Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 564 How come there is also one in the underworld?

Heine didn't know what was happening on the other side.

He only knew that since the Will of the God of War was thrown over, the portal continued to send back several powerful soul fires, but his experience did not increase much.

It seemed that all the guards that Talos brought with him had been killed, and he himself seemed to be unable to return.

By the time Collins had almost repaired the lich's body, a speaking being finally escaped from the other side of the door - an evil spirit with only half of its body left.

It tried to escape from the stronghold in fear, but was pulled in front of Collins with a Disaster Grip.

This is the undead spell version of the Mage's Hand. The former is like a big bag, while this one is more like an invisible retractable chain.

After learning about the current situation outside from the evil spirit, Collins' face turned obviously ugly.

"Zanluo people? There are Zanluo people among their reinforcements???"

“Blood! It’s the burning blood aura, hotter than the Holy Light, more dazzling than the Holy Light, and more hateful than the Holy Light!!”

The evil spirit screamed desperately:

"Lord Taloz was eaten! He was burned! He was eaten alive! He didn't even have time to resist! Run! It will be too late if you don't run now!"

"you shut up!"

Collins stuffed the evil spirit into the resurrection pool and glanced at the tower and the undead creatures crowded around it.

Their "morale" was not shaken at all, because they didn't know what fear was.

He made up his mind and flew directly to the top floor of the tower and rang the big black bell there.

hum~
hum~
The death knell rang, and the low sound spread.

Heine felt as if the ghosts around him were all activated and became restless.

If they were originally in a state of extreme numbness, now they are all tinged with madness.

As a necromancer with his own will, the impact on him was not strong, but even so he still felt uncomfortable.

Those undead creatures that were closely connected to the underworld were in a miserable state.

They were infected by a muddy, all-hating anger and resentment. They no longer lined up in neat rows, but instead rushed into the portal impatiently and desperately!

If there's something blocking your way, push it away!
If you can't push it away, then swallow it!
If you can't eat it, then tear it apart and destroy it!

Anyway, go through that door regardless of the consequences and destroy the world of the living! Vent your anger!

The undead are mad.

The speed of the influx was more than ten times faster, and the light of the portal became dazzling, gradually flickering, as if it could collapse at any time.

Hilda, who was resting in a meditation room, rushed out.

"Collins, you're crazy!"

Collins looked at her and said, "Shut up, woman. If you don't want to lose the contribution points you've worked so hard to save because of this accident, then don't stop me!"

Heine, who was watching the show, was shocked!
Oh shit, contribution points?

Are there contribution points in the underworld?
He suppressed his curiosity and looked at Eric, who was looking up at the two people quarreling, watching with great interest and not moved at all.

Others were not too shocked, only I, as a newbie in the workplace, was surprised.

Heine suddenly realized that this was a completely new word for them as well.

Unlike him, who deals with this stuff all day in McCalla.

Collins' words successfully convinced Hilda. Although she was unwilling, she hurriedly ordered Heine and others to maintain the nodes they were responsible for and ensure that they were stable enough to send away all the undead in front of them.

——It was probably a desperate fight.

Heine thought to himself and returned to the area he was in charge of.

He saw that the withered seeds that had originally grown into the shape of a tree were shrinking, as if some force in the ground was pulling them down.

But the rune light above blocked this trend, but its own light was also being consumed.

All they have to do is keep perfecting the erased runes.

As more and more crazy undead poured into the portal at an accelerated speed, the stronghold gradually became empty.

But correspondingly, the crazy atmosphere is also subsiding.

When Hilda came to inspect the area, Heine asked in a low voice:

"Ma'am, what are contribution points?"

Hilda didn't intend to answer him, but Heine said, "Melvin left yesterday."

As expected, her steps stopped.

Heine's words reminded her that the necromancer in front of her had other uses.

"When your ghost spirit is promoted to the level of ghost messenger, you will naturally know it," she said.

"So how do you get promoted?" Heine asked again.

"You need to contribute more to the underworld."

Hilda left in a hurry after leaving behind this ambiguous remark.

She seemed reluctant to say more, and Heine did not press the issue.

However, he has basically understood that the contribution points of the underworld are also some kind of reward, and they are exactly the same as McCalla's contribution points.

It seems that this name is also a coincidence.

But using points to quantify such achievements is something that is tied to a digital system...

Is this also a coincidence?

And unlike McCalla, the rules here are not transparent, and it is obvious that the truth lies in the hands of people like Hilda and Collins.

They are the ones who have already gotten on board, and are less willing to let others get on board as well.

Maybe he was afraid that he would grab the seat?
Heine couldn't help but want to laugh.

After learning that Hilda knew Melvin, who was Solace's client, Heine asked someone to find out his background.

Who would have thought that these two ladies were close roommates in the same dormitory when they were studying at the Convent of Truth and had a very good relationship for a while.

But unlike Melvin, who came from a middle-class family, Hilda came from the chaotic Island No. 98. Her mother was a half-elf prostitute and her father was a half-Zanlo sailor.

In Melvin's own words, the probability of a person like her being born is lower than that of an ordinary wizard becoming Archmage Scrooge.

The two generally admired each other, but as their student days ended, they completely cut off contact due to differences in their ideals.

In this extraordinary world, men and women are relatively balanced because physiological differences have no effect on the control of extraordinary energy. Therefore, there has been no serious imbalance since the beginning of the evolution of the social structure. There is no male or female rights, only power brought by strength.

So no matter what gender you are, as long as the skin is valuable, you can sell it to anyone, including the Necromancer.

Therefore, Hilda despised Melvin's behavior of keeping men under his skirt simply because it was "breaking the rules of the game."

She longs for fair rules more than anyone else.

At first, she believed that the rules of the Court of Truth were "truth".

However, when she entered the House of Truth, she discovered that people like Melvin even had a high moral bottom line.

Here, for the sake of academic resources, for the approval of papers, for patent applications, for cooperation with the Lion King, and for various purposes, some people stick out their butts, some people take off their clothes, some people recognize fathers, and some people act like dogs. Selling one's body is just a basic operation, and selling one's dignity and soul is the common way of playing.

Veritas's extravagant life is as dazzling as a sky full of stars. Anyone would be dazzled and would do anything to achieve their goals.

Perhaps it was because of these experiences that she chose to turn to the underworld. But what about now?

She seemed to have become the kind of person she hated the most, someone who hid the rules.

...

After the last undead that was lingering in front of the portal was kicked into the portal by Collins, the stronghold became completely quiet.

At this moment, both he, Hilda, and the necromancers who maintained the nodes were exhausted.

Boom!
The rune on the first withered seed shattered, followed by the second, the third...

After the rune was completely shattered, the black plant quickly shrank back into the ground, leaving only a football-sized protrusion.

The surrounding underworld species also collapsed one after another.

The failure of the nodes caused the magic circle to dim gradually, and eventually the portal imprisoned by the tower turned back into a crack.

wow-

A brick of the tower fell off.

Then the second piece, the third piece...

The same is true for other buildings.

As if the acceleration button was pressed, the building in front of me weathered and self-disintegrated rapidly, and finally disappeared into thin air along with the cracks.

Everything returned to calm, with only the original dozen or so people left on the open space.

It's as if nothing happened here.

The whole process took less than five minutes, but to Collins it felt like five hours.

He suddenly summoned his ghost spirit - or rather, it should be called the ghost messenger now, and then took out a gray thing from it.

He cut off two-thirds of it and threw it to Hilda, then walked away without looking back.

"Oh, how generous."

Hilda looked at his back and sneered twice, then took half of the thing and distributed it evenly to the rest of the people.

By the time it was divided into hands, it had become as thin as a gossamer that could disappear at any time.

"Now summon your wraith and feed it this thing," said Hilda.

Heine naturally didn't dare to feed it. His soul had been purified, and God knew what would happen if he fed it.

Fortunately, the others were also doing it for the first time, and Hilda didn’t even look at their clumsy appearance. She just went through the motions and continued:
"Next time if there is another incident, I will summon you."

Then he waved his hand, signaling for them to disperse.

Just like any other day after get off work, regardless of whether they understood what this thing was or not, the necromancers ran away faster than the other, not giving Heine any chance to discuss with them.

"Do you not care so much?"

Heine was somewhat speechless. After dealing with Eric, he felt more and more that these necromancers lived a numb life. But he did not expect that they would be so numb that they did not even care about the opportunity that might involve "promotion".

Just as he was about to leave, Hilda suddenly appeared.

"You wait."

Heine turned back in surprise: "What's the matter, ma'am?"

"I thought it would be better for you to know these things."

Hilda seemed determined to win him over, and took advantage of Collins's frustrated departure to seize the opportunity.

She summoned her own Hades, which was brighter and larger than the others, and had the faint outline of a gem.

After this comparison, Heine suddenly realized that Collins's "Messenger of Hell" seemed to be a skull and had a shape.

Hilda: "The Hades Envoy is more intelligent, can answer more of your questions, and understand more about the rules of the underworld. The key to his promotion is the contribution points just given to you.

"The prerequisite for generating contribution points is to experience an 'event'. Currently known events include but are not limited to [maintaining a portal for more than seven days], [plundering a certain amount of living souls], and [transforming a living being above level seven].

"It's not hard to find that these things are difficult to accomplish by individual efforts, so they require teamwork. Collins seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and intended to make a fortune. He paid a price in advance to recruit Taloz and me, so we can be considered collaborators.

"If it weren't for Macara's reinforcements, he would have already completed major contributions such as 'plundering souls' and 'maintaining the portal'. He could have also captured a steady stream of high-level warlocks from the Ness and converted them. That would have rewarded him with even more contribution points. Unfortunately..." She shrugged and gloated, "He hit a wall."

Heine asked in confusion: "But he obviously didn't succeed in anything, and instead wasted so much power of the undead, so why was there a reward in the end?"

"He's right, you're still too close to the living." Hilda smiled and said, "You must remember that all the power that the underworld projects into the real world is not wasted, because it will always come back, just as it came from there.

“If this was an experiment conducted by the Veritas, then it would involve manpower and material resources, and the investment itself would mean a huge cost, but this is not the case with Collins.

"Although he was in such a mess, he had completed his most basic mission - releasing undead creatures. Especially crazy, powerful undead creatures to spread fear and anxiety.

"This will make the living world more afraid of necromancers, and then they will hunt witches more harshly and kill more of their kind - even if they are not necromancers, they are at least undead after they die."

Meaning basic salary and performance...

Heine's ideas gradually became clear.

The reason why events in the underworld are all no-cost businesses is because they assume that living people cannot attack here, so they can always recuperate.

So they are not in a hurry at all, just like death will come eventually, they just wait quietly for the human world to fall into chaos.

That's why the system connected by bronze mirrors is so loose and the rules are so obscure. It took Heine so long to get from "apprentice" to entry level.

If he wasn't a time traveler, and hadn't learned many of AGE's settings from players, and hadn't relied on McCla's plug-in to cheat, he would probably have just felt confused even after hearing all this.

So he pretended to be confused and said, "But I still don't understand, who issues the contribution points? Is it the omnipotent Lord?"

"My Lord will not be busy with these trivial matters. The distribution of contribution points is the 'rules' of the underworld. It operates on its own and is not controlled by outsiders, even my Lord."

——As expected.

Heine thought that the underworld also had its own system, and it was hierarchical. Thanatos could not handle so many things alone.

Seeing him thinking, Hilda said with relief: "It seems that you have thought of it. This is an absolutely fair and just rule. You have not seen the bloated and bureaucratic administrative system of the Institute of Truth. If you have seen those vested interests who are bloated and looking for trouble, you will firmly believe that only our Lord can lead intelligent creatures to the future they deserve, rather than self-destruction."

"I don't deny that the Lord's rules are absolutely fair and just." Heine shrugged, "But the prerequisite is that I have to know it."

Hilda immediately glared at him sternly: "How dare you question my Lord?"

"I... Never mind, I didn't say that!"

Heine had no choice but to deny the three consecutive times.

"No is the best. You must never have such thoughts." Hilda snorted and warned: "If you betray the living, you can at least escape to the underworld, but if you betray my Lord... people will always die, and some people would rather die than live."

"I will keep your teachings in mind."

Heine nodded and agreed.

The two of them parted ways immediately, and he returned to the study only after confirming that no third party showed up.

As soon as he came back, he took out the "contribution points" he had just obtained.

After the spiritual ashes were dispersed, a gray thread just appeared and was quickly washed away by the incoming raw materials.

Then, a hint of blue gradually replaced the gray.

“Is this… the root cause???”

Heine was stunned.

(End of this chapter)