Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 502 Going Home
"So, not only did you not fall into the illusion, but you also used it to recover some of your strength?"

After a brief communication, Heine asked back.

Next to him were five players standing obediently.

Even though they are all dressed in fancy clothes, after Heine tightened their freedom, they are now just five telephone poles.

At the critical moment, Heine suddenly remembered that he was still their master in name, so he quickly tightened control and avoided a tragedy.

All I can say is that it's a good thing that Teacher Xia gets into trouble from time to time, giving him the opportunity to review how to operate this command, otherwise he would have to use the beacon given by the Mad King to escape at that moment.

Then poor old Deng was left alone to be ravaged by these five guys.

hiss……

That scene is so tragic no matter how you think about it.

Catching Sheep: "Yes, I guess this has something to do with the training we received before. We have long been accustomed to 'entering dreams'. Similarly, if ordinary Macara soldiers receive the same level of training in the 'copy', they may also develop resistance to the illusion array here."

"That's it..."

Heine was thoughtful.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain, using deep sleep and light sleep to counter similar spells.

As for the answer of catching the sheep, it was within his expectations.

Ever since the birth of McCalla's system, Heine and the players have been in a tacit understanding of the two-way exploration of the character of "Future Warrior".

When he first created the instance, he took the lead by throwing out the sentiment “So this is why your combat awareness is so terrifying” as an introduction. The players immediately took the bait and said “Yes, that’s right, that’s it”, and then they kept piling up the process based on this answer, and finally both sides reached a consensus.

——The system and the copy are a real training program for combat personnel in the future.

To some extent, if "AGE" is regarded as a large-scale copy of simulated combat training, then this is not a lie, but a fact.

So this seemingly confusing conversation actually made both parties feel relieved.

Except for the Mad King.

Urumont was still trapped in the cage outlined by the code staff. This thing was related to the banishment spell, and it would not be able to get out until an eighth-level warlock finished casting the spell.

This gave the Mad King a great shock.

He never thought that someone's spell structure could be so dense... No wonder Urumont couldn't escape.

He couldn't escape either.

It’s just that he has a way to break through the barrier, but this poor nature spirit can’t.

It was polluted at a time when it should have been slowly developing a gentle character, and was later cruelly devoured. It couldn't be more tragic.

The banishment spell in front of him is the Northeastern people's own spell level.

When the skill reaches level nine, there will be a qualitative change. In terms of firmness, it is simply the difference between puffed food and compressed biscuits.

While Zhuoyang was reporting on his work as a representative, Heine was also whispering to the Mad King, telling him not to be afraid, as he was not the kind of person who would start a fight over a disagreement.

As for the others, they were looking at the Mad King.

President Sa: "Is this Lao Deng the Mad King? I'm really surprised. I've never seen this look in the game."

Teacher Xia: "Nonsense, there is no such part in the game. All we saw were fake skeletons placed by the wizard."

Wei Dian Yuan: "Then the question is, if he is defeated by Heine directly, what about the bosses in other divisions, what about the experience, and what about the equipment? Even though it was made up by the wizard, they at least gave him the stuff!"

Teacher Xia: "Fuck, you are right!"

He didn't care about experience or not, he only cared about the double daggers of sin.

Teacher Xia: "Should I talk to Heine?"

Wei Dian Yuan: "??? You're going to rob him now, right?"

Teacher Xia: "What do you mean by open robbery? It sounds like we solved a big problem for the Mad King and saved him from the wizard. Shouldn't we ask for a reward?"

Da Huang: "But from what I see from Heine, he doesn't want things, he wants people."

President Sa: "It's too small. Your vision is too narrow. You are still too young. How can Heine only want people?"

Sure enough, not long after Mr. Sa said this, Heine brought up this topic.

"To what extent can you control this place if Urumont is imprisoned?"

The Mad King looked at the cage and said with emotion: "In fact, what I can do is not much better than it, because this 'holy land' is borrowed, and I am not that good at psychic arts, and even resist it. Therefore, most of the effects rely on the nodes engraved on the rune bones in reality, and the soul furnace array on the wall.

"But now that Urumont's authority has been reduced to this extent, it means that your companions have not given up. They destroyed the nodes and the magic circle outside. Otherwise, even if Urumont was trapped, he could escape by restarting the magic circle. So you can understand that after I completely abandon this part of my soul, this 'holy land' has nothing to do with me to some extent."

Heine pondered for a moment, then made a decision:

"It's pretty much what I imagined. So the final situation is - a polluted nature spirit, a deserted sanctuary, a destroyed temple, and a crypt hidden under the temple - what's in your crypt?"

...

Mr. Sa: "See! I told you he wouldn't let go of Lao Deng's treasure!"

Wei Dianyuan: "You are amazing. No one knows a father better than his son, Mr. Sa."

...

"If you're expecting treasure from an ancient empire, you'll be disappointed."

The Mad King shook his head slightly. "Most magical equipment only lasts 100-200 years. After that, the elements will be lost and the spirituality will be gone, just like ordinary objects. Even with the protection of the spirit in the weapon, the latter will gradually lose its mind over the long years. In the end, I had to send them away personally to prevent the weapons from rioting.

“The only things that have survived time are the original fortress walls, fortresses and buildings, the deserted squares and streets, and the crisscrossing but silent paths.

"In addition, there are magic circles connected to the Holy Land, which are engraved on several obelisks. Although the materials of the latter are precious, at best they are the same as the walls of the temple, and the quantity is incomparable... Even if I give them all to you, it will be difficult for you to take anything away."

"Take it away for what?"

Heine smiled and said, "Of course we should keep such a good thing and make some changes to it. Since we can't take it away, we can just move it here!"

"What?" The Mad King was shocked. He felt that Heine was even crazier.
"Use this place as a base? In this place that was once a rift and is now next to the underworld, where the void may invade at any time and is full of pollution and cracks?"

"That's the past and the present here, but it's definitely not the future."

Heine chuckled and said, "The Macara people are the most experienced in dealing with this kind of mess."

...

A few people were talking and laughing at first, but now they were all silent.

After a while, Mr. Sa couldn't hold it in any longer and said, "He...he won't even want this copy, right?"

Teacher Xia: "You are still too young. How could Heine only want people?"

Mr. Sa: "..."

……

"Why aren't you awake yet?"

At the entrance of the underground palace, facing the five skeletons, Ian paced back and forth, muttering to himself.

Olaf: "Would you mind being quiet for a moment? I almost fell asleep."

Ian went over and punched him on his armor twice: "How dare you sleep in such a dangerous place!"

"Just a joke..."

Olaf shrank his neck and looked at Veronica on the other side who also had a serious expression.

"Even if the sky falls, there is always someone taller to hold it up."

Ian didn't know how to answer.

Auntie frowned: "At this point, I have to suspect that we destroyed too many nodes, so they are trapped inside... Ian, I remember you learned the psychic skill called 'Soul Collector', can you extract their soul fire from their bodies?"

Ian was stunned and almost blurted out "toilet plunger".

At this moment, Heine's voice came from the depths of the shadow-covered cave.

"Yes, you guessed it right."

The four of them grabbed their weapons at the same time.

"Is it true?" Olaf asked in a low voice.

Ian snorted, "It must be fake. How could the real Heine deceive my perception?"

"Then you are wrong."

Heine walked out slowly.

In his hand he held a crowned skull with a dark red dagger stuck in the top of his head.

He raised the thing in his hand and said, "Look, with this here, even if I walk in front of you, you won't be able to sense my presence."

Several people looked solemn and still did not dare to let their guard down.

Seeing this, Heine didn't say anything more. He raised his hand and drew out the soul fire of the five skeletons.

This action immediately eased the atmosphere.

The fact that he can control the soul fire of the skeleton proves his identity.

Heine then took out the core of a radioactive lamp, and under the nourishment of the soft white light, it didn't take long for the soul fires to fly back one after another.

Restarting when you are in doubt can solve 90% of the problems.

The same is true this time.

My aunt was right. After the node was destroyed, several people were indeed trapped inside, including Urumont himself.

But Heine had the beacon sent by the Mad King. After discussing everything with the Mad King, he teleported himself back, and then left the underground palace holding the Mad King's bones as agreed.

The gray fog did not hinder him along the way. He successfully reached the entrance of the temple above and awakened the skeletons by restarting them.

"It's finally over."

Hearing the players in his mind sighing that they didn't have enough fun, Heine also breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though he was chatting and laughing with the Mad King, keeping his nerves tense was no joke.

He was almost about to make a handprint on the bottle containing the War Dog.

"it's over?"

Ian said in surprise, and the other three were also a little stunned.

"Yes, it's over."

Heine nodded and pointed to the skull in his hand.

"I'll introduce him to you guys when I get a chance. Now let him rest for a while."

Upon hearing this, everyone except Ian looked ashamed.

They felt that they had not contributed much and instead needed Heine's skeleton to rescue them.

Ian was most familiar with Heine's style, and took the initiative to enlighten everyone: "If we are really useless, this guy will have already started to settle accounts with us. Since he didn't do that, it means we made the most correct choice, and..."

He also looked at the head.

"You've got a lot, haven't you?"

“It’s our reward.”

Heine smiled.

(End of this chapter)