Chapter 1368 Batch
Fang Heng slowly looked away and focused on the vampire world in front of him.
Originally, after the area was cleared, it was planned to be left for Qiu Yaokang to conduct his unstable mutation experiments.
If Qiu Yaokang doesn't carefully commit suicide and create some monster that can destroy the world, it will only spread in the current world.
If there is an emergency right now, this world can be used to hoard the breath of the dead world first, and then try to create a large number of corpse pits.
Suddenly...!
Behind, a figure of black bones appeared again in the gate of the teleportation channel space.
Walong also followed Fang Heng into the doomsday world of the vampires through the teleportation channel, and quickly took a look at this weird world.
"Fang Heng, the smell of this place is very fresh, and it is not suitable for the preservation of materials for the construction of a corpse pit. Most of the materials will rot and become unusable in ten hours at most."
Wha Long paused as he spoke, then looked at Fang Heng, "Moreover, the environment around this area is not suitable for building a corpse pit, and the effect of the corpse pit will be affected."
"Well, thank you for the reminder. I have made arrangements for your men to transport the supplies and stack them nearby. My people will handle the follow-up processing. You can start."
"Okay, if As you wish."
Wallon responded, and the soul fire dancing in his eyes turned fiery red.
Behind, the transmission channel flashes again.
The skeletons took the building materials through the world teleportation channel one by one and entered the Doomsday of the Blood Clan. Afterwards, they were dumped directly around the entrance area of the channel and returned the same way.
Fang Heng nodded to the vampires behind him.
The vampires immediately began to take action, returning to their bat form, quickly classifying various materials, and stacking them nearby.
Hundreds of materials as high as hills were quickly piled up on the vast plain, emitting a putrid smell.
After more than half an hour of transportation, as the last skeleton discarded the supplies on the ground, no more skeletons appeared at the entrance of the transmission channel.
Fang Heng couldn't help but look at Wallon and asked: "The quantity of supplies is so small? Have they all been transported?"
"Fang Heng, these construction materials are enough to build five corpse pits."
"Only five are not enough."
Wallon slowly turned his head to look at Fang Heng.
"Fang Heng, my master asked me to assist you in completing the corpse pit, but too much accumulation of material resources will cause waste."
Fang Heng looked Valon up and down.
Good guy, he is obviously an undead skeletal creature, but he actually has a pretty good IQ?
"Believe me, I will not waste it. Your master promised me that he will provide me with enough supplies."
"Yes, my master asked me to build bones for you pit to provide assistance, I will help you within the allowable scope, only If you can show your strength, I will mobilize more supplies for you."
"Okay."
Fang Heng shrugged and stopped arguing to challenge the skeleton's IQ. Seeing that the zombie clone was about to be resurrected, he slowly stepped forward and opened his hands forward.
Soon, something strange appeared in the muddy land ahead.
“Chichi! Chichi!!”
Dark blue palms poked out from the ground.
Wallon saw the surging earth in front of him and the magic array emerging from the space, and the soul fire flashing in his eyes beat rapidly.
Lickers kept emerging from the space magic circle, zombie clones also crawled out of the ground, and the huge figure of the fused tyrant crawled out of the mud, causing a slight tremor to appear on the earth. shock.
The zombie clones staggered towards the hill-like pile of supplies, picked up shovels and building materials one after another, and started digging down in the nearest area.
Game prompt messages also appeared frequently on Fang Heng's retina.
[Tip: Your zombie clone picks up and equips a refined alloy shovel].
[Tip: Your zombie clone is building a bone pit. The current bone pit construction completion rate is increased by 0.08%, and fresh carrion*27 is consumed].
[Tip: Your zombie clone has been transported...].
The pile of supplies as high as a hill quickly dwindled as more than a thousand clones worked together to carry it.
Fang Heng looked at Valon and asked: "How is it? Is it okay now?"
Walon was silent for a moment, the blue in his pupils turned into fiery red again, and said in a deep voice : "I understand. I apologize for the previous doubts. I will mobilize more supplies."
"Hey, thank you."
Fang Heng shook his fist.
Looking at the more than a thousand ordinary zombie clones in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a little excited.
As long as there are enough construction resources, plus a large number of his zombie clones.
There is still one full night left.
How big a miracle can it create?
Try it!
Fuck him!
……
The Sunken Corridor.
Early the next morning.
Viona's team of more than ten people headed to the entrance of the Sunken Corridor under the guidance of the undead attendant.
The aura of death dispersing around made everyone in the Holy Court feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
"Saint, don't you need to open the sacred barrier?"
"No, this is better. The stimulation of the undead breath will further awaken my sleeping source of power. I have already Sensing signs of breakthrough, I believe that after purifying some aura, I will be able to enter the next stage of breakthrough soon."
Guardian Knight Mohetar curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Tch, the people of the Undead Society can really endure it. , I thought they wouldn't be able to stand the stimulation yesterday, but I didn't expect them to be so cowardly, otherwise they would have to purify a few demons yesterday, and the saint would be able to break through in advance."
"Don't cause trouble, use this. When several presidents of the Undead Research Society were tired of dealing with the seal, we had this opportunity to get close to the breath of the dead. The advancement and awakening of inheritance does not happen overnight, so we should not rush it.”
Viona reminded lightly.
Last night, the Viona team originally arranged to pray all night long, trying to adjust the state to the best state.
I didn’t expect that all kinds of strange things happened frequently at night.
They were constantly disturbed almost the entire night, and they did not even complete their prayers. Let alone adjust their state, they did not even have a good rest.
At first, the accompanying paladins thought it was bad luck, but they came to their senses after a few times.
Someone is obviously causing trouble.
It just so happens that they are all just some dirty tricks.
For example, adding a little laxative to the food, cutting off the power in the room, and beating gongs and drums outside the door.
These tricks are definitely not the work of those presidents of the Undead Society.
After all, they want face.
Such dirty methods had no actual harm to them, but they still succeeded in causing dissatisfaction among the accompanying paladins, making them unable to sleep well all night and making them extremely irritable.
"I'm sorry, Saint, I just wanted to help you obtain the power of inheritance as soon as possible..."
"I understand that this is not entirely your fault. I also had selfish motives at the time and did not respond in time. I am also at fault for stopping you."
Just as the few people were talking, the two undead waiters who were leading the way slowed down. (End of this chapter)