Chapter 151 Death Boundary
Swish——
Wu Xiaode only felt an extremely powerful force pulling him, and he suddenly disappeared from the current world.
He suddenly remembered the last time he entered the world of death——
You must pretend to be the dead!
As soon as the thought occurred, wisps of silent magic mist emerged from the void and enveloped him.
Wu Xiaode's whole body suddenly exuded a strong aura of death.
The next moment.
The pulling force suddenly weakened.
Wu Xiaode fell to the ground floatingly.
"Another warrior has come, let us see - ah, it's a dead man."
A floating will-o'-the-wisp made a sound.
"Boy, the war is about to begin. How about you be the vanguard?" said a humanoid monster with skin as white as lime.
A line of small words in ice crystals suddenly popped up on Art of the Dead:
"This is a corpse-turned-demon."
Wu Xiaode glanced at it and then looked around.
He saw strange guys all around him, each of them exuding an ominous sense of death, staring closely at him.
There are approximately fifty of these undead, which can be considered a small team.
"Forward?" Wu Xiaode repeated.
"Yes, later you charge first, go on the road, and resist the cavalry of the demon legion. We are behind you." The corpse-turned-devil said.
"No, I'm injured, so it's best to cast the spell in the middle of the team." Wu Xiaode said.
He showed the wound on his arm to everyone.
"Very good," the zombie demon laughed, "It turns out that you are injured - looking at you, you are destined to return to the cemetery to sleep - either die now, or follow the order and be the vanguard."
"Why can you order me?" Wu Xiaode asked curiously.
The zombie demon paused and said with a gloomy face: "We have to protect the boundary monument, and guys like you should go and explore the enemy's intelligence."
boundary marker?
Only then did Wu Xiaode notice that there was a stone tablet not far away that was emitting a dark light.
On the ground around the stele——
No, it should be said that within the range that the light of the stone tablet can illuminate, all the ground is composed of corpses.
These corpses were in various shapes and forms, all sinking into the ground, huddled together, motionless.
When Wu Xiaode looked at the stone tablet, the Book of the Dead immediately opened, revealing lines of small ice crystal characters:
"You have discovered the boundary marker·the kingdom of death."
"Primary Boundary Monument."
"This monument can collect the soul power of all sleeping souls and use it to construct death-like laws and provide strength to the undead."
"You are enveloped by the power of the boundary monument and receive additional blessings: body repair."
"Your injury is improving."
"Extra reminder:"
"The content of this trial is to guard the boundary monument and ensure that the boundary here belongs to the kingdom of death."
——This turns out to be the case.
Then we can't stay away from this boundary monument and become a forward.
"Sorry, I'd better guard the boundary marker. For the forward affairs, you can find someone else."
Wu Xiaode said with a smile.
"Someone give him some color." The zombie demon roared.
A zombie covered in blood steps forward.
"You have one last chance to go out and explore the enemy's situation, otherwise I will torture you so hard that even begging for mercy is useless." Zombie said.
Wu Xiaode was thoughtful.
——It seems that the status of the pure dead in the kingdom of death is very low.
But I don’t want to be a forward cannon fodder.
War is completely different from one-on-one and group fights. If an individual's power is not extremely strong, he will not be able to influence a war.
——Like a bone dragon.
Last time, before the Bone Dragon appeared, all the undead could only struggle.
Besides, I don’t even know who the enemy is now.
My arm is injured.
You need to recover from your injuries at the boundary monument.
"I still decided to stay here." Wu Xiaode said.
"You are looking for death." Zombie sneered.
It rushed towards Wu Xiaode——
"Stop!"
Suddenly someone shouted.
All the undead people paused and turned their heads to look.
I saw a skeleton wearing full armor coming out of the crowd, striding up to Wu Xiaode, pulling out the long knife from his waist, pointing at the undead and shouting:
"This is my brother. Who forced him to be cannon fodder? Don't blame me for getting angry!"
Wu Xiaode took a look and recognized the skeleton.
——In fact, he didn't recognize the skeleton, because the skeletons should all look the same... maybe.
Wu Xiaode made his judgment based on the skeleton's tone and demeanor.
It should be the same skeleton that pretended to be dead with him in the last promotion trial.
"Long time no see."
Wu Xiaode smiled.
"It didn't take long. I got a lot of adventures and treasures before I advanced - buddy, you are really fast." The skeleton whispered.
The two of them looked across the street together.
I saw the undead staring at the skeleton and bursting into whispers.
From the looks of it, skeletons seem to be very famous?
"Hey, Rotten Boy, you actually helped an injured deceased? Trash like him will be eliminated sooner or later!" the zombie demon shouted loudly.
Rubbish?
You have no idea how despicable and vicious he is!
The skeleton sneered in his heart, shook his head, and said solemnly: "Trash? You don't know how brave and fearless he is!"
"In short, I don't agree to sacrifice him to find out some bullshit information."
Undead, look at me and I will look at you.
The zombie demon said loudly: "Well, let's not force him to be cannon fodder, but according to the rules on the battlefield, everyone's status is based on strength - you let him fight, if he can win, We have nothing to say!”
"Yes, do things fairly and fight with me in front of everyone!" Zombie also said.
"This..." The skeleton looked embarrassed.
The other party was completely reasonable this time, and even he couldn't say anything more.
"It's okay, just fight once." Wu Xiaode said with a smile.
The skeleton said: "Your injury——"
"Small problem." Wu Xiaode said.
"Okay, then be careful," the skeleton said.
Seeing that the matter was settled, the undead retreated around to make room for Wu Xiaode and the zombies to fight.
A white ghost floated in the field and announced loudly:
"In this battle, one side is a zombie with the title of "King of Mopping", whose soul power has reached 20 points, and the skills obtained are poisonous mist spray, steel body, and devouring the dead;"
"Invite another contestant to the stage!"
Its eyes looked at Wu Xiaode.
Wu Xiaode was a little surprised. He didn't expect the ghost to directly read out the opponent's skills and name.
It seems like a fair fight.
Then, my skills will also be read out?
He stepped forward directly.
White Ghost immediately announced loudly: "The... deceased named Wu Xiaode has a soul power of 20 points, and the skills he obtained are fog of death, hand of death, and momentum."
When it came to ‘gaining momentum’, there was a commotion among the players watching below.
The corpse demon laughed loudly.
"Charge! He chose the rubbish skill of Charging, that's enough!"
"Is there anyone with such a rubbish skill?"
"The dead are all a bunch of garbage with bad brains!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Wu Xiaode looked calm, just thinking secretly.
It seems that the status of the deceased is very low.
Is there also racial discrimination in the Kingdom of Death?
Is it because the deceased maintains his original form without much mutation?
Wu Xiaode didn't care about the zombies' provocation.
What he was curious about was another thing——
It is clear that his abilities are Silent Demonic Mist, Dirty Demonic Hand (Thousand Hands) and Charge.
Why are they pronounced as the fog of death and the hand of death?
I remember that in the parallel world, the "God of Death" said the same sentence when he saw the bronze hand.
Why?
As if knowing what he was thinking, the Book of the Dead quietly opened, revealing lines of small words in ice crystals:
"The 'wall of sighs that no one can overcome' constructed in this book can transform all moves and techniques into abilities with your own personal style."
"Example:"
"The Hand of Death can simply manipulate objects and will not stop action due to minor injuries;"
"——Like a pair of dead hands, it can withstand normal attack damage. As long as the structure is not damaged, it will not stop moving."
"After being strengthened by the 'Wall of Sighs', the 'Hand of Death' transforms into your own unique 'Dirty Hand'."
Got it!
So, will White Ghost know all of his skills?
Just as Wu Xiaode was thinking about it, the Book of the Dead opened again, revealing lines of small ice crystal characters:
"Due to the concealment characteristics of the 'Silent Demonic Mist' and the super-advanced perfect evolutionary status of 'Thousand Hands', the other party cannot detect your true skills."
Wu Xiaode suddenly understood.
It seems that what he originally obtained was the fog of death and the hand of death.
But by sighing at the walls, they change and become in line with their own behavioral style.
In this way, the fighting ability is of course different.
But there is no need to explain this matter to anyone, just know it in your own mind.
He stood silently, waiting for White Ghost's next instruction.
"Okay, the battle is about to begin."
"I hope you won't kill each other and show some kindness to each other."
The zombie named "The King of Mopping" shouted loudly: "You brat, I ate dozens of guys like you to get here. You will also be eaten by me in the ring!"
White Ghost said helplessly:
"Okay, stop talking."
"I declare that the loser will be directly kicked out of the trial war and sleep again."
"——If he didn't die in the ring."
"Three seconds count down and the game begins."
"Three,"
"Two,"
"One,"
"Start!"
The white ghost retreated.
The zombie immediately opened its mouth and was about to spit poisonous mist at Wu Xiaode.
Between the lightning and flint——
A bronze hand stretched out from the void and covered the zombie's mouth.
Dirty hands!
Another bronze hand then appeared, covering the zombie's eyes.
Boom——
Wu Xiaode punched the zombie in the stomach, sending it flying seven to eight meters.
Unfortunately, I injured an arm and never received effective treatment. I could only use the strength of one hand.
Otherwise, this blow just now would have ended the battle.
"Protest! Blindfolded and covered mouth, this fight was too dirty!" The zombie demon roared loudly.
"This is a life-and-death battle. It's dirty. It's going to kill it soon!" Rotten Bone Boy retorted loudly.
On the field.
The zombie was pinned to the ground by two bronze hands and punched one after another.
The hands are bronze.
The fist is an iron fist.
Wu Xiaode stood far away, with no intention of getting close to the zombie.
After all, his arm was injured and his soul power was sucked by the learning demon king. He didn't have much soul power left at the moment.
And...5 o'clock.
Be economical. (End of chapter)