Chapter 72 crossing

The vehicles of the realm of the dead are not propelled by humans or horses, and in fact, while these vehicles that use magic technology in their core cannot be accelerated by special techniques like war horses, they also have no biological weaknesses.

They are invulnerable to normal swords, and mage's gas attacks cannot cause them to die or weaken. In addition, vehicles using Magic Technology do not need to rest from time to time like horses, and they can operate long enough to drive all day long.

Ironically, before this war, all the nobles thought that the Orthodox Cross diocese was leading in magic technology. At least at the high level of magic technology, they never thought that the undead kingdom with poor materials could use magic technology well.

Of course, in this war, the realm of the dead quickly made it clear to the arrogant nobles that the role of magic technology was not limited to making the room warm, nor was it limited to equipping powerful knights with magic guides. Obviously, the realm of the dead understood the new idea of war, and knew that the improvement of life and the reinforcement of the strong were not the most important aspects of war, and did not hesitate to abandon the study of these aspects.

Because of this, the undead realm, which was developing at a low level, soon took the lead in production and production, and although it was completely backward in high-level magic technology, the successful application of magic technology could bring war into a completely new concept and irreversibly lead.

Even if you don't talk about the new types of equipment that have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, they have been born inexplicably. Even the vehicles in the convoy that appeared to be just transporting supplies were armored enough to stop Sioux City's heavy halberds.

In Sioux City's opinion, as long as the speed and armor of this vehicle are all increased by one or two grades, then this war will not need players to play at all, and it will be good to let the three top knights of the Orthocrucial Sect come out and clean up the mess.

Looking at the vehicle full of steel and simple beauty in front of him, Su Cheng gradually understood in his heart that the weakness of the Orthodox Cross Diocese was not in the technology itself or the people who operated it, but in the concept of how to win the war more easily.

They seem to have forgotten the immense power of magic technology, and how to use their brains. And most importantly, none of the players even have enough influence to help them sort out their heads that have been stiffened by enjoyment.

Not strong enough, unable to complete or slow to complete tasks, not being trusted by NPCs, not being able to strengthen themselves in large story missions - this is the vicious circle of the current Ten Dioceses.

And that's not something he can change.

Pressing one hand on the reflected metal door, Su Cheng gathered all his thoughts, and he took a deep breath with the green tendons on the back of his hand, and pushed open the cold car door with a solemn face.

The next moment, there was a pungent smell that was indescribable from the experience of Sioux City. There seemed to be a mixture of the stench of blood, the stench of earth, and the smell of alcohol so strong that it almost drowned out the rest of the smell.

Frowning tightly, Sioux City stepped on the stairs to get into the car. Rather than making a squeaky sound like a wooden staircase, even though Sioux City's equipment was not lightweight, the metal staircase was noticeably sturdy and sturdy, which in the case of the Orthodox Cross Diocese was at least a military-grade quality.

There were no lights in the car, and even though Sioux City had a dark instinct, no matter how he looked, all he saw was darkness. He did not become overly nervous and vigilant because of this, but cautiously clenched his fists and walked up the stairs step by step, until the whole person was completely plunged into darkness.

When he entered the interior of the vehicle, darkness enveloped him like a tidal wave. His body, strengthened by the sheer darkness, grew stronger and stronger, and even gave him a sense of being safer in the darkness than he had just been on the well-lit battlefield.

However, the darkness that kept Sioux City comfortable didn't last long, and a blue light suddenly took over his vision. Without hesitation, he took several steps in an instant, but the problem was that no matter how fast the Fiore cut was made, it could not be faster than the light—at least not yet.

In an instant, Sioux City, which was wrapped in blue light, felt that the darkness around it disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by some strange scenes with gray tones. It was only now that Sioux City realized why the man reminded him to be careful of Blu-ray and Mage.

Look around, what is the interior of the vehicle nearby.

Sioux City saw him standing on a rough road in the middle of the endless gray world. The road had apparently not been repaired for a long time, but there were many useful people above it—there were lone undead moving slowly, and illusory ghost carriages moving quickly.

And inside the carriage, Sioux City could see that it was also carrying some ethereal souls. Most of the illusory souls were unable to move, and could only sit in the carriage for a long time. On the contrary, some solidified souls stared at him resentfully, as if he was lucky to be able to stagnate.

Phantom magic? Psychic magic? Teleportation magic?

Su Cheng's heart sank suddenly, because the two situations he least wanted had obviously happened.

First of all, the convoy he was tasked with must be the real location of the coffin, after all, it was unlikely that any kind of magic could have come from a fake convoy. This means that the difficulty of his mission will increase exponentially, and of course, his reward will be much higher than that of an empty convoy if he can complete it.

The problem is that he is not yet a professional, but he has a professional-level body by relying on rare skills and equipment. The fist-to-flesh battle on the battlefield is fine, but once he encounters a magic attack, the judgment of success is almost 100%.

His lips were tightly pursed, and the strange situation made Su Cheng's face suddenly gloomy.

Although he was not a barbarian who could only fight, this situation that had nothing to do with combat still made him feel doubts and pressure.

And at this moment, a group of undead suddenly appeared not far behind Su Cheng, and they came out of the crack in tatters, and the armor and weapons on their bodies were bloodstained, as if they had just been drawn out of the blood water.

As blood dripped down the road, the smell of blood filled the surroundings in an instant.

"Ha, won't let me find you?"

When Su Cheng was hesitating whether to fight or flee, an old voice suddenly came from the side of the road, and at the same time, a dead wood-like palm pulled him from the road to the gray and white forest next to him.

The hordes of the undead simply looked up at Sioux City and the old man, then lowered their heads again, and slowly walked along the endless road, continuing their unfinished journey with their dead companions.

Looking down at the old man with a slight curl in his eyes, although he didn't sense the intention of attacking from the other party's movements, Su Cheng still kept a safe distance from him before cautiously asking, "Undead Realm?" ”

The old man with a slight bend raised his head and chuckled strangely: "Heh, if you say that, aren't you?" ”