"Squeak-" With a screeching sound of the door opening, a large cloud of dust rose up in the room, and to a surprise, there was nothing but a stone table in the room

"Luck can't be so bad!" Formalin lamented, "No, wait, Sound Box?"

Evans pulled out a small, square, black box from the stone table and probed a trace of his mental power into it

To Evans in an unknown number of years:

When you see this information, it means that I have once again played myself to death and that the backlash of the failed experiment has destroyed my brain. Don't wonder how I know your name, everyone in the legion has a backup of their mental power, and different content will be called up according to different mental power.

If it is an unfamiliar spiritual power, this information stone will directly self-destruct. As a necromancer, I have a very high position in the Legion, and with my strength, I can create the Undead Scourge completely. But we still failed, and we got closer and closer to victory in the cycle after reincarnation.

But this failure is likely to undo our previous hundreds of years of efforts, as the enemy's mental storm destroyed most of the members' brains and wiped out the precious memories they had accumulated over countless reincarnations, and I conducted forbidden experiments to preserve their memories. As you know, I failed and lost myself.

But some of us have recorded our own memories, and my legacy is placed under the stone bricks at the entrance of this hall. I suggest that you experience samsara before receiving those inheritances. As for what our mission is, what is the cause of reincarnation, who the enemy is, I can't say.

What I can tell you is: we have a team of 500 people, and if you want to do everything you can to converge and understand the meaning of reincarnation, I suggest that you die once.

That's all I can say, I hope you don't get too weak and dishonor the name of my Undead Sovereign Evans!

🔥 Powerful, handsome, intelligent undead monarch Evans

"What the hell is this!" Evans took the spirit back, what the hell is the undead monarch, and what does reincarnation mean?

"Is there anything?" formalin next to him leaned in, "nothing of value." Evans waved his hand

"Well, that's bad luck. There is no need to see the remaining rooms, and the income is not proportional to the risk. Formalin looked unhappy and put his sword on his back and prepared to return the way he came

Evans walked out before Formalin, "The question is how to get the inheritance"

Although I'm a little sorry for formalin, the truth that money is not revealed can be used anywhere. "Forget it, let's do it when the opportunity arises.

"Well, what an unlucky day," Formalin crawled out of his badge and yawned, "It's still early, do you want to find a few more ruins?" Evans glanced at the great sun in the sky

"No, let's go back to camp first. I'm still not reassured," Formalin's face was a little gloomy

"Who!?, come out!" Evans flung the whip in his hand towards a ruin, shattering a boulder

A man in black burst out from behind the boulder, picked up something like a smoke bomb and threw it at it, and then flew away

A pungent smell erupted, and formalin's complexion changed drastically: "It's a decoy missile! Quickly withdraw!"

As soon as the words fell, a roaring figure flashed in the ruins around him, which was a distortion!

"Hell, who the hell?!" Formalin, his eyes red, growled as he cut the flying deformation in half

The wind blade in Evans' hand swung out again and again, and the stinking black blood splashed all over his body, "Great Fortune, enter the ruins!" Evans squeezed out most of the mana in his body, summoned a wind elemental hall, and then took out the stabbing sword on his waist and rushed towards the ruins

"Don't let Lao Tzu catch that damn guy," Formalin shouted, and the sword body lit up, and a crescent-shaped sword qi shot out and immediately ran away

At the moment when Formalin jumped into the ruins, a pair of sharp claws slashed through his right arm, but before the owner of these claws could pull Formalin out, he was bounced out by a mysterious force

"What an unfortunate day!" Formarin cursed as he sat down on the ground

"Do you have any enemies in your camp?"

"There's no such mortal enemy, my arms are so itchy!"

"That's weird, you might have a baby in the camp!Wait, your arm!" Evans' pupils shrank, formalin's injured arm was scorching and shrinking at a rate visible to the naked eye

"Fallen missionary poison!" Formalin's face was gloomy, and after a little hesitation, he directly raised his sword and chopped off his right forearm!

The Fallen Missionary's poison is not a joke, if it is not removed in time, it will turn into a walking corpse, and retain most of the abilities of the previous life. Extremely vicious.

Taking advantage of Formalin's inattention, Evans quietly pried up a corner of the floor tile with a wind blade

"Daifuku, there seems to be something ...... under this floor tile"