"So careless, so careless! Why didn't you check the underground sewers?"

At Osgilia, the base camp of the undead creatures, Squall sighed in a tone of hatred: "The idiot emperor also used the sewers to conduct a raid. This time is simply a replica of that time. As an undead creature,

How can you take it lightly?"

"I was too nervous at the time and considered all the possibilities, but ignored the sewer." Nave lowered her head: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't make excuses."

"Forget it, it's all over. Besides, aren't you all fine~~~?" Wuyi groaned and sat aside, enjoying the snacks. Of course, he put an air purifier here.

Magic, otherwise he wouldn't want to sit with undead creatures.

On the 18th (actually yesterday), after gaining Aialotis almost without bloodshed, Commander Neve quickly lost the city. However, no soldiers warned her at that time that there might be hidden dangers in the underground waterways.

In the history of mankind, there are many deeds of small people who discovered major enemy situations and helped their motherland to reverse the war situation; but in the history of undead creatures, there is no trace of such deeds. The intelligence of intermediate undead creatures is about the same as that of a seven-year-old child, but it is worse than that of a seven-year-old child.

Children lack curiosity and sensitivity. They regard many things as meaningless or unimportant, so they naturally don't pay much attention to them, so they will not act spontaneously without receiving orders. No undead king will be so naive.

I hope the people can remind themselves. From a certain perspective, the King of the Undead does not like dictatorship, but has to choose dictatorship.

With a master-level player responsible for chasing and killing, and an invincible army of golems, Neve had already made the decision to disband. She just hated her own slowness and stupidity, which caused her to lose another battle.

Fortunately, luck is on the side of the undead creatures this time.

After destroying an enemy headquarters with a blameless moan ("What the hell, which one is real?"), the thaumaturge came back bored, happened to see the Liberty First Class cabin, and started fighting again, saving Neveu.

One life. And the arcane golems that were fighting with many of their kind were luckily not killed by concentrated fire, because most of their kind went straight out of the city after receiving the order from the bald eagle. According to Squall's guess, it was Fran who was a hundred miles away.

Kat shared the pressure.

In the evening, the creature players took over Aialotis, which shows that Frankie did not completely block the opponent's footsteps. At present, only Frankie may not be "good".

Squall snapped his fingers: "At this point, it's useless to think about it any more. Let's go to war. Apart from war, we have nothing else to do."

Schroeder Bray, who had not interrupted until now, beamed: "I just like your personality!"

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In a secluded corner of Osgilia...

The arcane golem was sitting on the ground, putting the magic cannon aside. The alloy box - the "militant" was dancing six or seven mechanical arms to repair the damage to it. Three ordinary golems were sitting around it, in a shutdown state.

state.

"The structural adjustment is completed, and the energy rod is inserted." With the sound of gears grinding, a small-arm-long, sealed oblong stick was inserted from the back of the arcane golem. The shell of the stick was made of dark red alloy. When the stick was

The safety lock is stuck, and the metal plate on the arcane golem's back is closed, revealing only a small airtight slit. Blue light flashes in its eyes, as if it is tasting something: "Confirmed as usable energy, no adverse reactions, remaining energy

51%, it can support standby status for 30 days and combat status for 5 hours."

If anyone who studies golems sees this scene, they will be surprised. Golems have a fixed body structure, a fixed thinking circuit and a fixed mode of action. In terms of freedom, they are larger than undead creatures and alien creatures.

It may not be as good as it is, but the arcane golem is an alien species. Its personality is generated by itself. There are no "three laws of golems" imposed by the manufacturer (Fermat did teach it some common sense), and it can judge things by itself.

It's broken, and you can even choose parts to repair it for yourself! Its body structure is slowly changing, something Fermat never expected!

"I really...envy you. Your combat power and rank are higher than mine." The flesh-colored humanoid leaning against the wall said. "Embryonic Body No. 3", this is its name. Because it can communicate with soul wavelengths, it simply

It didn't change its mouth. It just folded its arms, with a hint of sadness in its tone.

"You can do it too." The arcane golem said with relief, but unfortunately its flat voice was unconvincing. Its previous name was "Embryo Body No. 2".

"It's over. The road has come to an end. There is no potential to be tapped." The other party said.

Embryonic body is the Twilight Empire's name for the aggregate of corpse cells. In the past, they were regarded as priceless treasures; now, the only remaining "embryonic body No. 2" has been almost forgotten, even by its breeder, Waterboro Cullen.

It has also become less important. War is cruel, capable people will be reused, and those who are not outstanding enough can only be reduced to second- and third-rate roles. Now, "Embryonic Body No. 3" can only be mixed in the army.

, it can no longer function as a frontal breakthrough.

"I'm so useless," said the Forgotten One.

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ah……

When the bald eagle finished yawning, he found that there was another person in front of him, and said hello: "You are finally here."

"Good morning, something delayed me. Isn't it too late? The road in Astanto is very complicated."

This man spoke Japanese English, and the bald eagle knew that he was actually a Japanese-American. His clothes were ordinary, just a blue suit and a blue hat, and he could be seen on any factory assembly line.

There were many people dressed like him on the street; his face was unremarkable, even a little dull, dull, and there was no special look in his eyes; his white-gloved hands seemed to not know where to put them, and they were wringing for a while.

In front of him, sometimes behind him; his breathing is very steady, once every two seconds, once every two seconds. He is the only life and career god of the "Gospel", an inventor's treasure bag with the title of "Almighty Hand".

Baobao Bag's expression was serious, but the corners of the Bald Eagle's mouth twitched a few times and he couldn't help but laugh: "No matter how many times I hear it, your accent is still so funny."

"I've tried my best." Baobaobao scratched his head seriously: "Well, where do I need to decorate?"

"I said, you don't want to be with me..." The bald eagle raised his right hand and made a "walk" gesture with his index and middle fingers: "Just walk to the destination like this?"

"What's the problem?"

"I think I will be killed by the leader as soon as I walk out of the resurrection point." Bald Eagle spread his hands.

"It is indeed possible, but it must be based on the premise that he does not need 'powerful concealment powder' or other assassin auxiliary supplies." Baobao said calmly: "Now, let's go."

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After continuous wars, the ecosystem of the Corpse Wetland has been completely destroyed, and its biological density has long been reduced to a number that even children can read. As the temperature continues to drop, this situation has worsened. Water resources have continued to decrease.

, exposing the dry and hard soil, severely destroying the already rare animals and plants. If you want to continue to survive in this environment, you need to frantically seize all available nutrients.

In a forest, a sound continued to sound, sometimes as fine as rain hitting plantains, sometimes as crisp as a porcelain bowl falling to the ground. You must know that making noises in the hidden and dangerous woods will attract hungry predators, but there are all around

It was extremely quiet, and nothing dared to disturb the source of the sound. A suffocating, depressing atmosphere spread along with the sound, shrouding the forest tightly.

The source of the sound was Frankie, who exuded a ferocious aura. It squatted on a huge piece of metal debris and was only focused on eating. It was not even interested in listening for suspicious movements. It was chewing the body of a female player.

Rude, but he ate it carefully, leaving no residue at all, including the weak soul.

As we all know, the soul of every living thing has a fixed value. As the years go by, the soul keeps dispersing and disappearing instead of growing slowly. For one reason or another, a certain living thing dies, but that is only its body.

The decline of its soul rather than the dissipation of its soul; when it becomes an undead creature, it cannot completely obtain the origin of its soul, but only inherits the unused soul power during its lifetime. Therefore, undead creatures are often weaker than they were in life.

For this reason, undead creatures are not immortal in the true sense. No matter how powerful the existence is, one day it will exhaust its soul power and dissipate.

The above is a rule summarized by a group of life professionals at the Joint Scientific Research Center, which reveals the fate of all undead creatures. However, [Starry Night Gate] and [Devil King's Chew] bring another rule, which is: as long as you continue to devour other people's souls

, you can strengthen your soul power and achieve immortality. After many battles, Frankie's soul fire becomes more and more powerful, just because of this reason. It has even touched the threshold of the hero level, but

I don’t know how long it will take to cross that tiny distance. It may take a year or two, or it may take decades. But Franji has hope at least. Countless high-level combat professionals or high-level monsters will not be able to touch this threshold in their entire lives.

Woolen cloth.

After eating the corpse, Frankie raised his head and sniffed. There was no smell of living people in the air. It seemed that the living player no longer dared to set foot here. It must find a new interception point. However, there is nothing more suitable for hunting than the woods.

It is a place for guerrilla warfare. Once it is surrounded, it is likely to lose the opportunity to escape. Then its life will end here and it will stay outside the threshold forever. That is not what it wants, so it decided to give up the harassment plan and rush back to the rear.

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Chapter completed!