Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 545 The Temptation of Contribution Points
Mystic camp.

The flames gradually died down, and Melvin and the Magb agents narrowed the encirclement, then counted out eleven charred bodies one after another.

The sneak attack effect was outstanding at the cost of sacrificing a McFlurry.

No one in this team survived except Luo Xian who had escaped long ago.

Walking to the two corpses in the center, Melvin recognized the melted arcane light armor - shield-enhanced type.

This was the wizard's last trump card, but unfortunately it couldn't stop the shock wave and high temperature at the center of the explosion.

If nothing unexpected happens, these two people are Calvin and Derek, the battle mages sent by the Institute of Truth to complete the mission together with Lothian.

Judging from the traces left by the burning magic props around them, these two people were armed to the teeth.

If she were really allowed to bring people to fight against them, it would be impossible to achieve such results without paying some price.

To be honest, she initially took the suggestion of catching the sheep out of spite.

——Since the other party looks down on her, there is nothing for her to save.

But now it seems that this decision was extremely correct.

At this time, Melvin saw that the guy named Todd was asking people to set up a simple requiem totem, and he had already moved several corpses over.

"What are you doing?" she asked curiously.

“Send them to the Shadow Realm and complete their final journey safely. Otherwise they will be captured by the false gods and turned into undead creatures.”

Melvin couldn't help but become more curious: "But isn't that a better punishment for them? Don't you hate the Veritas people's blockade and control of Macara?"

"We never hated the Veritas, ma'am."

Todd looked at her and said, "If we hate you, why would we go with you?"

Melvin was speechless for a moment: "I... I am different from them. We are on the same side."

"So you see, it doesn't matter who they are, we just have different positions, there is no need to hate them."

Todd thought of himself as he answered.

Hatred is continuous and difficult to eliminate.

If that was the case, he from the Roaring Mercenaries would have already become an undead in the alfalfa garden.

Melvin laughed: "I don't know whether to praise you for being noble or call you hypocritical."

Todd shrugged, not caring at all.

But he asked in return: "Madam, if you keep living with hatred, won't you feel tired?"

Melvin suddenly fell silent.

She realized why she felt so light after arriving in McCalla.

She let go of so much stuff.

Her current achievements were built on hatred.

She hated every competitor she had when she was in school.

Hate their talents, their brains, their origins, their backgrounds, even their race and gender.

Later, when she joined Opry, she hated every competitor on her way to promotion, so she used all means to completely crush them and climb to the top.

However, her hatred did not dissipate at that time, but instead she felt empty because she had lost her target.

She could no longer escape the feeling of hatred.

Once you try to pursue peace, you will immediately fall into a kind of thirst.

That is the burning feeling that the flame of hatred brings when it licks the heart.

She was deeply addicted and couldn't extricate herself.

She couldn't tell where her hatred came from, she only knew that she needed hatred - she needed a goal, she needed to rely on it to survive, and she needed the maintenance of this flame to feel that she was "alive".

And she never realized these things until she truly found peace.

"Ma'am? Ms. Melvin?"

Melvin's thoughts were interrupted by Todd, and he looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Todd: "We have finished processing here. We have taken all the valuables with us. Please count them again."

"it is good."

Melvin's perception covered the entire camp, and he was surprised to find that these "agents" had extraordinary...professionalism in handling the spoils.

Professional! Very professional!

After purifying the possible remaining souls in the bodies, they did not bury them on the spot, but disguised the scene as an airship crash.

She had been worried that they would act like real rednecks and try to take everything they could.

In the end, they took nothing.

——In fact, it should be so, because the violent explosion destroyed almost everything. Even things that were intact on the outside had their internal structures destroyed.

They only took away the core components of the McFlurry console and some structures that might expose the fire.

This was far beyond Melvin's expectations.

It takes more than just a few people to have such high-quality, stealth-skilled, and well-trained agents...

The key is training!
Where did their instructors come from?
Shadowy Footsteps in the North? Brotherhood of the Whispering Woods?

impossible……

If these two organizations had such strong professionalism, they would not have never been noticed by the Institute of Truth...

Although he was confused, Melvin did not ask any more questions and took them directly to the Luku people's camp.

Not long after they left, Luo Xian came back in a circle.

He set up a simple soul-sucking magic circle in a bush farthest from the scene, trying to find a few residual souls to inquire about the situation, but found nothing.

"Sure enough, they knew my identity from the beginning."

Lothian muttered.

There are only necromancers who betray the living, but there are no living people who betray necromancers.

Extraordinary energy is the most reliable mark of loyalty, which no one can violate.

Therefore, living people simply cannot imagine that the necromancer has the means to obtain information from the battlefield...

But the Macalla people are clearly an exception.

This further deepened his fear of Gittier.

"Are they disguising the scene like this to hint at how I should explain this to the outside world?"

After taking a final look at the smoking camp, Loxian turned and disappeared into the jungle to the south.

...

On the other hand, despite having estimated the fighting power of the sheep catchers as exaggerated as possible, everything he saw at the scene still made Melvin feel strongly unreal.

He captured the famous Arbiter Alpite, four paladins, and took out the baggage of the sixteen-man team from the encrypted Holy Light Box.

Melvin knew he should be surprised by the former - Alpite was known for his fighting ability and stubbornness.

However, as the queen of Opry and a businessman who made her fortune by selling void capsules, she deeply understood how difficult the latter was...

But she had shown too much shock today, and it would be very rude if she continued to talk like a city dweller who had never seen the world.

Besides, this might be some kind of confidentiality measure taken by McCla, and she had no right to ask about it now.

So she suppressed her curiosity, counted the goods first, then dealt with the captives, and finally spoke casually:
"How do we transport these things? How did you get them out of the Holy Light Box? Of course, if this is a secret, you don't have to answer."

Zhuoyang was busy moving things just now, and only now had time to reply:

"Someone is moving it, don't worry. This thing is called a soul collector, it's sold in Macara's system store, 100 contribution points."

"Soul collector?" Melvin was surprised: "Could it be possible that the method of soul science can decipher the key of the void capsule?"

"It's not about deciphering, it's about opening. The suction of the soul collector can destroy the 'frame' of the void capsule in other planes, causing the entire structure to collapse. This will produce four results."

"Which four?"

"How would I know? Go back and read the product manual. Please move aside. I'm going to call for a porter."

Melvin was still immersed in the shock brought by the words "product instructions" and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Then, she saw the other party raise two two-handed swords and cross them into a cross.

As the golden light covered the sword, a golden shadow was formed in the open space.

It has a human upper body and a horse lower body, and has a pair of wings on its back.

This is a holy light creature that is as orthodox as can be and should hate undead creatures very much.

But the first thing it did after it appeared was to greet the skeleton that summoned it:
"What a pure holy light this is! My compatriots!"

(End of this chapter)