In other words, after the magic circle actually starts to operate, the difficulty of capturing souls will be greatly reduced!!
good!
72 hours, seize the time, capture as many souls as possible, and expand the wailing space in your own prison!
Fang Heng made up his mind.
"Well, we still need some time to make the final adjustments to the magic circle. You can choose the best position."
Dickie pointed into the rotunda.
"It is expected that the magic circle will start operating in an hour. In addition to you, there will be twelve scholars studying necromancy. In order to avoid unnecessary disputes between each other, the thirteen positions are fixed.
Yes, you can choose one first."
"Thanks."
Fang Heng thanked him again.
It turned out that besides him, there were 12 other people participating.
Although the dead souls in the wailing hall seemed very dense at this time, Fang Heng had already regarded these twelve people as competitors in his heart.
If you want to get more souls, you have to rely on your own abilities.
Fang Heng thought as he stood at the exit between the wailings and glanced around the room.
Although it requires full concentration and energy consumption when using the Book of the Dead to digest souls, you will basically not be aware of what is happening in the outside world.
But he still has to keep going back and forth to the game.
Mo Yunxiao once told him that the trick of entering the game directly was related to the secret of the mark on the back of his hand, and it was best not to expose it to outsiders.
So it's better to keep a low profile.
Corner locations are harder to spot.
Thinking about it, Fang Heng walked straight to the corner.
Dicky frowned.
He was a little confused.
This time I brought Fang Heng here first, just to let Fang Heng choose the most advantageous position first.
But he didn't expect that Fang Heng would choose such a corner location.
"Fang Heng, are you sure you choose this place?"
"Yes, the corner position is more suitable for overall observation of the overall situation."
"Well, that's a good choice. I wish you good luck." Dicky waved his hand, "I'll go check out the preparations for the magic circle on the upper level."
Watching Dicky leave, Fang Heng lowered his head and thought for a while.
Once every six months, you get an opportunity and a favor. You can't just waste it so easily. You have to do your best to make it happy.
Fang Heng secretly made up his mind.
He stood up again and opened the door to the room in the Wailing Hall.
At the entrance, two waiters stood guarding the door.
"Mr. Fang Heng, do you need any help?"
"I need more books of the dead."
Fang Heng nodded, "19 more copies."
The waiters looked at each other.
One of them was used to Fang Heng's weird requests. He nodded and said, "Okay, I will take you back to the Hall of the Dead now."
…
Returning to the counter to complete the purchase procedure, Fang Heng spent another 570 Lord God Points to purchase 19 books of the dead.
When Fang Heng returned to the Wailing Hall again with a thick stack of books in each hand, the other twelve necromancy scholars who participated in the training in the Wailing Hall had already gathered.
Seeing Fang Heng entering the hall, everyone cast doubtful glances at him.
So weird.
They had never seen anyone carrying so many books of the dead come into the Wailing Hall to practice.
What kind of trick is this?
Could it be that they relied on the number of books of the dead to win?
This idea is really quite strange.
What's even weirder is that even though ordinary necromancy scholars are powerless, a thick Book of the Dead is not considered lightweight either.
He actually held a large pile in one hand on each side?
For a time, many people even thought that Fang Heng was a complete layman in necromancy.
But it is impossible for the Institute of Undead Scholars to allow such a layman to enter such an important wailing hall.
Fang Heng looked around and nodded slightly at the eyes directed at him.
All the necromancy scholars involved in the practice have already taken their positions, leaving only the position in the last corner.
Just right!
Fang Heng was in a good mood.
He suddenly realized that the last position should be an extra one specially added for him by the Undead Scholars Association.
He was originally off the list.
Walking straight to the seat, Fang Heng threw two large piles of books of the dead on the ground.
"Boom!"
Two bundles of books fell to the ground with a thud.
Extremely dull.
The surrounding necromancy scholars once again cast strange glances at Fang Heng.
Fang Heng sat down quietly, closed his eyes and meditated.
As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed!
When everyone saw Fang Heng entering a meditative state, they all gradually withdrew their gazes one by one.
Among the many scholars in the hall, the two Federation players looked at each other.
Tan Shuo frowned.
Why did Fang Heng come to the Wailing Hall?
He is just an entry-level game player, so why is he able to get into contact with necromancy?
Moreover, he has joined the Undead Scholars Association, and can even join this wailing hall that opens every six months?
You know, the training quota for the opening day of the Wailing Hall is very limited, and the Federation spent a lot of effort to get two tickets.
What's even weirder is that yesterday there was a lot of commotion outside in the 7th District of the Zombie Apocalypse. The federation has even asked Fang Heng for help, and is even willing to give a large part of the points as reward.
But Fang Heng had no intention of talking at all and simply disappeared.
It turns out that he has been hiding in the Wailing Hall.
But why doesn't he care about the zombie apocalypse game at all, instead of quietly studying necromancy here?
Tan Shuo had a hundred questions in his heart.
Another federal player shook his head at Tan Shuo.
"Concentrate, don't think nonsense, we are about to start."
"Um."
Tan Shuo immediately calmed down after hearing this.
Regardless of how Fang Heng is doing, the most important thing for him now is to deal with the current situation.
This opportunity is rare. Fang Heng and other things are not important. The most important thing is to work hard to improve the level of self-death.
You must go all out!
Tan Shuo closed his eyes and adjusted his mentality.
As time passed by, a soft click sounded throughout the wailing hall.
The door to the Wailing Hall is locked.
The magic circle runes on the ceiling of the hall slowly accelerated and rotated, blooming with lavender light.
Purple light illuminates the entire wailing hall.
Under the illumination of the purple light, Fang Heng, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders.
He opened his eyes suddenly.
here we go!
The dead souls in the wailing room were obviously greatly affected by the suppressive magic circle.
If you look closely, under the red light released by the magic array, lavender chains and shackles appear on the bodies of the souls.
All the blue and white souls were directly imprisoned in place, leaving only the red souls that could move at an extremely slow speed.
"laugh!!"
Almost all the necromancy scholars in the hall picked up the Book of the Dead in their hands and immediately aimed the Book of the Dead at capturing high-level red souls.
Upon seeing this, Fang Heng also opened the Book of the Dead and pointed it at the nearest white soul.
Under the suppression of the powerful magic circle, the white soul cannot resist the attraction of the Book of the Dead.
It was pulled by the power of the Book of the Dead and slowly pulled into the Book of the Dead.
No resistance can be made!
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