It's not in vain that he can be both a father and a mother, creating wild undead with his own hands and coming to tame them.
27 subordinates who are not afraid of death and obey absolutely regardless of their vitals are enough for him to protect himself in the East China Sea.
Undead creatures are all born warriors. They have no vital points, and their dead bodies do not have any brain shackles to limit their performance.
The strength of a weak rabbit can be comparable to that of an adult man, not to mention that these guys are themselves well-trained navy.
Not to mention, the average pirate group cannot find 27 combatants in the entire ship!
An old sailor's daily need for food is not a small amount, and the vast sea of supplies is unpredictable, so he cannot afford to feed him too much.
And every one of the undead creatures can enter the battle.
Hard work and no complaints 007, but not even eating!
"It's just that my reaction speed is a bit slow, and I will eventually suffer a loss against a guy with strong psychological quality."
Putting aside his joy, Lovett began to carefully observe his first subordinates in this world.
Reaction speed is a topic that zombie puppets cannot avoid.
They are undead that exist based on rotten flesh. They still have to control their bodies through muscles rather than souls. Although they are powerful, their reaction speed is appallingly slow!
They are also low-level undead. Skeleton soldiers who have undergone blood-melting and bone-forging control their bodies with the soul fire burning in their skulls. The signal delay can be almost "0".
Compared with ordinary people, it is not much slower, but compared with other high-level undead, it is a huge difference...
In the war of the wizarding world, the status of zombie puppets is probably similar to that of rifle bullets in modern warfare, or even less important than bullets, and they are lower-level cannon fodder.
But they were too easy to come by. Lovett, who was worse than even a magic apprentice ten days ago, could easily make 27 of them. It would be against the will of heaven to leave them alone.
Therefore, zombie puppets have a means of subsequent evolution, using flesh and blood magic to reorganize their bodies and evolve into... familiar ghouls to make up for the lack of reaction speed.
Why do ghouls eat?
Because their bodies are not actually dead and need nutritional supplies.
Pretty simple logic, isn't it?
It has to be said that "living" has infinite possibilities, and in the circle of necromancers, this is also an unquestionable conclusion.
"Some parts need to be stitched, which not only leaks air, but also makes movement inconvenient."
Lovett frowned and looked at an undead whose stomach was slashed open, and made up his mind.
"Let's go deep into the forest."
"The effect of sleeping pills should be about the same..."
He had indeed been to the drugstore during the day, and the little old man guarding the tomb who slept soundly proved it.
"Roar!"
It is a difficult task to let the resurrected undead maintain their self-awareness in life, and zombie puppets with only simple logic will naturally not be able to speak.
But they know how to show obedience, and the superior relationship from the soul level makes them roar in unison and follow closely behind Lovett.
The team of 28 people in total seemed extremely small compared to the entire forest and quickly disappeared without a trace, but Lovett firmly believed that this was just the beginning.
Whether it's for his own dreams or for that seemingly unsolvable puzzle, he will never stop.
One day, no matter the forest or the ocean, the sun or the moon, nothing can hide his figure!
…
In the next three days, Lovett was busy with the undead army.
The soil of the newly built tomb was brand new, and after being simply buried, no one would notice that the coffin inside had long been "empty."
It is very simple to treat simple wounds, but some cases of missing arms and legs become very difficult.
Therefore, in the eyes of insiders, Second Lieutenant Francis Lovett, the new second lieutenant who "submitted" to the pirates, always seemed absent-minded, thinking about problems on the way to the cafeteria.
But everyone could ignore him, and some enthusiastic young soldiers would even take the initiative to say hello to him.
but……
If they knew what Lovett was thinking, they would definitely, absolutely, have to kill him!
Digging graves is also a disgraceful thing among necromancers, but there is no way, there is no material at hand, and a clever woman cannot make a meal without rice.
The naval branch does not encounter life and death battles all the time.
Under normal circumstances, if a necromancer needs materials, in addition to hunting them himself, most of the time he will choose to purchase them from the human kingdom.
After all, this is the world of mages, and everything exists to serve the community of mages. Necromancers are also "noble mages," so naturally there are people who are willing to meet their needs.
At present, Lovett's financial resources, strength, and connections do not support him in obtaining experimental materials through normal means, so he can only take evil routes.
"And the acceptance of undead magic in any world is... relatively low."
While eating his meal carelessly, Lovett thought about it.
"You can't provoke public anger until you have a certain ability to protect yourself."
"so……"
Mengka, who was also eating in the cafeteria, shuddered, raised his head, and looked at Lovett strangely.
After saying hello with a smile and a nod, Lovett chose his target.
"Former Colonel of Branch 153, Skinner!"
It seems that this person also has a grudge against himself. To be precise, he has a grudge against his predecessor, the "Triangle Breaker" Lovett.
Lovett's broken arm when he woke up was cut off by Colonel Skinner.
It was precisely because of the chain reaction caused by this broken arm that he had to temporarily stay in Branch 153.
Now Lovett needs his "help"...
A drink, a peck, all have a certain number.
"Besides, after so long, that guy... must also know that I'm not dead."
There was a cold glint in his eyes, but it was hidden by his hanging hair.
Lovett picked up the dinner plate, walked to the tableware recycling area, and handed it to the kitchen staff responsible for cleaning the tableware.
The man took the dinner plate and was stunned for a moment. In the middle of the dinner plate, a skull made of chicken bones lay quietly in the middle. It looked so... lifelike.
It even seems like I’ve seen it somewhere!
If the technology in this world were not so scientific, it would probably be possible to re-add flesh and blood through this skull and restore its original appearance... Then it was discovered that this person was 90% similar to "Hundred Strategies" Crowe!
…
East China Sea, Xiluobu Village, a corner of the coast.
From sunrise to sunset, the villagers of Xiluobu Village, who had been sleeping soundly for a long time, had no idea that a group of terrifying and cruel pirates had gathered on the beach less than one kilometer away from them in a straight line.
The Black Cat Pirates have announced the change of captain, further confirming Monka's achievements.
But the one who was silent by the campfire was undoubtedly "Hundred Strategies" Crowe!
Zangao, who had already become the captain, quarreled with his arms and said nervously: "Ship... Captain, you know me, I will never betray you."
Damn it, Lovett actually became a second lieutenant in the navy?!
Zangao hated this with itch.
As the most critical part of the plan, the Black Cat Pirates immediately sent people to Shields Town to find out the news after the limelight passed.
The good news is that the navy found nothing unusual, and Mengka successfully became a colonel by virtue of "capturing" their captain.
But the bad news…
Lovett is not dead!!!
At this moment, Zangao was very scared, afraid that the navy would discover the truth, and even more afraid that Crowe would have some unfavorable opinion of him.
If it were just that he didn't die, it would be excusable, but what did they hear?
Lovett was originally a second lieutenant of the 153rd branch?!!
Is it the same period as Colonel Monka?!
Where are the fools?!
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Smart people are often suspicious, and this sentence is perfect for Crowe.
Hearing this, Crowe did not speak.
He didn't speak, and Zangao didn't dare to move. The midnight sea breeze was cold and biting, making the thin Zangao tremble all over.
I don't know how long it took, but it seemed that he had figured out Zangao's loyalty, or... simply made sure that he was not a high threat to him, and Crowe finally raised his head.
"Your ability to hypnotize others was acquired accidentally by eating poisonous mushrooms, right?"
Zangao didn't know why Crowe asked this. His mind went blank due to extreme fear, and he nodded repeatedly when he heard the words.
"Yes, it is."
"Then there is no evidence that this ability is unique..."
The lens reflects the bonfire, making it difficult to see clearly.
Crowe crossed his hands and held his chin: "As a user with the evil fruit ability to control corpses, it makes sense that he has the same hypnotic ability."
"Yes, it is!"
Joy surged through his body instantly, and Zangao swallowed his saliva.
"It's not easy, that man..."
Crowe stood up and put his elbows on Sam, the "Human Bridge" behind him, and then crossed his legs, causing Butch to tremble under his butt.
A naughty strand of hair hangs down in front of the forehead of the shiny and neat back hair, adding a bit of evil charm and madness to it.
Quietly staring at the night sky, Crowe sighed.
"He definitely discovered the truth, but he didn't reveal it directly. Instead, he used another hypnotic ability to weave and create an...unbreakable hotbed for himself."
So much so that when we are both pirates, one hides and hides, while the other is exposed and open.
"It's...unfair!"
Cold murderous intent was swimming in the air, and even the ocean seemed to be afraid of the repressed anger and stopped lapping at the beach and making annoying noises.
"I'll give you a month, praise..."
Looking down at Zangao, Crowe gave the order coldly and in a tone that could not be refuted.
"Kill him within a month!"
"when necessary……"
Raising his hand to stop Zangao from speaking, Crowe closed his eyes.
"I will take action myself!"
No matter how Lovett did it, he was now a second lieutenant recognized by Branch 153. With this group of... trash, Crowe didn't have high expectations.
But the qualifications for cannon fodder are still there, right?
Zangao stood by the campfire, and the burning firewood did not bring him any warmth.
If a captain like Crowe punishes you on the spot, it will be proof that you can survive.
His face was still filled with awe, but no one knew what Jangao was thinking behind his heart-shaped flower sunglasses.
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