Today was definitely a bad day for Archyon Bones.

It itself is an assistant priest of the Necromantic Sect, a true eight-ring powerhouse, but it was assigned a task by the ceremonial priest to receive distinguished guests.

And the so-called distinguished guests, well... Achillon Bones didn't like them.

It was a group of executioners full of murderous intent, with a cold temperament and a high-minded appearance.

The leader, in particular, rejected his spell and would rather run to the celebrant with his feet than ride the magic carpet.

Achillon Demon Bone flew quickly a few meters above the ground, his eyes coldly glancing at the iron bumps that followed him.

These guys, who look like metal skeletons, don't know what they can do, and they are said to have a lot of territory in the alien sky.

Achillon Demon Bone really couldn't figure it out.

How did an extraordinary race that could not fly gain a foothold in the alien sky?

A faint white chill emanated from Akilon Demon Bone's chest, swept away by the oncoming wind.

Archellon silently sped up his flight, intending to see the limits of the gang behind him.

His speed was kept up and down, but he was doomed to disappointment.

"Bang

The steps of the Dead Steel soldiers were uniform, like a precise drum beat, in perfect tune with the soldier commander, and the whole team did not make the slightest noise.

The black eyeballs of the Dead Steel Soldier rolled slightly, and he looked at Achillon who was flying in front of him, as if he could see that the other party was deliberately making things difficult for him and the others.

But the Dead Steel Soldier was unmoved, did not complain, and just cooperated with the other party to speed up.

The battle between the two sides lasted about five minutes before ending when Archeron Demonbone realized that his actions were inappropriate.

Another three minutes passed, and a dark green candle glow came from the end of the underground passage.

The group passed through the floodgates and came to a special underground city.

This place is the hinterland of the Necronomicon Cult, the Necromantic City known as the "Ghost City".

Here, artificially excavated passages and natural caves intertwine to form an intricate underground network.

Except for a few areas with special uses, which are relatively open, all the rest of the places are dark and cramped.

The corridors were long, rugged and filled with the smell of decay, and the air was green and so turbid that the living could not breathe.

Achillon Demon Bone led the team to the front, descending the narrow corridor and soon arriving at the underground cavern that was heavily guarded by the War Spirit.

Archellon stopped to tell the guests about the place, but suddenly realized that he didn't know the other person's name.

"What should I call you and your teammates?" Akilon asked, looking sideways behind him.

The C-class Deathsteel Soldier glared at his dark eyes and replied coldly:

"Besorang-C."

Bessorang... What a mouthful name... Achillon complained in his heart, and stretched out his hand in front of him:

"Please, guest. This is a special camp set up by the Necromantic Sect to build a signal tower. All the acolytes, monks, and craftsmen who serve around the tower are to be gathered here to prevent secrets from being revealed. ”

The war spirit guarding the gate closes the magic metal fence and lets the team pass.

Achillon leads the team through slammed doors carved with death and blood, and into the bustling underground cavern.

Voices come to mind, necromantic acolytes walk on carts, monks reprimand acolytes, and craftsmen carve magical patterns on hard magic stone with rune spikes and hammers.

Achillon raised his voice and introduced as he walked:

"All the affairs here are in the hands of Lord Demon Bone, the Lord of Ceremonies! I'll take you straight to him! But only alone, your teammates must wait outside the chamber! ”

Besorang nodded imperceptibly, in response to the other party.

Archilon brutally pushed the necromantic acolyte in his way and made his way to the cavern at the end of the street.

If it weren't for the ban on casting spells in the camp, Archillon would have used death magic to teach the unsightly acolytes a hard lesson.

After reaching the entrance of the cave, Achillon stopped, spoke to the war spirit guarding the door, and let Besolon inside.

The rest of the Dead Steel soldiers were clubbed on both sides of the street like stunned men.

The undead who came and went were either intellectually inferior laborers, such as living corpses and skeletons, or low-ranking acolytes with little knowledge, all of whom mistook the Dead Steel Soldiers for metal skeletons, unaware of the hundred alien creatures around them.

Archellon Skeleton glanced left and right, disgusted by the mess and eager to return to his Soul Factory, where neat necrons should be.

But just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by the war spirit that came out of the cave.

"Wait, Lord Demon Bone is looking for you." The War Spirit said expressionlessly.

Akilon looked back at the war spirit, who was the personal guard of the Demon Bone Lord.

After a silent sigh, Archellon endured his discomfort with the place and stepped into the cavern.

The so-called Demon Bone Lord was a bloated fat skeleton wearing a cardigan and a luxurious magic robe, revealing his empty belly and ribs on his chest.

It was now seated on a throne made of bones, red skull goblet in hand, savoring the blood-blooming brew and conversing with the hard-talking Captain of Dead Steel.

"Archilon, my most diligent assistant priest. In the name of the ritual, I have a task for you. ”

The voice of the demon bone is ethereal, hoarse and ethereal.

"Yes, my lord." Achillon bowed.

Demon Bone picked up the skull wine glass and poured bright red craft beer into his mouth.

The glowing red fluid slid down the spine, not into the empty abdomen, but on the way to the two frost hearts in the chest.

"Go and get your soul energy ready, let's do the last test tomorrow, and we'll officially activate the signal tower the day after tomorrow." Demon Bone said.

Archellon straightened up, stunned for a moment.

According to the original plan, it would take at least a month of testing before the tower was officially launched.

Why is it so much ahead of schedule all at once now?

Archilon's gaze swept over the demon bones and landed on the Captain of the Dead Steel Soldier sitting in the VIP seat.

There's something different about this guy.

Before, its crown would not move, but now, the blades on its crown were slowly stretching and shrinking, as if there was some kind of pattern.

Feeling it closely, Achillon noticed that a rhythm of energy that he had not known was emanating from the crown of the other's head, aiming at the sky at the infinite heights.

Oh, it seems to be communicating with the alien sky, what an incredible ability...

Achillon had a slight guess in his mind.

It bowed down again towards the demon bones and said respectfully:

"As you wish, my lord. I'm going to prepare everything you need now. ”

"Very well, Akilon, you are still as industrious as ever. Go ahead, and before nightfall, I'll order a new test to begin. ”

Demon Bone summoned the guards to pour him wine, and raised his hand and waved it to make Achillon retreat.

Akilon gave one last glance at the Captain of Dead Steel and turned to walk away quickly.

…

…

After leaving the cave of the Demon Bone Lord, Akilong hurried to the Soul Factory without stopping.

He said something "willing to serve you, my lord", but in fact, he had already complained in his heart.

Why do cell towers need to be tested one after another?

Isn't it because the Necronomicon Sect wants to open a super-large polluted field covering an area of more than 100 kilometers in one go!

That's a big project!

It's comparable to the one that the Dark Dead Magical Realm opened in the Shadows!

How long the Dark Dead Magic Realm has been preparing, Achillon doesn't know the specific data, but judging from the rumors, it will start at least five years.

It has only been eight months since the Necronomicon began to prepare for the Pollution Domain.

Now, the old guy with the demon bone is going to cut another month's testing period!

This can infuriate Archon Demon Bone, a technical necromancer who specializes in the field of soul engineering.

If something goes wrong tomorrow, in the end, it will have to be the technology that is dead!

Achillon couldn't say what was going on, so he could only respond to it just now.

"If you want to blame it, blame that dead steel skeleton who can't even understand words. This guy must have said something to Lord Demon Bone, and the Lord decided to activate the signal tower early..."

Achillon made his way back to the heart of the Soul Factory's network.

Standing on the high platform and looking around, the glowing green light in the energy pipeline calmed down Akilon.

Coming back here is just as comfortable as coming home.

Look at this neat pipe network, look at this neat layout, and the exquisite energy monitoring device, ah~ What kind of genius design is this.

With a smile on his face, Archon drew his wand of death, spilling a large black light to awaken his buried necromantic minions.

White skeletons burst out of the ground, carrying toolboxes for inspecting pipe networks and hubs.

They shake off the dirt from their bodies, sweep the broken soil back into the pit with a brush, fill it in and level it, and then follow the instructions of their owners to their respective posts.

Achillon grabbed an orb from his magic pocket and threw it into the air.

The orb contains a singing spirit creature that sings in the air, spreading the gloomy and deep necromantic ballad of the orb to the far and wide.

With a wave of his wand, Achillon directs his necromantic servants while dancing to the music, completely immersed in the joy of his work.

A pair of human eyes were staring at this strangely behaved necromancer in the dark.

"This guy can't be a fool, right?"

Li Nuo was amused and muttered in his heart:

"How could the Necronomicon Sect choose such a necromancer to manage the Soul Factory?"

Assassination Angel Says:

"Don't be fooled by appearances. It can be more cruel and cold-blooded than other necromancers. ”

Li Nuo took a slight breath:

"Yes, I can't let my guard down."

Li Nuo threw a deconstruction technique at the singing and dancing Achillon, spending some energy and refreshing the other party's memory.

Due to harmless deconstruction, Akilon's memories are largely incomplete, and each one has a thick mosaic.

However, this did not prevent Li Nuo from understanding the meaning of the memory fragment.

The memory fragment closest to this point in time caught Li Nuo's attention.

Li Nuo raised his eyebrows, and instead of sharing the information he had received with the assassination angel, he asked:

"Your Excellency, shall I do it now? Do you want to destroy it on the spot, or do you want to seal it up and torture it? ”

Assassination Angel asks:

"How long will it take for Noreen to transform the rest of the energy hubs?"

Li Nuo inquired about Noreen in his heart, and replied to the assassination angel:

"Two minutes at most, and there's only one hub left that hasn't been covered by the Veil of Otherworlds."

Assassination Angel Says:

"Well, wait until her mission is done. Seal Achillon into a magic orb. If it is willing to cooperate and take the initiative to give information, then leave it. If it doesn't want to, you don't have to find a way to read its memory, just erase it. ”

Li Nuo nodded:

"No problem, leave it to me."

Leno stared at Akilon, his right hand reaching into his magic pocket and gripping the hilt of the Sword of Silence.

Akilon's strength is equivalent to the Eight Rings, but the real combat ability is only about the Seven Rings, which is very similar to Selena.

To deal with such a character, Li Nuo only needs to use the stealth effect of the "Veil of Silence" to insert the "Sword of Silence" into its chest.

Li Nuo silently calculated the time in his heart.

As soon as the minute arrived, he received a message from Noreen, who had completed the renovation of the rest of the hub.

Without saying a word, Li Nuo cast the "Death Flight" and rushed towards Akilon with a snort.

The moment he approached his target, he turned back into his human form and continued forward with the help of inertia, pointing the "Silence" in his hand directly at the opponent's chest.

"Poof—"

The Sword of Silence is full of gray silent magic, easily slicing through Akilon's ribs, slicing it away from the front and back like tofu.

Li Nuo even carried a sword, piercing Akilon, leaving a huge hole in the opponent's body.

Archilon froze, and lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the large hole in his chest and the missing piece of his magical heart.

It turned slowly, looking back and forth, left and right, and its eyes were full of horror as if it had seen a ghost.

It didn't see anything!

In addition to the pipe network, it is its own necromantic servant!

There was no trace of the attacker at all!

It's over, I'm going to die... Archilon opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, he saw a spiral of shadow energy rushing towards him.

Its body is severely damaged and extremely unresponsive.

Faced with the beam of shadow energy wrapped around his body, Archon had no way to avoid it, and could only watch as he was swept into a shadow orb that appeared out of thin air.

The magical space in the orb was dark and dark, without the slightest light.

In absolute darkness, Achillon couldn't even tell the difference between east, south, west, and north.

And because it was sealed, the magic organs and magic energy in its body had been suppressed by the shadow energy of the orb, and there was no possibility of repairing the injury.

Faced with such a situation, Akilon Demon Bone, the most diligent technical death talent under Lord Demon Bone, resolutely decided

"I surrender!! Don't kill me!! I'll give you whatever you want!! ”

Outside the orb.

Li Nuo was holding the Shadow Orb, and just as he wanted to ask, he heard the call coming from the bead, and he was a little stunned for a while.

This hasn't been used yet, why are they all recruited?!

The corners of Li Nuo's mouth twitched a few times.

He tore open a "Phonological Magic Scroll", changed his voice, and asked the wailing necromancer inside the orb in a grim manner:

"Tell me all the secrets about the Soul Factory. If it doesn't satisfy me, then, die. ”

Achillon hurriedly shouted:

"I'm a priest here! You can ask anything! ”

"Well, let's start with the purpose of the Soul Factory..."Li Nuo took the orb and hid back into the shadows.

To be honest, seeing Akilong so cooperative, Li Nuo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Now the news that the Necronomicon Sect has activated the signal tower ahead of schedule will be able to reach the ears of the assassination angel smoothly.

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