livers and gallbladders were split apart, were struggling to hold on and barely resisted the suction force.
After Violet took action to deal with the six undead, the suction they felt was much reduced.
Looking at the war-god-like Violet in front of them, the group of people could only see shock in their eyes.
The dark list has not been updated for a long time, and Violet is still ranked third on the dark list.
But her strength... I'm afraid it has already exceeded her ranking, right?
It's really too strong...
Anderson, who was wearing a white robe, looked at Violet's figure, his eyes were not only shocked, but also filled with heat.
Only such a woman deserves him! She deserves the reputation of the Nord royal family!
He decided that after today, he must find a way to become friends with Violet!
"Count Anderson, should we ask for support?" A young man from the rear asked with a pale face, looking at the bright red ground in front of him.
Anderson turned his head and frowned: "The Necrons are almost finished, what kind of support should we ask for? Isn't this to let those who come later share our credit?"
"Earl... we actually don't have either..." Another young man hesitated.
Anderson glanced at him, his face twitched, and said: "As long as we come here, we can share the credit, and we will take most of it!"
"Because, we are the only ones present now, the Nord royal family!"
"Think about it, if word of what happened today were spread, would others believe that the leader of a killer organization wiped out the Necrons on his own...or would they believe that the team sent by the Nord royal family to wipe out the Necrons?"
After hearing these words, the eyes of several young people behind changed slightly.
Indeed, as long as they show up here today, they are winners.
What exactly you can get is not important at all.
For these royal members, honor is everything!
In the royal family, whoever accumulates more honors will be promoted faster!
It is a great honor to exterminate such a notorious existence as the Necrons!
But even so, they were still scared.
They don't want to stay in this place anymore!
The smell of blood in the air made it difficult for them to breathe smoothly.
"Earl, can we leave here first? Then..." Another young individual asked.
"How can we leave now?! It's time to prepare for the harvest!" Anderson glared and said.
"But..." The faces of the other young people were pale, and their eyes were filled with fear.
"Look at what you look like...you're just a disgrace to the Nord royal family!" Anderson cursed angrily, "Most of the undead have been eliminated, what are you afraid of?"
Seeing Anderson's anger, the other young people did not dare to speak.
Anderson snorted coldly and said: "I didn't ask you to rush forward and fight the undead. I did it for the sake of your youth! Now, just stand here quietly! Stop talking!"
Anderson was the most active person in coming to exterminate the Necrons this time, so he came so quickly.
Originally the prince decided to send another team, but Anderson fought hard and finally got this opportunity.
He is thirty-nine years old this year. The title of earl comes from his grandfather.
In the Western Region royal title inheritance system, titles can be passed down from generation to generation, but each generation will be lowered by one title.
If you want to improve your title, you can only rely on the accumulation of honors.
Anderson's father failed to do this, so the Anderson family fell from the top duke to the marquis, and by the time it was passed to Anderson, he was already an earl.
If this continues, the Anderson family's title will be stripped away in at most two generations.
This is unacceptable to Anderson.
Therefore, he is extremely eager to improve his title!
This time is the best opportunity.
He knows that the young people he brought are not very strong, but this is exactly his method!