Chapter 238: The Continuation of Nightmare (Part 1)
Mass burial outside Xi'an Prefecture.
The night was dark, and a bleak moon shone weakly on the hills full of graves. There was nowhere to be heard, but it also added a little bit of anger to the yin-fuelled mass grave. It seemed that it was not so gloomy and terrifying. During the day, the corpses of the black wizards who were taken by the Golden Dragon Gang to silence were filled in a huge grave. At this time, the soil in the pit was slowly shaking, gradually, the vibration became louder and louder, and then a pale, dry hand suddenly poked out from the ground.
Fake, the leader of the black wizard, slowly shaking out from the ground. He gasped loudly, as if he had consumed a lot of energy. He shivered, looking at the black beads on his wrist with a little smugness, and a little scary. A trace of black mist was wrapped around the beads, making a slight ghost howl. The death air around him was absorbed by a trace, slowly filling Fake's body, allowing his physical strength to slowly recover.
Fake, who was naked but covered with a faint black gas, beat the ground in anger and muttered in a low voice: "This time, I'm in trouble. Fifty-seven high-level black wizards, if I can't make any achievements, the adults will not let me go."
He stared at the string of beads. Just now, just as the people from the Golden Dragon Gang stabbed the dagger into his heart, a faint power of death came into the air, and merged into his body along the string of beads, saving his last trace of essence. Then, the power began to absorb the surrounding dead energy, allowing these dead energy to be transformed into the energy of Fake's body. Fake's damaged body was slowly repaired, and he had the strength to get up.
"Damn it, the thieves in this country are even more evil than the most vicious bandits in our place. The bandits in our place only rob and do not kill people, and they actually want to kill people to silence them. If I, Fark, as one of the directors of the association, had this string of soul stones on my body and could absorb power directly from the moonlight stone at the association's headquarters, Fark would have been killed by them. It's so embarrassing that my powerful dark wizard would have been killed by a group of weak people."
After complaining for a while, Fake stood up slowly. But he suddenly screamed and squatted down with his stomach in his arms. In the meal that had been added, a large number of crotons began to work. Fake's body twitched, and he looked around with extremely embarrassed expression, and finally found a place to shelter and squat down. Fortunately, the mass graves were buried in the mass grave, and no one would accuse him of corruption of Feng Shui.
After a strange sound, the stench soared into the sky made Fake grin and couldn't bear it anymore. He used a little magic to deal with the filth on his body, jumped out in anger, pointed to the moon in the sky and cursed: "You damn thieves, I, Fake, in the name of the director of the Dark Wizards Association, I will make you look good, you must pay the price... I, I will destroy your capital now." He still regarded Xi'an Prefecture as the capital of the Ming Dynasty.
Amid the strange sound of "gurgling", Fake's stomach started tossing again. He ate at least two taels of crotons, and the effect was so exciting.
Three days later, he was disshaped, and even the original layer of oily skin turned gray and dry. Fake, who seemed to have been dried kelp, lay weakly on the edge of a grave. His eyes flashed with fear and muttered to himself: "God, whether it is God of heaven or Satan of hell, as long as you can save me, I will completely become your most loyal believer. Oh my God, don't come again, I am a black wizard, noble black wizard, I..."
He stood up swayingly, and his already shriveled body now could not see any flesh. If it weren't for the fact that he was covered with a layer of skin, he would have been the lowest-class skeleton soldier. He pointed to the sky and cursed in a low voice: "You wait and see, you dare to rob, kill, and insult our noble black wizards, you will definitely pay the price."
After thinking about it, Fake suddenly remembered something, with a strange green light flashing in his eyes. He summoned several zombies from the nearby pile of corpses and let them dig them on the ground. Soon, the bodies of fifty-seven black wizards were exposed, and their bodies were cleaned, and there was a hideous wound on their hearts without exception. Fake was so excited that he shook all over and said greedily: "Brothers, you are dead, but your strength is not as good as a bargain. Ah, those thieves are so cute that they actually killed fifty-seven high-level black wizards."
A little bit of green light was released from Farke's hand and began to burn the corpses. Suddenly, a trace of strange ripples appeared in the air, and countless souls were howling shrillly. Among them, there was a particularly powerful gray soul screaming: "Farke, we are dead, why do you still disturb our peace? Have you forgotten the ring of our dark wizard? You can never use the power of darkness to deal with your companions, have you forgotten?"
Fake grinned. He grew up his mouth and sucked those souls clean. He grinned: "I haven't forgotten, but who will know? After absorbing your power, my strength can be increased at least ten times. Maybe the chairman is no match for me. I can completely destroy this country by myself. I can have countless warriors, who am I still afraid of? Hum? Who?"
Under his skin, there were airflows like little rats surging. His body suddenly straightened up, and blood and flesh were growing rapidly under his shriveled skin. With the remaining energy on the bodies of his companions, Fake gradually turned into an ordinary old man in his fifties. The green light shot out from his eyes became even stronger, and a sharp ghost roar continued to spread from his mouth. A powerful whirlwind surrounded his body, and the ghosts around him were absorbed one after another. The dark clouds rolled in the sky, and green thunder flashed.
Farke howled excitedly: "Strength, I feel the power...ah, wonderful power! Tonight, I must take revenge, I will take revenge. There are so many corpses here, there are tens of thousands of corpses. It's so wonderful. I will make good use of them." He jumped excitedly for a while, regardless of how embarrassed his naked body looked.
Fake muttered, "Well, I need to make some magic weapons first. My wand was robbed by them. What a group of villains. There are so many corpses here, and there should be bones preserved hundreds of years ago? The bone flute made with their shins is the best prop to lure the dead... Well, look for it carefully, there will be one. This mountain seems to be full of graves, and there must be good things below. Babies, don't let Uncle Fake wait so hard, come out quickly."
Just as Fake worked hard to find a treasure in the mass grave, the powerful death aura he released had already alarmed some very interesting people.
In the east of the mass grave, two little Taoist priests who were drinking secretly jumped up suddenly, looked at the green lightning in the sky with a serious face, and said in a deep voice: "What a heavy demonic aura, but it doesn't look like a monster, weird, weird, go and take a look." Two streams of light flashed, and the two little Taoist priests flew out against the tip of the grass.
A little to the west of the mass grave, in a small mountain nest, a fat-headed and big-eared monk looked at a fire with a silly smile on his face. There was a small wooden rack on the fire, and there was a smooth naked rabbit on the wooden rack. The smell of meat and the big drops of oil made the little monk look happy. He murmured in a low voice: "I finally went down the mountain, and I can finally stop eating radishes and cabbage. Buddha, let my master and the uncle reach the top of the sky, so I can eat meat boldly... Oh, monster? No!" He grabbed the rabbit and flew up, turned into a strong wind, rolled up countless grass leaves and flew over.
Just near the mountain nest where the little monk barbecued meat, in a sparse forest, a scholar who looked just a little 17 or 18 years old was holding a thick book in his hand, and was happy to read it. Looking at the cover of the book, there were several large seal characters: "The General Theory of the Four Books." But looking at his dementia-like appearance, you will know that the book he was reading was not serious. Look at his pages, well, there are indeed countless extremely exquisite pictures of the erotic palace on it.
The little scholar shook his head in a low voice and exclaimed: "The saint said, don't look at what is right, don't look at what is right. A gentleman sits in his arms without being confused. Tsk tsk, lust is the leader... However, lust is the leader, lust is the leader, and it is not bad to be lust occasionally... Wow, this woman has a huge breast and a broad mind. The saint can hold a boat in her belly, and I am afraid that this woman can hold three or five saints in her chest?... Yeah, yeah, monster? It's interesting, it's better to be a banshee." He also jumped up, and a slate flashed out of thin air, rising into about three feet in the wind, carrying him forward.
In the future, the most famous "Four Guys in Jinyi" under Lu Feng's subordinates was destined to meet today because of a small mass grave.
The sky gradually darkened, and Farke grabbed a bone flute in his hand and nodded reluctantly. "Forget it, although the power is not very great, it is enough to control ordinary dead bodies. Well, during the day, there are not many people in this city who are capable. Even the two young people fighting can easily be trapped to death by hundreds of zombies. Ah, zombies kill people, and people turn into zombies..." Farke's eyes were filled with longing: "I'm afraid there will be no 200,000 people in this city? Two hundred thousand people are really wonderful."
The shrill sound of the bone flute came out, and the entire mass grave trembled. Arms poked out from the ground, some of which were still left with residual flesh on them, while others had turned into thick white bones. Farke shouted excitedly: "Come out, babies, come out... hurry up, come out for me." He put his mouth close to the flute and played it desperately. The black spell text flashed from his body, merged into the bone flute, and then flowed out along the sound of the flute and printed on the corpses.
More than 4,000 zombies, more than 60,000 skeletons, and three particularly powerful zombies wrapped in black smoke. Fark wiped the sweat on his forehead, looked at the soul stone beads on his wrist helplessly, and muttered in a low voice: "No, I can no longer absorb any power from the headquarters. Damn, can you bastards, can't you compassionate with your companions running around? I just used up this month's share, and you blocked the energy channel. You are so sympathetic."
After complaining for a while, Fake laughed proudly again. He looked at the army of tens of thousands of undeads with satisfaction and thought proudly: "But it's not bad. I'm the first in the Dark Wizards Association to summon 60,000 or 70,000 undead troops at one time. I am the first person in the Dark Wizards Association. In the West, even if we have such powerful magic power, there are not so many corpses for us to summon. Being able to summon two or three hundred undeads at a time is an amazing achievement."
He sighed with emotion and shook his head gently: "This country is indeed the paradise for our dark wizards. God, let us occupy this country. If our Dark Wizard Association can own it, then we will definitely become the masters of the world. The power of death should have been used like this."
What made the dark wizard even more happy were the three zombies wrapped in black smoke. These were the three flying zombies that died unjustly hundreds of years ago, and had not rotted after being frozen by the earth's air. A breath of resentment was left in the body. Farke was hit by luck and summoned them before they even became self-aware. Such three zombies fell into Farke's hands, which would have helped him too much.
"No, not bad, stronger than the highest level of Necromancers. There is no way for ordinary attacks to deal with them, and they are so flexible. Hehe, maybe with the three of them, I can get rid of the two crusaders of the Holy See. Well, what a good baby. Unfortunately, the number is too small. If there are 100 such warriors, I, Fark, should be renamed as the Chairman of the Dark Wizards Association." Fark narrowed his eyes and dreamed, his face full of idiot-like smiles.
After satisfying himself for a long time, Fake came to his senses. He sighed and took off a torn piece of clothing from a zombie and put it on his body. The white bone flute in his hand pointed to the direction of Xi'an Mansion. Fake grinned: "Children, the most popular there, go, kill, kill all creatures, kill them, kill them..." Fake screamed at the end, like a wild dog with his tail cut.
After forcibly absorbing the power of his companions, coupled with the magic of the moon stone at the headquarters, Fak could summon tens of thousands of undead warriors. However, the number of undead spirits was not something that Fak could do to distract himself. Therefore, he could only use the bone flute to issue an attack order, and let the tide-like army of undead slowly head towards Xi'an Prefecture, while he was concentrating on controlling the three zombies, and walked at the forefront of the army with a hurried ambition.
He was roaring wildly: "Damn thieves, you have to pay the price, you have to pay the price."
Two streams of light rushed past Farke, but Farke didn't notice it. The two little Taoists poked their heads out of the grass on the roadside with their heads, and their tongues stretched out, and they couldn't shrink back for a long time. The little Taoist with a rosy face on the left asked nervously: "Cultivate the mind, have you seen so many zombies? I have been a Taoist priest who has been cultivating my character for the rest of my life. The demons and monsters have also met with the master, but I have never seen such a powerful monster."
Cultivating the mind is pink and white, but now it has become a pale path. He said cautiously: "This monster can gather so many zombies. I'm afraid his Taoism has reached an unfathomable level... Cultivating one's nature, do you think, if it is an ordinary thousand-year-old zombie, how many can we deal with?"
The little Taoist priest had been thinking about it for a long time before whispering: "If you have a thousand-year-old zombie, we may not be able to win any of us, but if we use the magic weapon we brought from our master, we may not be able to kill five or six of them at one time? However, with so many zombies, if there are hundreds of thousand-year-old zombies in it, we will die as miserably as we will be."
Cultivating his mind seemed like a thief, looking around for a long time, then he said carefully: "Then, the gentleman will not suffer the loss in front of him, let's go. The master also said, "The most important thing is to save your life first. If we die, what kind of demons will be subdued? What kind of demons should we eliminate? Isn't it?" He shrank his neck into his clothes, carefully touched the brass-handled sword on his waist, and murmured in a low voice: "We'd better sleep first. When dawn comes, the power of these monsters will definitely be very weak. At that time...hehe."
Chapter completed!