Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 319 Crossing the river by touching the old sheep’s head

As the core relic of the magnificent war thousands of years ago, this ancient battlefield is filled with strong resentment, and countless undead wander here. The reason why it is located in the north of the battleship comes from the past name of this place - the underground fortress [Mage Tower] of the Dark Flame Empire.

For a mage, even if he puts aside his racial identity after reincarnation, as long as he is born in the Dark Flame Empire, it is already an extraordinary start like SSR. After all, this is a glorious empire led by a magic emperor, in which the mages enjoy unparalleled social respect and status.

In short, although warriors and crossbows can become masters if they are of a high enough level, compared to a mage who becomes a minor aristocrat as long as he joins the job, no matter who he is, he will be called "Master" by the common people. Still a little too cumbersome.

And according to imperial law, the level of a mage is closely related to the title of aristocrat. Great nobles are not necessarily high-level mages, but high-level mages will definitely be named great nobles, and they can enjoy the clothes, food and mouth. Living a luxurious life, the only thing he needs to do when he opens his eyes every day is magic research, and as an emotional adjustment, bullying men, dominating women, and squeezing the people.

It is even said that in order to pursue more powerful magical talents, the Dark Flame nobles have the tradition of holding a hundred-day sacrifice to the heaven for newborns, and begging the goddess of magic for their offspring with good magical talents. This has never happened, but what if it can happen? Great blessing, let them go further on this rugged road.

Of course, if it is limited to this, it is just a ritual of praying to the gods in order for the nobles to maintain their status. If the devil returns to the devil, he is definitely not worthy of being added with the "even" prefix, so...

Those children who do not have, or simply have poor talent, will be placed on a tray on the altar, and a mage with enough respect will cut out the heart alive, and then squeeze the hot blood into the mouth of the blessed person.

——This kind of thing is called the goddess's nectar by the Dark Flame people. They believe that drinking this can gain the favor of the goddess and improve their magic talent.

With such extreme wizard worship, the status of the [Mage Tower] in the underground fortress of the Dark Flame Empire can be imagined. Its strategic value far exceeds the [Martial Arts Field], [Arsenal] and [Barracks]. It is also a bright spot. The main attack part of the imperial army, the real bosses are all inside.

However, no matter how powerful the armies of the two empires were during their lifetime, the fact that the undead have not been able to leave this area for thousands of years is enough to show the current situation. I am afraid that there are really only some wandering ghosts addicted to obsession.

Therefore, the Shadow Prisoners advanced quite smoothly. The weak undead were killed on the spot, while the powerful undead were converted into their own combat power after being beaten and defeated. It was clearly a series of fierce battles, and the living people did not suffer any loss. The overall combat effectiveness It has also been improved by at least twice.

As for some of the more powerful undead demons that occasionally appear, there are also four elite cadres, the Dragon God, the Lich and the Feathered Spider Queen, who take action to stop them. Two are on the left and two are on the right. These unlucky ones are hideous and ugly and look like mummies. I don't know what huge mistake I made, but I was torn to pieces.

Wait a moment.

The necromancers were about to fight over the control of these high-level undead, but the four of you fought hard and fought hard, and then you all got flattered by me?

Looking at these dead people who were looking up at the sky amidst the debris of the undead, with their mouths open in a daze, and their faces were covered with a layer of dust without even bothering to wipe them, Ji Ming, who even felt a little distressed, had no choice but to speak again.

"Lost lambs, I know you want to offer your loyalty to me, but you are not the only ones who are eager to make achievements on the battlefield. Please look at those mortals walking on the earth!"

After beating these tainted subordinates who were obviously not very good at dealing with each other, Ji Ming observed the situation on the entire battlefield and discovered some problems.

As cannon fodder, the undead ghosts are responsible for the backbone of the resistance line, the core necromancers are responsible for auxiliary field control, and the output fanatics are responsible for roaming and breaking through.

It has to be said that Wendigo's design of the formation of his subordinates is indeed quite clever. It actually formed an alternative iron triangle of war and animal husbandry, forming a virtuous cycle in terms of combat effectiveness.

However, the excellence of the small design cannot conceal the roughness of the large design. It is even said that Lao Yangtou, who has no experience in large-scale wars, may not have considered this aspect at all. He only thinks about letting these subordinate teams break through or increase their combat power. Crushed.

When starting group operations, the excellent underlying structure did not play its due role at all. Either there were too few fierce ghosts on our side, which caused excessive pressure on the fanatic believers, or there were too many ways to die in one place, resulting in a waste of regional combat power. The combat efficiency that could have been further improved was directly severely compromised.

So after observing for a while, Ji Ming temporarily stopped the advancement, regrouped these mages and fanatic believers, and asked more than 200 people to form three brigades with a total of more than 20 teams, and asked them to Then keep fighting within a relatively fixed range.

Although Ji Ming himself and the prisoners in charge of fighting did not do well enough in many aspects when using the "formation" for the first time, and the lack of roaming maneuvers also led to a somewhat rigid distribution of combat power, the improvement in combat efficiency is obvious. , at least there will no longer be the embarrassing situation where a certain group of members get together and others cannot be found when they need it.

Although many fanatic believers still choose to ignore and speak harshly out of loyalty, comfort is comfort, and the necromancers who are paid to do things can no longer help but start to speak out.

"I was talking about why I always felt something strange when fighting before. It turns out that there are too few believer warriors around me. Those high-level undead rely on me to intercept them with magic. Are you not tired?"

"Then there are too many believer warriors around. I can't cure them with the healing technique. I can only forcibly recover some of the possessed undead souls and repeatedly ask them to calm down and retreat."

"Ahem, um, let's hide... I think it's not unfair for the God of Shadows to lose to the master of living things. Look at his strategic vision. Even the messenger can see the problem at a glance. The god himself How strong should it be?”

Although these words are rebellious, the facts are here, and other mages can only respond one after another no matter how subjective they are.

"Yeah, indeed."

"Yeah, indeed."

"……Um?"

Seeing this black-robed believer who had sneaked in for no reason, the mage expressions were a little tense. They were all holding their staffs and preparing to kill people, but suddenly they remembered that they were in someone else's territory.

Tsk, that God of Shadows is just a defeated general among his subordinates. A good bird chooses the right tree to roost. What happened to me changing to a new boss in order to fight for a better future?
They all straightened their backs.

"It's good to know, do you understand!?"

Unexpectedly, the believer nodded seriously and said what he said was right.

"I know."

"???" The strange believer opened his hood, revealing a face that belonged to a bunnyman, and spread his hands.

"If it wasn't for a good meal, who would have nothing to do to endure the pain of transformation? Now that I have finally escaped from control, why should I be loyal? Who can I show my confusion to?"

The reason why the so-called fanatic believers are "crazy" is ultimately because they are affected by the surrounding environment. Now that they have become prisoners held individually, and are surrounded by pioneers to recite sutras for a day, they have thought clearly. It’s time to recognize reality.

As a result, their minds are aroused, and although the fanatic believers who want to find a way out for themselves do not immediately form a loud voice, they are definitely not small in terms of number! In this strange atmosphere, more and more prisoners are looking left and right, wanting to know what others are thinking.

Ji Ming naturally noticed the change in their emotions and couldn't help but sigh that Lao Yangtou was his noble man. Not only did he give him ready-made military templates, but he also gave him a large number of combat power seedlings. He could touch him without doing anything. Cross the river.

Moreover, this feathered man, spider queen, lich, werewolf... It seems that with the secret assistance of Old Sheep Head, the alien version of the transportation captain, he seems to be able to start anew and create another strange meeting.

If we really follow this line of thinking, there are currently five including myself. If we can bring in the little lion, there will only be one missing. This...

Ok?
Just when Ji Ming was wondering where to find this mysterious seventh person, he suddenly felt that his strange luck began to buzz, and he seemed to be locked by something.

The next second, the entire underground space began to shake crazily. If the Dark Flame Empire hadn't used magic to reinforce the surrounding mountain structures in order to build a fortress, I'm afraid the place would have been shaken down.

A huge, ferocious crack suddenly opened in the ground, which bulged like the back of the earth in painful twisting and squeezing. Finally, it gradually solidified in the smoke and dust mixed with the ashes of the dead, forming a huge and heavy gloomy existence.

The twisted and weird figure is covered with all kinds of specious biological limbs, and the countless red eyes all over the body are full of hostility. This monster looks like a moldy potato that has sprouted, but it is No one can laugh.

On the contrary, the well-informed Spider Queen raised her remaining eyes and rolled them upward, making a frightened squeak.

"This is the Earth Resentment Demon. I thought it didn't exist at all!"

In fact, the war ten thousand years ago did not end because the fortress exit collapsed and was sealed. On the contrary, because everyone was trapped in it, whether alive or dead. The survivors of both sides of the war had a chicken-eating contest in the ruins that could be called a hell on earth.

What's even more frightening is that death is not the end. Since the tragic dead have various obsessions, it must be that not all undead can coexist harmoniously. There are always some particularly vicious ones who take pleasure in killing and conquering.

In the long years, the so-called ancient battlefield was actually a paradise full of ambushes and betrayals, deception and killing. The living plotted against the living, and the dead plotted against the dead. The long dark age seemed to have no end.

After the dust settled, all the negative emotions were transformed into strong resentment, deeply rooted in this dirty and filthy land, and transformed into a powerful and strange thing that only existed in legends - the Earthly Resentment Demon .

It is composed of countless people's obsessions and cannot think or communicate. It is strongly bound to the land and cannot leave the ancient battlefield. It can only fall into a long sleep. This is why although there are small movements in the north of the underground city from time to time, there is never a large number of them. The root cause of the undead going south.

But now, it had woken up after being disturbed. The strange auras that were originally scattered throughout the land and had not reacted strongly during detection were all kneaded together, becoming a terrifying giant monster that stood in front of everyone.

This demon of earth resentment, who has been able to reach more than 60 levels after thousands of years, the first thing he did when he appeared in the world was to raise his head and let out a cry. He was obviously underground, but it caused a red rain of blood to fall from the sky. .

Different from the silent malice of the Wendigo, the aura of the Earthly Resentment Demon is chaotic and crazy, as if there are countless people wearing sackcloth and mourning kneeling on the ground, tearing their hearts out, crying so hard that people feel chilled in their hearts.

Therefore, all the creatures who were soaked were horrified to find that their flesh and blood began to melt, and Weiwei felt that an evil aura that was far more arrogant than himself appeared in his consciousness, as if he was trying to assimilate himself into it.

"So cruel?"

Although Ji Ming was definitely not afraid because of the lightning protection, his precious seedlings suffered a severe blow. Some of the lower-level ones were almost melted to death. He had no choice but to teleport all the mages and fanatical believers quickly. Returned to the sideline, temporarily avoiding the deadly rain.

After seeing the Yuto who tried to take the initiative was whipped into a baseball by a tentacle, hit the ceiling without any resistance and fell to his body, he simply packed up these little bosses and threw them out of the battlefield. This is no longer a match they can participate in.

But in the sound that sounded like crying and like the wind, the resentful demon who had lost all his goals could only turn his attention to the small cage with crackling lights at his feet. The gazes from countless eyes were like a thousand people. As he pointed out, even Ji Ming felt his back tighten.

At this moment, members of the core production team who sensed the dangerous aura coming from the north sent messages one after another, saying that they were on their way here and were about to arrive at the battlefield.

But unlike usual, the reply this time was not "I know, be careful on the road", but a simple "No need".

Ji Ming, who had relied on teleportation to drag the cage safely forward, now relied on another teleportation to get out of the Faraday cage, wrapped in heavy thunder, and floated in front of the Earth Resentment Demon.

"Daluo Jinxian, a god has come to this world. Actually, I also want to know how powerful my so-called [divine power of living beings] really is."

If he were a normal person, he would definitely not take action against Ji Ming at this moment. After all, even if humans are not afraid of sea urchins covered in thorns, they would not be so stupid as to catch them without any skills. But standing here is an earthly resentment demon who only has resentment. , so in the next moment.

"Woo~"

The heavy roar was like the whistle of a train. Almost all the limbs on its body rushed towards the creature floating in the air, as if it wanted to drown it alive with death.

Just when the two were about to come into contact, Ji Ming moved his arms, took a deep breath, and clenched his fists fiercely.

(End of this chapter)