It was easy to get to the cemetery, but it turned out to be very disappointing.

Because of the tension over the land, more than half of the deceased were cremated, and now they have turned into a pile of ashes, how can they be summoned into skeleton soldiers?

The remaining half, most of them are seventy or eighty years old, and when they die, their children and grandchildren are full of prosperity and the family is prosperous, and there is no resentment at all.

Bones without resentment are like firewood, and even the best necromancers don't want to summon them to life.

There are also many young people who died in a car accident in an instant, and they don't even know what happened to themselves, and they can't talk about resentment at all.

In the end, a guy was found, a felon, the mastermind of thirteen consecutive robberies, murders and rapes, who was just shot, and his bones were well preserved.

He Ruozhi thought about it again and again, and decided not to summon this guy.

Once this kind of low-level guy is summoned, the resentment of his life cannot be discharged, and he will definitely kill again.

There is no impermeable wall in the world, once there is a "skeleton monster murder incident", let alone the police, the Church of Light will soon find the door, and Shun Teng will soon be able to find himself.

You can't do such a dangerous thing, let alone a skeleton soldier can't play a decisive role.

He Ruozhi sighed, as expected, it is too difficult to find bones full of resentment in the society now, and large-scale skeleton soldiers can only be found on the battlefield.

But where is the battlefield?

Seeing that the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, there is no one around, and the wind is gusting, if the tomb collector comes out at this moment, maybe he will also treat He Ruozhi as a living skeleton that has just been drilled out of the coffin.

He Ruozhi smiled bitterly, casually absorbed some of the deceased's undead energy, and then left the cemetery.

It's still early, and He Ruozhi doesn't want to go home so early. You must know that these days he sleeps at home during the day, but at night he is very awake.

After thinking about it, He Ruozhi came to the garbage dump also located in the suburbs.

This scrapyard discards mainly metal products, various mechanical products including scrapped cars.

At night, the scrapped cars are layered on top of each other to form a small mountain, looking at the earth coldly like a black beast.

In the past, He Ruozhi often came here.

Because I studied mechanical maintenance in school, I needed some hands-on opportunities.

He is also familiar with the old man Zhang who is in charge here, usually the old man asks him to pick his favorite waste parts for free, and He Ruozhi repairs a TV and other things for free and gives to the old man.

"Grandpa Zhang."

Old Zhang Tou had already slept, and he said with some surprise: "Ash, why are you here so late today?" ”

"Well, I'll go in and have a look."

"Go, go, be careful!" The old man lay down with a grunt.

He Ruozhi nodded, tiptoed through the gate, and walked down the path into the garbage dump.

Because the waste is piled up into a hill, the structure is very unstable, and several times He Ruozhi was almost buried alive by the collapsed garbage mountain.

But now, of course, there is no such problem.

He Ruozhi stood tall on the peak of the highest garbage mountain, looked around at the silent wasteland, and took a deep breath.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable power, as if facing the City of Bones in the Dark Realm.

There seemed to be countless unwilling souls screaming, panting, struggling, and howling.

What's going on?

He Ruozhi closed his eyes, slowly released the dark element in his body, and quietly sensed the breath coming from all directions.

He was sure that it was a power that was very similar to the aura of the undead, but it was a little different, strangely there were not a large number of corpses around—unless it was thousands of corpses, it would be possible to emit such a strong resentment.

He Ruozhi thought of a possibility and couldn't help but tremble.

He fell to one knee and snubbed the metal garbage under his feet with one hand, and a strong sensation immediately came from the palm of his hand, resonating with the dark power in his mind.

Yes, powerful resentment does not come from human corpses, but from these "corpses" of cars, motorcycles, televisions, computers, those metal garbage!

Not so long ago, these metalworks were living machines, with exquisite gears, circuits, and bearings capable of exerting super-fast speeds and displaying vivid images.

How much joy people find in them, how much emotion they put into these machines.

These emotions slowly precipitated and became the life of the machine itself.

After they were abandoned by humans, these poor machines waited in silence, weeping with voices they could not hear, and their fate was to enter the scorching furnace and be remelted into red molten steel, ending their existence once and for all.

This is the fate of the automatons.

He Ruozhi completely heard the prayers of many scrapped machines, heard their grievances, and the powerful grievances mixed together and turned into an incomparably strong magnetic field.

He Ruozhi's mind moved—maybe, maybe he could replace human bones with metal products to make a new generation of metal skeletons?

This thought made He Ruozhi excited all of a sudden. You must know that in the cosmic age, mechanical bodies tend to be at the forefront of wars and receive the most intense attacks, so the resentment in the metal body must be stronger than that of humans.

For example, a soldier in a battleship may never see what the enemy is like in his life, and his usual job is to press a button - even if such a soldier dies in battle, it is impossible for him to turn into a skeleton soldier who is too fierce.

The mechanical body is different, as long as it can be summoned successfully, the light is the degree of solidity, which is already several levels higher than the skeleton soldier.

Just do it, He Ruozhi silently gasped a few times, and then meditated on the summoning technique contained in "Demon Language" in his mind, and began to collect the grievances of the Quartet.

Something wonderful happened!

From the scrapped cars in all directions, a purple mist of light suddenly rose, looking like some fireflies. Under the summoning of He Ruozhi's incantation, these "fireflies" all circled around his body, and at the same time, more and more, slowly merging into huge light clusters, until in the end, only one light cluster remained.

He Ruozhi sighed, he knew that these scrapped vehicles were not war machines, and in terms of human beings, they were good men and women, law-abiding citizens, and naturally could not contain much resentment.

The more resentments, the stronger the summoned skeleton soldiers became, but He Ruozhi had never summoned mechanical skeletons before, so he didn't know what he would summon.

As soon as he raised his hand, the purple light immediately flew out like electricity, looking for the most suitable parasitic body among so many waste machines in the garbage dump.

He Ruozhi snorted lightly and hurriedly followed.

The purple light finally landed between the two pieces of garbage, like a huge magnet, sucking up all the tiny parts on the ground.

In the dark, there seemed to be a pair of invisible palms, combining all these parts, slowly transforming the appearance of hands, feet and heads.

He Ruozhi followed quietly behind, and couldn't help frowning secretly at this moment, only to see that this mechanical skeleton soldier completely inhaled the purple light into his body, and the light disappeared in an instant, only a pair of small eyes still contained two flames that kept beating.

It looks like a mechanical crocodile!

He Ruozhi knotted, he knew that there was not enough resentment here, but he didn't expect to summon such a useless thing!

Originally, He Ruozhi also thought that if he had the opportunity in the future, he could get some discarded armed mechas, and he would be able to make them into "undead mecha troops" to compete with the Church of Light.

Now it seems that to summon such a large force of undead mechas, how much resentment is required!

The metal crocodile crawled towards its master very defactly, climbing all the way up from He Ruozhi's trouser leg and finally to his shoulder.

The little crocodile hissed and was very docile.

He Ruozhi sighed and said: "Forget it, after all, it is the first time to use the mechanical skeleton soldier summoning technique, and it is also very good to have such a little guy, I want to think about it...... From now on you'll be called Abu, huh? ”

Abu received the name from his master, and he turned over with joy and danced with his hands upside down.

But thanks to its small size, He Ruozhi wouldn't know where to put it.

It's just that I don't know what this thing eats, and those genuine skeleton soldiers are all sucking corpses or the grudges of the living to live, this Abu......

He Ruozhi was about to ask, but he saw that the little metal crocodile had already crawled to the ground by himself, picked up a screw and threw it into his mouth, and chewed it heavily.

He Ruozhi was dumbfounded.

"You...... Actually eat metal directly? ”