The gray mist beneath the young man's head was still twisting and drumming, and an extremely faint pale golden light loomed in the mist, but it could not condense and form. In the midst of the changes, I vaguely saw a colorless silk thread stretching out, connected with the small gray mist behind it, and the gray mist was also changing.

On the canopy, the starlight reflected by these gray fogs was unusually bright, and there were ripples in circles.

Invisible power pierced through the canopy of heaven from the ripples, swaying like a fishhook, searching.

A gray mist suddenly rose as if it had been caught in a fishhook.

The starlight corresponding to this gray mist flickered and flickered, and it seemed that it would go out at any moment, and the gray fog itself would dissipate.

Wisps of cold white light suddenly lit up in the gray mist, extending forward, connecting with the small gray mist in front of it.

At the moment of access, with a small gray mist as the center, more than a dozen gray mist were connected with each other, like a spider web.

The gray mist pulled up by the fishhook was tossed back and forth, dragging the entire web, and the starlight flickered all the time, but it never went out.

The dead gods on both sides of the road had been ignoring this, but suddenly as if they had received an order, the speed of wielding the long whip increased, and the movement speed of the living souls on the road also suddenly increased.

The gray mist was originally dragged by the fishhook to stop advancing, and even began to rise one by one, and with this help, it resumed its progress, and even dragged down the gray mist that had risen in the first place.

The "fishhook" finally gave up, the starlight stabilized, and the gray fog fell.

On the canopy, the starlight scattered like a school of frightened fish, surging ripples and strands, converging into the outline of a face, fierce and inhuman, still roaring with angry eyes.

On the ridge in the distance, a faint white light rose from the top of the small temple, reaching into the zenith, and the ripples of the canopy were smoothed out piece by piece.

"Hestol, you're awake too......"

In the temple, the middle-aged man whispered to himself: "You want to prey on other living souls, I can't be hostile to you, but these living souls are variables that may change the underworld, and you don't want to take them away." ”

The candlelight flickered violently, and a silent, ferocious roar seemed to echo in the temple.

"I am very weak, but I have a very strong ally", said the middle-aged man, "So, I am not afraid of you, god of cruelty. ”

The souls who walked towards the River Styx were completely unaware of the conflict between the gods, and their minds had become chaotic with only one thought: to move forward and gain eternal peace.

The souls stepped into the plains of the tombs, and one by one they shed their forms in the invisible wind, and were buried in the tombs on both sides of the road, turning into gray and simple human bodies, and speeding up the flow of the River Styx in front of them.

The dozen or so gray mist entered the plain, and the wind tore at their already condensed faces, bodies that were already being formed.

The filaments of light weave again into a web of shimmering lights, connecting all the gray mist. Not only did Gangfeng not erase their faces and shapes, but the tearing made more and more filaments of light flowing out of the mist more and brighter.

Wisps of light hold the gray mist in place, as if constructing a three-dimensional model. Faces and bodies are clearly displayed in this plain that originally meant to erase personalities, memories, and feelings.

The black-haired youth maintained the posture of raising his arms to protect his head, and the other hand was stretched back, pressing a petite figure. The figure was formed by the small gray mist, but only the shoulders that came into contact with the black-haired youth were clearly formed, and the rest of the body was only a rough outline.

As the other gray mist condensed into clear figures of men and women, the outline of this small gray mist began to appear, first a pair of pointed ears, then brown skin, and finally small hands pressed to the ground.

Everyone remained in their original position, as if they were standing on an invisible conveyor belt, fluttering forward, in stark contrast to the souls around them who had lost their form.

Occasionally, there are also living souls that have not faded their appearance, compared with those living souls with empty eyes, although the eyes of these dozen or so red-clothed figures are also very dull, the light colors such as pale gold, cold white, and incandescent white that beat from time to time make them retain a trace of vitality.

These red-clothed souls seemed to have received a special blessing and moved much faster than the other souls, and then they met their companions.

The appearance has been extremely blurred, and there are only some fragments left in the red clothes, mixed with other living souls, and it is impossible to distinguish them when they see it. But at the moment of meeting this team, the surface of the body suddenly overflowed with different light colors, and the details that had disappeared were restored one by one.

The red-clothed figures continued to join, and the team expanded from the initial dozen to dozens, and when they crossed the great plains and came to the endless gloomy wilderness, the team already had more than a hundred people.

The black-haired young man in the lead stopped in a daze, even though he didn't have much mind, he still realized that the journey ahead was completely different.

"Kai ......"

He grasped his hands in a carving-like motion, lowered his head mechanically, and looked at his empty hands for a long time.

Then he shook his head, and the hand that had been holding something loosened, as if he had dropped something.

"Min ......"

He turned his head again, and the gray elf girl was still kneeling on the ground, shaking her head, and scanning around with her dull eyes, as if looking for something.

"Min...... Silk ......"

"Solidarity...... Single-minded ......"

The black-haired youth pulled the gray elf up and held it high.

The Grey Elf Maiden maintained a glancing posture, and strands of light spilled out of her eyes, connecting with the other red-clothed souls.

A moment later, an expanded network of light connected the hundreds of red-clothed souls.

"Former ...... ......"

The black-haired youth raised his hand and took the first step.

The other creatures followed without hesitation, and in their field of vision, there was a blurred light in front of them, always illuminating the end of the vision, which was their goal.

Walking into the wilderness, their figures changed again, and another invisible but cold wind continued to blow away the colors on their bodies, turning them into sketches that seemed to be sketched by pencils. But they just lost their color, every face, every body, every movement, every detail.

The wilderness is endless, and it seems to be about to go to the old age. When their figures gradually regained their faint color, the canopy seemed to press on their heads, and the reflected starlight merged with their figures.

The canopy of the sky rippled again, just like the surface of the water, and one by one figures floated from the water and stepped ashore step by step.

When they keep their feet on the ground, everyone starts to change.

The original shape and color turned into sand and slowly disintegrated. The earth on the ground swelled, enveloping the clouds of misty light and solidifying into the bones of Bai Sensen.

In a moment, this red-clothed team of hundreds of people all turned into skeletons, and a faint green bone fire floated in their eyes. But this dark green is different, much lighter than the ordinary undead, and from time to time it shimmers like an arc of lightning.

The skeletal skeleton of the black-haired youth had its jaws wide open and emitted a roar unique to the undead, followed by other skeletons, including the slender skeleton with two-pointed ears, albeit with a high-pitched voice.

The dirt on the skeleton continues to stretch, condensing into a simple and strange pattern of armor, helmets, and various weapons such as swords and shields. They marched in a marching line without the slightest disorder, marching forward in a firm, orderly manner, just as they did in the Epsilon Crimson University.

In front of them, the light was clearer and brighter.

..................

In the central square of the city outside Beta, groups of soldiers walked out of the teleportation hall and assembled in the square. The whole process is disorganized.

Kevin Towne walked out with a group of priests at the end, with the same gloom on his face as the priests and soldiers.

The military chief of the Fergus Communist Party, Sadar, Wilson and Gambitt, came to greet him, and Gambit said: "I'm sorry, the duke has something important to do, and the Behemian virgin in charge of foreign affairs is also communicating with other people......

Don waved his hand: "I am also a subordinate of the duke, don't treat me as an outsider." ”

He added: "This is the greatest force I can mobilize, but I don't even give them weapons and armor, do I want the soldiers to go into battle with their bare hands?"

As the "deputy" sent to Richie by Theresia, Kevin Towne is almost forgotten by Richie.

He had been left behind in the kingdom of Hadrang, where he was responsible for recruiting soldiers to fill the ranks of the Legion that could never be filled.

Don was very clear about the delicate relationship between the queen and Richie, and with the consciousness of minimizing the sense of existence and not allowing the two to expand the rift because of himself, he obediently acted as the director of the military recruitment office.

Now, the Undead Monarch has invaded the Godfall Plateau, and Don finally has a chance to step onto the stage of history. He sent 2,000 civilians and 200 priests from various good god churches to Beta, determined to play a significant role.

So, first of all, he questioned the equipment of the soldiers.

Gambit said: "I wanted to do the necessary training for the troops brought by the Jazz, but the situation was urgent, so I had to solve the problem on the spot." ”

Urgent?

Does this mean that when you get your weapons, you're going to be kicked into battle?

Donn's brow furrowed even deeper, and the unformed soldiers in the square let out a buzzing noise.

No one dared to question that these all-commoner conscripts were either farmers in the fields of the nobility, handymen or even prisoners in the towns directly under the king's command. In the face of the lord in the commoners, such as the noble deacon, the butler or the small official in the town, he can't straighten his waist, let alone the transcendent lord he is facing now.

They don't know exactly what the situation is, but they all know that the future is bright. The Divine Plateau has always been a treacherous place, filled with undead, demonic beasts, and all kinds of evil and terrifying beings.

The family had already received a few pennies in the amount of a levy fee, and if they survived, they might be rewarded more than one gold bushel. If you are favored by Lady Luck on the battlefield and make any contributions, you may have a chance to soar or gain extraordinary power.

This is the strength that sustains them to be able to stand here and not run in all directions.

But now, if you give each person a bamboo pole, you will have to put them on the city wall to fight the undead, so that this power will suddenly dissipate.

The discussion grew louder and louder, and the panic continued to spread and ferment in the discussion, and Don had to let his subordinates bounce, but he was completely hopeless.

He was ready to come forward and give a heart-warming speech that would move these mud-legged and inferior people, it should not be difficult, and he had prepared the script.

Just then, a motorized carriage drove into the square.

"Two thousand, huh?"

A girl in red jumped off the carriage at the beginning, and hurriedly said to Gambit and the others: "I have brought in the three thousand sets that have just come off the assembly line in the workshop, and more can only wait for tomorrow. ”

Wilson was surprised, "Litt Anne, why are you here to be the dispatcher?"

"I recruited a lot of adventurers as volunteers, and they were all familiar with the process. The supplies are even more scarce, the Silky Maidens are busy with more important things, and Cardinal Aurora has sent us to Cardinal Tess", said Litte Anne, "The weapons are only spears, knives, morning stars, and shields for the time being, and the magic spear and other transcendent weapons are being improved. ”

Sardar said indifferently: "It's nothing, they are all civilians, and they can only use these." ”

Although there was a lot of information that Tang En couldn't figure out, he was reluctant to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard that there was a weapon and that it had just been produced.

It's just for civilians, that is, ordinary leather armor and swords, which is enough, at least the civilians can have some psychological comfort.

The girl named Liet Anne waved her hand, and the drivers opened the carriage, and there was a loud rumbling noise, like dumping garbage, and dumping piles of weapons and equipment.

The things used by civilians are really rubbish, but you have to cover them up anyway, won't it scare the civilians?

Don sighed, mentally prepared for the miserable, and looked at the "garbage" with half-squinted eyes.

Then his eyes widened......

A misty purple glow, bronze helmets, armor, and shields.

At first glance, the silver is a Mithril spear, a long knife, a javelin, and other weapons.

Because he was so shocked, Donn's words were not good: "This、This is Copper and、And Mithril!?"

Litte Anne was a little embarrassed: "The helmet, armor and shield are covered with a layer of copper on top of black iron, and the weapons are also processed on ordinary weapons, so the time is too fast to be so rough." ”

"Coarse...... Rough?"

Don swallowed, he was wearing the ancestral Mithril armor, which was superior to these armors, but it was only as high as that.

Magic metal is very expensive, let's just say copper, even if it is just covered with a thin layer of black iron, the price of the copper armor produced in this way is also calculated according to gold bushels.

The two thousand civilian soldiers he brought with him, if they were sold into slavery, would definitely not be worth a set of equipment for one person!

"Did you take it by mistake?"

Don En felt incredulous: "Shouldn't this be equipment for the transcendental?"

He was sure that the average transcendent would receive such a set of armor, which would be enough to be enshrined as a family heirloom.

"Transcendents use this?"

Liet Anne also had a look of disbelief: "This thing ......"

She picked up a helmet and slammed the bell: "The protection and attack on the undead is extremely limited, and it can only be obviously effective if the transcendent can only be obviously effective by allowing the transcendent to attach a temporary hardening technique, greasy technique, or exorcism technique with divine or magical power before the battle, how can the transcendent use this thing?"

"At least...... It's a lot of money", confirming that the equipment was for civilian soldiers, Donn's heart was almost bleeding, although it wasn't for his gold bushels.

"Copper is now cheaper than black iron, and Mithril is a little more expensive than black iron," says Sadar, "and it is too cost-effective to arm a civilian into a soldier who can fight the undead for less than a gold bushel." ”

Donn felt his common sense insulted: "Armor and weapons add up to less than a gold bushel?"

"It will be cheaper in the future", Gambit is well aware of the change in this direction: "It is so cheap that the goddess of commerce has to devalue the gold bushels." ”

Before Don could react, the priests were already salivating over the Morning Star in the "garbage heap".

A pastor couldn't help but ask, "Sir, do you have our share?"

Done's mind didn't move at all: "Uh......"

Wilson patted his chest: "Everyone has a share! As long as you come to fight the undead, the Bronze Mithril-level magic guide equipment can be taken care of!"

Pastors rushed up and picked through the "garbage heap".

Copper armor is nothing, but the Mithril weapon, even if it is only covered with a layer of Mithril, is a rare good thing for these grassroots clergy.

The civilian soldiers watched the actions of the priests, and they all had a feeling of absurdity.

When will they be treated the same as the Transcendentals?

Litte Anne followed the carriage back to the plaza in the core of Beta, where the convoy waited outside the teleportation hall while she went to the office building in the core and returned to the teleportation hall in Epsilon from the teleportation circle downstairs, and then stepped into another portal.

It was a hall almost as vast as a teleportation hall, with two conveyor belts humming.

At the start of a conveyor belt, machines on both sides roll black iron and copper ingots into thin sheets, and then two sheets of different materials are rolled together. Teleport to the rear. The magic hammers of different molds roll the thin plates directly into helmets and armor sheets, and send them to the cooling pool at the end of the conveyor belt, where they are "baked" in a bar. Just look at the helmet, and you can finish it in a matter of seconds.

On the other conveyor belt were a variety of weapons, and on either side of the conveyor belt stood more than a dozen puppets with six arms, constantly hammering flakes of Mithril onto shields, knives, spears, and maces.

There were not many people in the hall, except for a red-clad operator for each machine and puppet, and several teams of people in charge of transporting goods, there was also a puppet with a large body and a small hemisphere in its head, and a petite girl with long hair tied with a thick bone comb.

Lither Anne beckoned, "Master Youzan, Your Highness Vicky, there is no more basic magic equipment in stock. ”

"It's almost adjusted," the puppet said in an eerie mechanical tone, "The Silk Witch has adjusted the spiders' working program, and they can also belt their armor, doubling their productivity." ”

Vicky said, "I'll take a moment to adjust the synchronization rate of the production line, and according to my calculations, by tomorrow, as long as the materials are sufficient, I can produce 11,000 sets of basic magic equipment per day." ”

Yu Zanga laughed and said, "Little Weiji, in order not to fall behind you, Little Eve has already gone to the magic metal smelting workshop in person to take the formation, and the materials will only be more and not less." ”

Vicky nodded: "Then I'll just keep an eye on it, Master, you have other tasks." ”

"yes, I should go to Artur's side to see his progress", Yuzan grunted and rolled towards the portal, "I don't know what new things he can come up with over there." ”

Adventurer's Square in Beta City, a new area called "Mary's Square" has been opened. However, the adventurer's service hall here is full of workbenches, and each workbench is lined with wild magician technologists from all over Finn.

"I'm looking forward to improvements from all of you, and we'd welcome any design that would greatly increase the lethality of the undead while reducing user restrictions and power consumption!"

Artur's voice echoed through the hall, impassioned: "We will give you all the necessary supplies! Especially on the two magic metals, copper and mythril, your design does not have to consider the cost at all, just use it!"

The designers either shouted with bold fists or smiled at each other with reserved eyes.

A thin middle-aged man pressed against the workbench, his eyes flickering, and whispered to himself: "The name Stoner has made the time come for all Finn to bow down." ”

At the workbench in another place, a big man who seemed to have dwarven blood crossed his arms and said to the apprentices in a row: "Let the humans see the 10,000-year-old heritage of our Mikhail workshop!"