A sea of golden sand.

Night falls.

The moonlight is softly sprinkled on the tranquil land.

Some gerbil subhumans poked their heads out of their underground burrows, vigilantly observing their surroundings.

The night is quiet and dangerous.

The temperature drops, and some of the hidden cursed beasts are active.

The gerbil sub-people took advantage of this time to hunt and patrol their territory.

It's best to catch some game for dinner.

A cool breeze blew, the moonlight gradually reddened, and the profane moon rose to the sky again.

The rats, who were originally busy, suddenly pricked up two small ears.

They felt a tremor on the ground that shook like a mountain.

The Blasphemous Moon radiates a terrifying force.

He seems to be mocking people.

The pollution began to spread, and the rocks and sand grains distorted, growing hands, feet, and flesh, transforming from sapient inorganic beings into monstrous and roaring monsters.

The rats who were acting as sentinels quickly sounded the alarm.

The moon of desecration has polluted the earth once again.

However, as the inhabitants of the land of Terra, they are accustomed to this kind of natural catastrophe.

As gerbils, they can give full play to their racial characteristics and hide under the sand sea.

Tonight, however, was a very special situation.

The ground of the sea of sand erupted with churning black smoke.

A crooked group of undead followed.

The armies of the undead have one thing in common, they are all wrapped in glittering gold.

The sound of horses' hooves shattered.

The first thing that caught the eye of many rats was a group of cavalry riding golden undead horses.

They were armed with sharp swords, and their bodies were twisted and deformed, as if they were bound by some kind of force.

The gold covering their bodies could not hide their terrible appearance.

The skin that had not yet been covered in gold was pale and transparent, lifeless, as if it had been consumed by death.

Their eyes are hollow and deep, without a hint of warmth.

Limbs are twisted, muscles and bones are cursed to be reshaped.

The fingers are as slender as ghost claws, and each nail is like a sharp blade.

Gold glittered on their bodies like a layer of metal armor.

The golden glow could not hide their shocking evil aura.

Behind the Golden Undead Cavalry were the beasts kept in captivity by the Golden King, their heads twisted and ugly, a piece of decaying muscle and broken bones partially exposed.

The mouth opens to reveal terrifying fangs and tongues, exuding the smell of corruption and death.

They let out a low howl.

The whole air seemed to be filled with death and fear.

Some gerbils with good eyes also saw several walking undead with shovels and pickaxes behind the army of golden undead, half of their bodies rotting and half of their bodies eroded by gold.

Judging by what they are wearing.

It seems that a group of tomb robbers who tried to dig up the treasure of the Golden King have been cursed as undead.

Gold sparkles in the moonlight of the Blasphemous Moon.

It makes people's hearts chill.

"The Golden King's army of the undead!"

The gerbil subhumans, who were familiar with the legend of the Golden King, immediately understood the identity of this mysterious group of undead.

The legend has come true!

The gerbils did not dare to delay and immediately retreated into the desert and hid themselves.

They thought that the Golden King's army of the undead should just be passing by.

According to the legend of the older generation, the undead who wandered the world were guarding the treasure.

Anyone who touches the Golden King's treasure will be cursed to parasitize and become part of the army of the undead.

And the gerbils stayed away from the Golden King, for fear that the ancient king would go on a killing spree.

Under normal circumstances, they do not wear gold jewelry, let alone actively use any kind of gold.

Therefore, the sub-people of the gerbil tribe think that as long as they hide, there is no big problem.

Until, the undead rushed towards the gathering place of the gerbils.

The goal is to attack the rats.

The gold they were wrapped in shimmered seductively in the moonlight.

The rats hiding in the sea of sand held their breath and did not dare to speak.

But there was an ominous omen in my heart.

Such a close distance made them feel the terrifying aura of the undead.

The body and mind are frozen, unable to move.

These golden-clad spirits are like messengers from hell, bringing destruction and fear.

It's close!

It's getting closer!

The gerbils could already smell the decay emanating from them.

"Woowoo woo woo !!"

The madness in his heart makes the undead roar terrifyingly, like a demon who walks in the night with a hundred ghosts.

The sword fell.

A golden glow exploded.

The undead took the initiative to launch a brutal attack on the subhumans.

The surface of the earth was lifted, and yellow sand flew all over the sky.

The ceiling of the house was smashed.

The gerbil subhumans hiding in it have apparently become ready-to-eat cans.

Panicked gerbils scattered and fled.

There are also those who want to resist with all their might.

"Defend with Earth Spirit Spells!"

Walls of mud and sand rose from the ground, intent on stopping the advance of the army of the undead.

The gerbil subhumans specialize in shaping the sand.

However, their main function is that of craftsmen and they do not have much of a damaging spell.

At most, it's just a few quicksand traps to catch prey.

Head-to-head confrontation is not the strong point of the rats.

So, when the roof is lifted and the shelter on which it depends is breached by the undead.

People are still more numb and sluggish in their hearts.

Dumbfounded, he stood there and watched the undead approach with their teeth and claws.

The hideous face is intimidating.

Knights on golden horses swiftly walked between heaven and earth, stretching out their corrosive palms.

Intent on catching innocent people.

The girls screamed, and the men fought back.

"Earth Spirit Sculpting: Jackal Anubis!"

The four people who were still drinking tea leisurely in the coffee shop heard the screams of the crowd and the sudden loud noise.

Old Mos sprang into action.

Not even for a moment did the obsidian gathering place mourn the fall of the army of the undead, and immediately rushed to the battlefield - old Mes, who turned into quicksand and appeared on the surface.

Old Moes stood at the front of the crowd.

Surrounded by an army of the undead, his eyes were steadfast.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward resolutely.

He knew that the fight would be a life-and-death struggle.

But he was determined not to let the people of the desert fall into evil.

Old Moss pressed his hands on the sand.

Take the lead in building a magic circle, and countless grains of sand quickly assemble.

Formed a group of living sand coyotes.

They swooped down on the golden army of the undead.

The undead were incredibly powerful, roaring incessantly, tearing apart makeshift walls of earth and overturning quicksand traps.

The mournful screams of the undead warhorses filled people's ears.

In the midst of this apocalyptic vision, a warm and firm voice sounded: "Don't be afraid, I'm here!" ”

Old Moss manipulated the wolves to rush out of the undead lineup.

There was a brilliant light on him.

As a sixth-order promotioner, Old Mos is the strongest in the Obsidian Gathering Place.

It is also the only object that people can rely on.

Old Moz showed off his superior fighting skills, waving his glowing hands and unleashing waves of mana that quickly combined frustrated jackals.

Finally, it transforms into a wolf-headed humanoid sand statue holding a scepter.

It was Old Meth's strongest move, summoning one of the gods of the ancient times.

Oasis Living Buddha ......

Wrong.

It should be Anubis, the god of death in the desert!

The Desert Reaper is ten meters tall and has a powerful attack, striking the bodies of the undead cavalry with precision with every attack, destroying them one by one.

With each undead killed, the Desert Reaper's size expands by a circle, apparently increasing attack damage by 3.

However, the Golden King's curse kept the undead immortal, and the downed undead rose again.

In addition, Old Mos, a rat rat of a sixth-order promotion, is still a little unsightly in front of the army of the Golden King.

Isis likewise joined the battle.

Her strength was only at the level of a third-order promoter.

But Isis is still ready to do something in his pocket.

She stood on top of the sand and looked around.

The boundless desert, the sand and dust are flying, and the howling wind is blowing in a panic.

The sound of horses' hooves is like the beating of drums. The earth trembled.

From the dust emerged a twisted and deformed undead, the golden threads wrapped around them shimmered with an eerie light.

Their eyes are hollow and vicious, and they are terrifying.

The army of the undead quickly rushed in from all directions.

Thousands of figures surrounded the obsidian gathering place, intent on wiping out all gerbils that burrowed into the ground.

There is no escape! Only one battle!

The gerbil people of the desert panicked.

They had confirmed that the undead who had crawled out of hell were really coming for themselves.

But.

Why?

Is this a human conspiracy?!

Does the lord of Mar really want to kill them all?

It's hard to start by yourself, so you can use the Golden King's army of the undead to create an accident!

Of course, Diana, who followed Isis and came to the surface, felt that things were not so simple.

Because according to the legend of the gerbil clan, it is absolutely impossible for humans to manipulate the army of the undead, which is the dead soldier of the Golden King......

Unless someone gets the Golden King's lost treasure.

Or ......

The Golden King himself has awakened......

All in all.

I can only temporarily repel this group of undead monsters before thinking about other things.

"Kaga, can you transform again?"

Diana put away her mind and watched the battle around her.

She asked about the young dragon beside her.

The situation is urgent.

Before they had time to rest, they were about to start fighting again.

Luan shook his head, saying that after the previous explosion, he was a little weak, not only saddled with a cyber loan, but also had no fusion materials.

Need to stuff your head a little bit more.

Instead, Lune glanced at the army of the undead.

A little eager to try, for him, this is the goodwill points sent to the door!

Without opening the can, Lune now needs 2333 points to buy the two-star material of Brand Fusion, and if you count the points deducted from the cyber loan, then now Luan needs to farm close to 5,000 Friendship Points to buy.

That's a lot of money for Lune.

If you destroy this army of undead who have emerged, you should be able to make up 5,000 Opinion Points.

Here's the problem.

How to destroy this group of undead?

At present, Lune only has about 800 Opinion Points available in his hand, and he must make the most of every point resource.

In order to gain stability, Luan gave up gambling on his life to open cans.

Just this one, the devil knows what to draw.

To be on the safe side, Luan set his sights on the items at the bottom of the system shop screen.

【Potion of Strength】

From the outside, is it a strange energy drink or cough syrup?

The label has a skull on it, symbolizing some kind of dangerous goods?

The price is not expensive.

However, with 111 Opinion Points, Lun can currently buy eight bottles, each of which can gain +1 Constitution and +1 Strength, which are potions that can improve basic attributes.

Lune didn't know how much of an increase in Constitution and Strength +8 would give him.

Now Lune's four dimensions are around a dozen points, and the permanent increase in physique and strength at 8 points is already a lot on paper.

Stud!

Gritting his teeth, Lune stopped thinking and manipulated his consciousness to buy several times in a row in the system store.

【Obtaining Items】

【Potion x8】

Subsequently.

Puzzled, Diana saw her dragon cub, didn't know where to take out a few bottles of potion, unscrewed the lid, and showed it off in her mouth.

Knock knock knock.

After a few large mouthfuls of the viscous potion, the young dragon choked and began to cough.

"Ahem......"

There was a flame burning in Lune's throat, and countless streams of heat rose from his abdomen.

[CON +1]

【Strength Judgment Success】

【Strength +2】

The sudden system prompt made Lu feel unexpected.

No matter how bitter and astringent it is, no matter how uncomfortable it is in the throat, it is not comfortable to judge the success of a word.

Drink the medicine, drink the medicine hard.

If you want to become stronger, you have to eat the forbidden fruit!

Eight bottles of potion poured into his stomach, and Rune was extremely hot, perhaps because the dog's qi was activated, and the improvement of his physique and strength was successful several times, adding 13 and 14 points respectively.

The system prompt also sounded at this moment.

[Strength: 30]

[Constitution: 31]

【Unlock the Next Evolutionary Stage】

The light on the surface of the body shimmers.

Then there is a hazy light and shadow.

"Kaga...... Are you alright......"

The battle around her was about to break out, and Diana was so anxious that she wanted to come forward to fight, but the special situation of the dragon cub also worried her.

And the next scene made Diana a little delighted.

Because she saw her dragon cub slowly shedding the outer skin on its body, and its body shone with a silvery white light under the blood-red light, exuding an aura of majesty and strength.

The skin of the baby dragon takes on a transparent texture, as clear as glass.

As the molting progressed, more and more dragon scales fell off its body, shining like silver.

These dragon scales were scattered on the ground, and the shining scales were spread out in the golden sand sea, which looked extremely gorgeous.

Rune's body began to exude a mysterious aura.

The surface of the body gradually revealed some ancient patterns and symbols, exuding a mysterious light, engraved in the depths of Lune's soul like a [brand].

These patterns seem to carry history and power, and also condense the traces of life.

Rune's newborn scales glowed with a dazzling light, exuding a powerful sense of sacredness.

The size of the baby dragon has also become larger, and the body length has doubled, and it has gradually broken away from the range of the cat and cat dragon, and has come to an area of more than 60 centimeters.

This is the size of the dragon that belongs to the dragon. (laughs)

Lune's appearance is also shedding some of his immaturity and youthfulness.

The muscle texture is clearly visible, and the limbs and body shape begin to be full of strength.

In the final stage of molting the baby dragon.

Lune's body surface blooms with breathtaking colors.

The silver-white scales are intertwined with the pitch-black magic patterns, black and white, and the cycle is endless, like a miracle of heaven and earth.

A blinding light erupted.

Lune waved his huge dragon wings and flew in the air, causing Diana to marvel.

Of course, now Lune's attention is completely systematically prompted on one other thing.

It seems that the physical attributes have been able to meet the minimum standard.

【Quest Achievement】

【First molting growth】

[Brave boy, go and create a miracle]

【Quest Rewards】

【Unlocked Poison Brand Primary Access】

The curious Rune raised his claws, and a trace of poisonous mist drifted on the tips of the claws.