69novels Chapter 125 Rediscovering Necromancy
Chapter 125 Rediscovering Necromancy
Chapter 126 Rediscovering Necromancy
As the exploration area expanded, Huo Yuhao's perception revealed more than just a desolate wasteland; different terrains began to appear, and various remains and skeletons gradually increased.
There are scattered skeletons similar to those of the giant beasts from before, as well as some relatively small bone fragments left by various different creatures, and even occasionally some rusted metal fragments that are almost unrecognizable.
Huo Yuhao accepted all of these without hesitation. His mental energy, like a highly efficient factory assembly line, collected, refined, and transformed these "materials" one by one. New skeleton soldiers of various shapes were summoned and merged into the ever-growing gray torrent.
Because there are no materials related to souls, all the undead creatures are merely tools driven by Huo Yuhao's spiritual seed.
However, the mental strain required to maintain this army was negligible for Huo Yuhao, who had improved his cultivation level and was constantly recovering through the Concentration Technique; in fact, it was even slower than his own recovery speed.
Because this plane lacks a sun, moon, and stars, and there is no cycle of day and night, the flow of time becomes extremely blurred. After an unknown amount of time, a region unlike the deathly still environment suddenly appeared in Huo Yuhao's perception.
Huo Yuhao keenly sensed the anomaly in this area. The pervasive malice and bloodlust there, like a lighthouse in the night, were several times stronger than elsewhere, carrying a chilling vitality.
"Found it—" Huo Yuhao's spirits lifted. "Mirror, sense it. Does the aura here originate from the extraterrestrial evil race?"
Upon hearing this, the Mirror of Protection connected with Huo Yuhao's soul, sensing the aura of that area through his spiritual clone within the army of the undead.
"Yes and no!" The voice of the Guardian Mirror rang out: "It's not a branch of the extraterrestrial evil race, but a puppet behemoth they created. It should be asleep right now."
"So, this plane has completely fallen, and there's no longer any resistance." The Mirror of Guardians' voice was somewhat deep: "Otherwise, they wouldn't have put their subordinates into slumber."
"Let's start here!" Huo Yuhao murmured.
He immediately commanded the undead army to surround the area.
Huo Yuhao did not launch an attack immediately. Like the most cautious hunter, after encircling the area, he dispatched his undead army to spread outwards from that area. The grayish-white sea of bones flooded the area, constantly searching for any usable materials to increase the number of undead.
As the number of undead surpassed one million, the split soul responsible for commanding the undead army in this area finally felt a bit of mental pressure, as if an invisible thread had been stretched to its limit.
"Need a node—" Huo Yuhao's divided soul consciousness flowed, recalling the knowledge that his master, Electrolux, had once told him.
He concentrated his mind, and his immense spiritual power, mixed with the death energy of this world, acted like an invisible giant hand, controlling hundreds of thousands of skeleton soldiers to move.
Countless pale skeletons, like a swarm of ants imbued with intelligence, began frantically moving and piling up. Huge bone blocks were stacked to form a base, while smaller bone fragments were inlaid like bricks.
In a short while, several bizarrely shaped and twisted spires made of countless skeletons rose from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Thick, gray-black mist swirled around the tower, emanating intense mental energy, like a giant signal amplifier—this was the necromancer's strategic building used to assist in controlling a massive army: the Spirit Tower!
The moment the Spirit Tower was completed, the pressure on Huo Yuhao's split soul was suddenly relieved. It acted like an efficient central hub, sharing the burden of directly controlling a massive number of undead units.
After building several more spirit towers, Huo Yuhao continued to collect materials and summon the undead. Soon, the army numbered two million.
However, Huo Yuhao was not satisfied. He looked at the sea of bones composed of low-level skeletons before him, his brows furrowing slightly. The Mirror of Protection's fear of the extraterrestrial evil race was not unfounded. With just these Dou Shi-level skeleton soldiers, they probably couldn't even get close to that malicious core.
"We need stronger soldiers" — Huo Yuhao's gaze fell on the newly built Spirit Tower, and a thought became clear.
He manipulated more undead around the perimeter, and began to build several larger and more complex bone structures—the Altars of the Dead—around the Spirit Tower.
Meanwhile, near the altar, bone fields paved with skeletons and inscribed with eerie runes were rapidly constructed.
"What's the use of these two types of buildings? And why are you building so many?" The Guardian Mirror was somewhat surprised, and it was particularly curious about Huo Yuhao's methods for fighting against the extraterrestrial evil race.
In the past, it was the extraterrestrial evil races that used the corpses of their enemies to create various cannon fodder, but now Huo Yuhao actually has this ability! It couldn't help but become more interested in the Dou Qi Continent.
"To create more advanced undead creatures," Huo Yuhao explained casually.
He intended to use these skeletal remains and the pervasive aura of death to attempt to create more advanced undead creatures. Although he had learned most of the necromancy from Electrolux, Huo Yuhao had never tried this method before, so he was somewhat nervous.
Taking a deep breath and getting ready, Huo Yuhao's eyes narrowed, and his mental energy, like an invisible giant net, enveloped the newly built altar of the dead and the bone field.
After sending another order to the undead in the bone field to kill each other, Huo Yuhao moved his mind slightly and released control over the hundreds of thousands of ordinary skeletons in the bone field.
In an instant, the once silent bone field came to life! Countless pale skeletons seemed to be infused with a violent ferocity, and a murderous aura emanated from their empty eye sockets!
At this moment, they were no longer comrades-in-arms, but like trapped beasts thrown into an arena, brandishing bone blades and claws, and frantically pouncing on the nearest of their kind!
Click! Click! Click!
The ear-piercing sounds of bones breaking and colliding echoed throughout the bone field! There were no other sounds, only the most primal and chilling killing.
Bone fragments flew everywhere as broken arm and leg bones were trampled into the pale, bony ground. With each collision and tear, the faint death energy and power contained within the skeleton soldiers dissipated and mingled in the violent conflict.
The energy dissipated from the dead skeletons was absorbed by the eerie runes inscribed beneath the bone field. It was then transformed into a purer and more violent death energy, spreading out like a viscous black mist, nourishing the undead still alive within the bone field.
Meanwhile, on the altar of the undead, Huo Yuhao's control was precise and ruthless. With a slight thought, five or six relatively intact ordinary skeleton soldiers would ascend to the top of the altar each time, standing in the intricate rune groove at the center.
hum!
The altar suddenly shone with a deep, dark light! Countless black rune chains, condensed from death energy, shot out from the base of the altar like venomous snakes, instantly coiling around and piercing into the bones of the skeleton soldiers!
"Uh—click click click!"
The skeletons trembled violently, groaning under the strain. Then, a torrent of death energy, far exceeding their limits, surged through the runic chains and into their fragile bones like a burst dam!
Bang bang bang!
A series of crisp cracking sounds followed. Most of the skeleton soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they shattered into pieces under the impact of the dark light, turning into a handful of pale bone dust, which was completely absorbed by the altar and became nourishment for building a stronger undead.
Only a very few skeletons did not immediately disintegrate under the onslaught of death energy; instead, their bone color deepened as they violently twisted and deformed.