Deep in the Netherworld Rift, the Great Hall of Bones.

The ghostly ghost fire illuminates the dim and gloomy palace wall, and the smooth black marble slabs reflect Wang Zhe's arrogant and unruly figure.

"This time, you'd better pray that the plan will succeed, or else ......"

Wang Zhe stared at the dark blue necromancer in front of him with an unkind face, and his snow-white beard grew lifeless on his wrinkled jaw.

He is the chief mage of the realm of the dead under the command of the Nether Lord, and the head of the Necromantic Academy, Zanga.

Well, strictly speaking, he should be the fourth dean.

It's not a good position to sit in, and it's hard to sit in any position where the average tenure is only 12 days, and the result of failure is death.

Zanga is a group of data lives designed by the Zhi Brain according to Wang Zhe's requirements, of course, this is only the most basic version, and the level of intelligence is still not as good as that of a genius in the human race.

However, Wang Zhe doesn't know the difference, and he treats these digital beings completely indifferently and ruthlessly as tools.

If it is not easy to use, it will be rebuilt so as not to waste the computing resources of the brain.

Therefore, Zangga's life and death are all in the thought of Wang Zhe, the creator, and since it is a digital life, he naturally has a natural fear of death.

Zanga stood tremblingly in front of Wang Zhe: "Your Majesty My Emperor ......"

This title is what Wang Zhe has particularly liked recently, and he asked the undead ministers under his command to call him so, so as to satisfy his ridiculous vanity.

Zanga carefully organized his words, for fear of angering the moody Nether Lord in front of him: "The plan has now reached its final stage, and we have collected enough battle data to condense and condense it, select its essence, and shape an invincible warrior." ”

It turned out that Wang Zhe was not completely hopelessly stupid.

In the conflict with the players, he also discovered his own shortcomings, that is, the lack of top players who are good at flexible and changeable, and can only rely on the brain to command the battle.

And how huge the army of the undead is, if every skeleton warrior has to consume the computing resources of the brain, that is, ten more supercomputers will definitely not be able to withstand this terrifying amount of computing.

So Wang Zhe's command is not right, except for the elite troops above 4 stars, the rest are the same attack routines and attack models, as long as players are familiar with and master the corresponding rhythm, they can easily target them with various tactics.

And this problem is unsolvable for Wang Zhe.

Even if the system and player camp changes are now opened, he can absorb some players and use them for his own use.

However, far water can't quench the thirst of the near, not to mention that the players are not reliable at all, so Wang Zhe began to consider that he also wanted to make some powerful super soldiers to use to deal with those elite players.

Fighting Soul Knight, this is Wang Zhe's plan.

"The frequent battles have allowed us to collect enough rich combat data through the undead miscellaneous soldiers on the front line, and the next thing we need to do is to integrate these data, summarize the rules, and let the Fighting Spirit Knights be familiar with the players' attack patterns and crack their battle rules."

Zanga looked at the batch of near-perfect works in front of him, revealing extremely fanatical and joyful eyes: "Perfect works, the strongest warriors, as long as there is this group of strong and loyal troops, the darkness of the netherworld will surely cover the earth!" ”

Deep in the Netherworld Rift, the Great Hall of Bones.

The ghostly ghost fire illuminates the dim and gloomy palace wall, and the smooth black marble slabs reflect Wang Zhe's arrogant and unruly figure.

"This time, you'd better pray that the plan will succeed, or else ......"

Wang Zhe stared at the dark blue necromancer in front of him with an unkind face, and his snow-white beard grew lifeless on his wrinkled jaw.

He is the chief mage of the realm of the dead under the command of the Nether Lord, and the head of the Necromantic Academy, Zanga.

Well, strictly speaking, he should be the fourth dean.

It's not a good position to sit in, and it's hard to sit in any position where the average tenure is only 12 days, and the result of failure is death.

Zanga is a group of data lives designed by the Zhi Brain according to Wang Zhe's requirements, of course, this is only the most basic version, and the level of intelligence is still not as good as that of a genius in the human race.

However, Wang Zhe doesn't know the difference, and he treats these digital beings completely indifferently and ruthlessly as tools.

If it is not easy to use, it will be rebuilt so as not to waste the computing resources of the brain.

Therefore, Zangga's life and death are all in the thought of Wang Zhe, the creator, and since it is a digital life, he naturally has a natural fear of death.

Zanga stood tremblingly in front of Wang Zhe: "Your Majesty My Emperor ......"

This title is what Wang Zhe has particularly liked recently, and he asked the undead ministers under his command to call him so, so as to satisfy his ridiculous vanity.

Zanga carefully organized his words, for fear of angering the moody Nether Lord in front of him: "The plan has now reached its final stage, and we have collected enough battle data to condense and condense it, select its essence, and shape an invincible warrior." ”

It turned out that Wang Zhe was not completely hopelessly stupid.

In the conflict with the players, he also discovered his own shortcomings, that is, the lack of top players who are good at flexible and changeable, and can only rely on the brain to command the battle.

And how huge the army of the undead is, if every skeleton warrior has to consume the computing resources of the brain, that is, ten more supercomputers will definitely not be able to withstand this terrifying amount of computing.

So Wang Zhe's command is not right, except for the elite troops above 4 stars, the rest are the same attack routines and attack models, as long as players are familiar with and master the corresponding rhythm, they can easily target them with various tactics.

And this problem is unsolvable for Wang Zhe.

Even if the system and player camp changes are now opened, he can absorb some players and use them for his own use.

However, far water can't quench the thirst of the near, not to mention that the players are not reliable at all, so Wang Zhe began to consider that he also wanted to make some powerful super soldiers to use to deal with those elite players.

Fighting Soul Knight, this is Wang Zhe's plan.

"The frequent battles have allowed us to collect enough rich combat data through the undead miscellaneous soldiers on the front line, and the next thing we need to do is to integrate these data, summarize the rules, and let the Fighting Spirit Knights be familiar with the players' attack patterns and crack their battle rules."

Zanga looked at the batch of near-perfect works in front of him, revealing extremely fanatical and joyful eyes: "Perfect works, the strongest warriors, as long as there is this group of strong and loyal troops, the darkness of the netherworld will surely cover the earth!" ”

Deep in the Netherworld Rift, the Great Hall of Bones.

The ghostly ghost fire illuminates the dim and gloomy palace wall, and the smooth black marble slabs reflect Wang Zhe's arrogant and unruly figure.

"This time, you'd better pray that the plan will succeed, or else ......"

Wang Zhe stared at the dark blue necromancer in front of him with an unkind face, and his snow-white beard grew lifeless on his wrinkled jaw.

He is the chief mage of the realm of the dead under the command of the Nether Lord, and the head of the Necromantic Academy, Zanga.

Well, strictly speaking, he should be the fourth dean.

It's not a good position to sit in, and it's hard to sit in any position where the average tenure is only 12 days, and the result of failure is death.

Zanga is a group of data lives designed by the Zhi Brain according to Wang Zhe's requirements, of course, this is only the most basic version, and the level of intelligence is still not as good as that of a genius in the human race.

However, Wang Zhe doesn't know the difference, and he treats these digital beings completely indifferently and ruthlessly as tools.

If it is not easy to use, it will be rebuilt so as not to waste the computing resources of the brain.

Therefore, Zangga's life and death are all in the thought of Wang Zhe, the creator, and since it is a digital life, he naturally has a natural fear of death.

Zanga stood tremblingly in front of Wang Zhe: "Your Majesty My Emperor ......"

This title is what Wang Zhe has particularly liked recently, and he asked the undead ministers under his command to call him so, so as to satisfy his ridiculous vanity.

Zanga carefully organized his words, for fear of angering the moody Nether Lord in front of him: "The plan has now reached its final stage, and we have collected enough battle data to condense and condense it, select its essence, and shape an invincible warrior." ”

It turned out that Wang Zhe was not completely hopelessly stupid.

In the conflict with the players, he also discovered his own shortcomings, that is, the lack of top players who are good at flexible and changeable, and can only rely on the brain to command the battle.

And how huge the army of the undead is, if every skeleton warrior has to consume the computing resources of the brain, that is, ten more supercomputers will definitely not be able to withstand this terrifying amount of computing.

So Wang Zhe's command is not right, except for the elite troops above 4 stars, the rest are the same attack routines and attack models, as long as players are familiar with and master the corresponding rhythm, they can easily target them with various tactics.

And this problem is unsolvable for Wang Zhe.

Even if the system and player camp changes are now opened, he can absorb some players and use them for his own use.

However, far water can't quench the thirst of the near, not to mention that the players are not reliable at all, so Wang Zhe began to consider that he also wanted to make some powerful super soldiers to use to deal with those elite players.

Fighting Soul Knight, this is Wang Zhe's plan.

"The frequent battles have allowed us to collect enough rich combat data through the undead miscellaneous soldiers on the front line, and the next thing we need to do is to integrate these data, summarize the rules, and let the Fighting Spirit Knights be familiar with the players' attack patterns and crack their battle rules."

Zanga looked at the batch of near-perfect works in front of him, revealing extremely fanatical and joyful eyes: "Perfect works, the strongest warriors, as long as there is this group of strong and loyal troops, the darkness of the netherworld will surely cover the earth!" ”