6kv Chapter 430 Corpse Materials, The Ark's Undead Arsenal
Chapter 430 Corpse Materials, The Ark's Undead Arsenal
Chapter 430 Corpse Materials, The Ark's Undead Arsenal
As the banner of heroes was unfurled, the faint roars of the heroes could be heard, sounding like thunderclaps.
Immediately afterwards, a faint blue light spread outwards from the ark in all directions.
Under the glow of the light, the cadets of Haicheng Military Academy felt a surge of courage rise within them.
The weariness and timidity that had been lingering in my heart vanished instantly, like shadows cast by sunlight.
"This is... a rare battle-type treasure?"
Ah Kai blurted out in surprise.
Then he saw a chaotic, swirling mass of death magic appear on the Ark's raised left hand.
The magical structure was a deep blue color and slowly rotated in the air, inspiring a sense of fear.
Power-up reel!
Strengthen your Bone Spirit Orb!
Dusk buff!
With triple enhancements, Ark unleashed the skeletal shockwave it had been holding back.
A strange ball of energy, trailing a long fiery tail, flew from the Ark's hand and landed in the densest area of the Mud Spring Banshees.
"boom!"
The deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, causing shockwaves to surge and even causing the dark cloud that had been summoned by the Dharma practitioners to tremble.
Starting from the epicenter of the explosion, waves of dark blue energy surged outwards.
The seemingly wet Mud Spring Slug convulsed like dry firewood the moment it came into contact with the eerie blue light.
Surrounded by death energy, the Mud Spring Banshee screamed and ran around wildly, bringing chaos to those Mud Spring Banshees who were not covered by the skeletal shockwave.
In the blink of an eye, the mud nymphs blocking the way had all turned into terrifying, corroded corpses.
"Merciful spirit of nature—"
Having witnessed this scene firsthand, Akai's voice cracked twice, like a dry gear without oil, before falling silent.
"Now's the time! Charge out!"
"All troops, charge!"
Akai and the other onlookers were all stunned and speechless by the horrific carnage caused by the Ark.
But Fangzhou didn't stand still.
He continued to swing the Necromancer's Orb, unleashing terrifying necromancy upon the mudwolves, whose numbers had noticeably dwindled.
At the same time, he also directed the soldiers of the expedition to form a charging formation, preparing to launch a counterattack.
Akai also realized what was happening, and charged forward with a roar, swinging his spear like a whirlwind.
The mud nymphs near him were sliced apart by blades burning with emerald green battle energy, turning into lifeless, rotting chunks of flesh.
The Cataclysm Squad, the Gale Squad, the Thunderfire Squad, and their natural allies.
Without hesitation, they followed the undead summons that had switched from defense to offense, charging into the horde of Mud Spring Banshees.
Although these mudwomen show many signs of undead nature, they cannot yet be considered fully undead creatures.
Therefore, they do not possess the cold-blooded mentality of the undead.
Under the combined assault of the Ark's magical storm and the charging of the combatant students, most of the Mud Spring Banshees could only stumble and fall, their arms outstretched, before being corroded into a charred and twisted mess.
Whenever the Mudwomen show any tendency to gather together, the Ark can immediately detect their movements by using the Skeleton Bat squad to firmly occupy the high-altitude view.
Under his precise command, other magic practitioners then unleashed a barrage of ranged spells to bombard the area.
A particularly loud clap of thunder echoed through the sky, followed by another.
A bolt of lightning, like a spear shot down from the sky, pierced into the horde of mudwomen surrounding the group.
Screams erupted one after another.
Then came the second and third courses —
Five bolts of lightning struck in quick succession, finally halting the attack of the Mud Spring Banshees.
Now, the expeditionary force has gained an absolute advantage on the entire battlefield.
Harpies and skeletal bats patrolled the sky, searching for the unknown enemy hiding behind the Mud Spring Banshee.
However, so far we have gained nothing.
Fang Zhou frowned, realizing that the culprit who might have caused the group of Mud Spring Banshees to become undead had escaped in the chaos.
Having made this judgment in his mind, he no longer cared about anything else and commanded the passionate Nature Expedition to completely annihilate the group of Mud Spring Banshees who had been fighting them for more than half an hour.
Soon, with the last Mud Spring Banshee's scream, the Natural Expedition, under Ark's command, easily annihilated the undead Mud Spring Banshees without suffering any casualties.
Before many spoils of war sank into the depths of the swamp, Gu Yueyuan and Zhang Wu led the group in a hurried search of the battlefield.
In the mythical era, every available resource was extremely precious.
Therefore, all the students at Haicheng Military Academy developed the good habit of promptly collecting spoils of war to fund future wars.
Fang Zhou wasn't idle either; he took out some dissection equipment from his spatial storage capsule and temporarily set up a dissection site.
Then he began directing the undead creatures to dissect the corpses of these usable mudwomen.
Soon, Ark confirmed that these Mud Spring Banshees did indeed show signs of being turned into undead in large numbers, and were in a strange state of being half-alive and half-dead due to unknown modification technology.
Fangzhou, as if seeing a prey, collected all the corpses of these mud spring witches.
Regardless of the connection between these mudwomen and the Naraku civilization tomb deep in the withered swamp, these signs of undead transformation alone should provide Master Sandru with plenty of useful skill material inspiration for his artificial undead skills.
However, all of this will have to wait until he returns to the Haicheng Military Academy.
After a half-hour rest, the battlefield, which had been littered with corpses and covered in blood, was completely swallowed up by the withered swamp.
After recovering somewhat and treating a few unfortunate wounded, the expedition team continued its journey deeper into the swamp.
Fangzhou gathered the other commanders together to discuss the next course of action.
He first briefly shared his findings from dissecting the body of the Mud Spring Banshee with everyone.
Forestman Ma Xiangdao Akai paused for a moment, then rolled his eyes and began to think.
"The Mud Spring Banshee is not a specialty of the Withered Swamp."
I've dealt with them before; they're a bunch of cowards even more cowardly than goblins.
"Let alone a large force like ours, even a regular patrol squad is enough to keep the Mud Spring Banshee from approaching."
"Since it is a living thing, it is possible to be killed by necromancy and then transformed into an undead."
These mudwomen have shown very obvious signs of undead transformation.
This also means that our target, that burial ground of the dead, may have undergone some terrifying changes that you haven't observed before.
Fangzhou suddenly mentioned a chilling possibility.
"Lord Ark, your words have terrified me."
The flower fairy Milio shuddered. "Anyway, we wiped out those mud nymphs; not a single one of us was killed."
"Someone's approaching!"
Just as everyone was talking, the forest centaurs on guard suddenly let out a low, rapid roar.
The marching troops stopped and looked around.
A thin mist always lingered in the withered swamp, but now it has become much thicker.
Some dark figures were closing in from all directions!
"So many, werewolves, snake people, and mud nymphs—"
And there's this ugliest mud nymph riding a swamp slime!
Having just easily won a bloody battle and proven their combat prowess in real combat, the members of the Natural Expeditionary Team performed significantly better than last time.
They took up their weapons. They remained alert and focused, but did not appear flustered.
However, this time the monsters that appeared were not only the Mud Spring Banshee, but also the fierce and strong werewolf with a spiked club in his hand, and the slender snake man with scales all over his body that looked like withered leaves.
The former's reputation for ferocity far surpasses that of the Mud Spring Banshee; she dares to charge at an entire squad of knights without flinching.
Although the latter is not as fierce as the werewolf, its scales provide the best camouflage.
In addition, with the short bow he carried made of poisonous wood native to the swamp, the poisoned arrows would often pierce his body before he would become aware of it.
"This is unbelievable! How could these monsters gather together like this? It shouldn't be like this!"
Akai, who was most familiar with this place, looked on with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.
There is always friction between the werewolf tribe and the snake tribe.
The Mud Spring Banshee has conflicts with all the indigenous tribes of the withered swamp.
If the monsters of the Withered Swamp could gather like this, they could have established their own power long ago.
No one paid attention to Akai's mutterings; everyone was silently preparing for battle.
Fangzhou silently calculated whether the undead creatures he had summoned were enough to form a tight defensive line.
It looks like we're in for a fierce and arduous battle this time!
As the spellcaster trainees, who had mastered the combined spellcasting skill, chanted, a dark cloud gradually condensed and took shape above the group.
Seeing this, the monsters surrounding the group stirred slightly, but still did not pounce.
They stood there in unexpected silence, brandishing their weapons menacingly.
"What are these guys waiting for?"
"Why don't you just go and ask?"
A thought suddenly struck Fang Zhou, and he took a step forward, asking loudly.
"Why are you, the natives of the withered swamp, surrounding us?"
His voice echoed over the swamp, and to everyone's surprise, a voice immediately responded from among the monsters.
"Humans, you have stepped into our home, so of course we must deal with you."
The voice spoke fluent Common Tongue, but the tone was very strange, hoarse, and unfriendly.
"This withered swamp is territory that has just appeared in the Forest of Nature."
This is indeed your home.
Fang Zhou nodded in agreement. "But who are you?"
Another sound rang out, accompanied by a hissing sound like a snake flicking its tongue.
"Human brat, when those arrows pierce your eyes and heart, remember, it was the Venomous Fang tribe who did it!"
The speaker emerged from the horde of monsters; he was an exceptionally thin snake-man, holding a grayish-white short bow.
"And there's the Howling Wolf Tribe!"
An unfamiliar voice rang out from another direction, this time ending with a whooshing sound that seemed to belong to a wolf.
Immediately afterwards, a tall werewolf pushed aside his companion and stepped out.
It wore rough armor made of animal hides and held a huge flail in its hand.
This heavy weapon looked very old; the rusty, spiked hammerhead was as big as a small imp's head, and it swung menacingly in the werewolf's hand.
"I am Gunara, the shaman of the Demon Swamp Tribe."
The first voice to answer spoke, and then an exceptionally large and strange black shadow wriggled forward.
When the mist dissipated before it, the Ark discovered that the shadowy figure was actually a ragged mudwomen riding a monster it had never seen before.
This monster looks somewhat like an overly robust slime.
However, Ark knew that no ordinary slime had ever possessed such ferocious and cold-blooded red eyes as this monster, nor did it have the sturdy scales with a bronze luster on its body.
"This monster is a swamp slime, Lord Ark."
Akai hurriedly warned from behind Ark, "When the fight starts, never look directly into the eyes of the swamp slime."
Many people lose their lives in this inexplicable way.
"Hopefully, a fight won't break out."
Fangzhou tilted his head and answered softly, then turned his attention back to what was ahead.
Although the leaders of these three swamp natives appear fierce and ruthless, they are definitely not like the lawful and kind flower fairies and nature allies.
But at least they are intelligent and can communicate, making them much stronger than the silent, undead mudwolves who only knew how to fight and kill.
"Dear tribal leaders of the Withered Swamp, we come from the Flower Fairy Queen's tribe, passing through the Withered Swamp to attack the undead tomb that plagues so many living beings."
Why are you blocking our way?
"The Flower Fairy Queen's tribe, the tribe that waits to die from the plague?"
The self-proclaimed Guna La, the mud spring shaman, chuckled mockingly.
"You're right."
Fangzhou replied, "Now, Chief Gunara, may we discuss the conditions for passing through here?"
"Ha, you want to cross the withered swamp?"
No, you can't move an inch unless we agree to let you pass, right?
Gunara turned to the two tribal chiefs beside her and asked.
"Yes, you can't get through! With the Howling Wolf Tribe around, you absolutely won't get through."
"Unless we agree, hiss... but why should we agree to your approval?"
Both the werewolf and snake-man leaders expressed their approval.
Fang Zhou couldn't help but grip the necromancer orb, wanting to unleash a bone-piercing spear aimed at the head of that damned Mud Spring Banshee.
However, doing so would inevitably lead to a bloody battle.
So he suppressed his frustration and anger and said directly, "Chief Gunara, please stop beating around the bush."
We want to pass through here now, and you can offer your terms for making way.
It's that simple.
"Tell us straight up what you want and what we can offer, and then—"
Fang Zhou paused for a moment, his expression turning serious.
—We'll know the outcome of the negotiations then.