The mental link ignored the language barrier and directly conveyed the message.
The ethereal will of the Lich High Priest echoed in his mind.
The King of the Undead? The souls of the dead sleeping in the pyramid of the Golden City were awakened by Paul's battle?
Standing still, he could control countless skeletons and subdue them with a wave of his hand. Even someone as powerful as Fang Moqi could not do anything about it.
Feeling the chill of the frost, Nedre trembled, and Alain was even more confused.
The family of the Wall Dwellers had entered Aztlan many times. Although they did not conduct a detailed investigation, they had never experienced such a crisis. Was it really because of the gunshots and explosions that the undead were awakened?
After hundreds of years, there were still undead in the Golden City? When did this happen? Was this still on Earth?
Dungar did not want to die here. Fortunately, the high priest in front of him could directly communicate with them.
As long as they could communicate, it was not the worst.
Therefore, he immediately said, "Please wait! We are not invaders! "
Lan Mu's cold will said, "Sinner … I grant you a chance to explain."
"If you disappoint me, you can only offer your souls!"
Dungar was trembling from the frost and carefully asked in his mind.
"My ancestors have never recorded your existence … May I know your name …"
Lan Mu slowly floated up, and the sea of skeletons around him suddenly cheered.
"My name is … Maroge … Master of Aztlan."
This was the last part of the true name of the Balrog. At this moment, Lan Mu used it as the name of the high priest.
"Lord Maroge, we did not mean to disturb you, and we are not here for the treasure …"
"On the contrary, we are here to stop the evil man from coveting the wealth of Aztlan. As for that evil man … he has just died in the hands of your servant …" After saying that, Dungar pointed at Paul's body with a trembling hand.
Without even looking, Lan Mu knew that Paul was dead.
Now that Dungar was humbly begging for mercy, Lan Mu originally wanted to use this as an excuse to let them go.
After all, other than Luther, everyone who deserved to die was already dead. He wouldn't go as far as to kill Fang Moqi and the others here.
"The master of the Golden City … Interesting …"
"Oh?" Lan Mu suddenly sensed Fang Moqi's subconscious thoughts through the mental link. After all, one only needed to think to speak.
He couldn't help but look over. Fang Moqi had a strange expression on his face, and there was excitement in his eyes. It was as if he was taking this as an adventure and taking Lan Mu's disguise as the High Priest as a new challenge!
You're about to die, what are you still thinking about? Were all people who challenged their limits so suicidal? Would it kill you to admit defeat?
He suddenly recalled that Fang Moqi had killed his Silver Skeleton subordinate and even shot an arrow at him …
This was simply courting death. Now that Lan Mu was in a difficult position, it was impossible for him to let him go.
"Sigh, Old Fang, you're making things difficult for me …"
Suddenly, Lan Mu seemed to have an idea and smiled strangely under the mask.
"Isn't it easy to die? You're the one who forced me to do this … "
"Don't be scared …"
Lan Mu floated in the air and suddenly waved his hand. Paul's soul flew in front of him.
He didn't strip Paul of his negative emotions but directly added a soul to strengthen him.
After adding a little Dark Force, Paul's soul became stronger and stronger. In the end, it became a physical ghost existence.
Seeing the ghost in the image of Paul in the air, everyone was shocked, especially Nedre, who even burst into tears.
Because Paul's face was hideous and terrifying, he was abandoned by Luther and killed by the Silver Skeleton. He died in the Golden City that he was chasing.
Unwillingness, resentment, hatred, and other negative emotions filled his soul. After being strengthened, he became even more like a malicious ghost.
"Luther! I've returned from hell! "Paul saw Luther and didn't hide his killing intent at all. He directly turned into a black shadow and pounced on Luther.
Luther was entangled by Paul's soul. The essence of his body was constantly disappearing. His eyes were bloodshot and he screamed at the top of his lungs.
No matter how Luther attacked Paul, he couldn't do anything to him. This half-energy, half-material existence directly ignored Luther's attacks, causing Luther to scratch himself in pain.
At this time, Lan Mu said: "Hypocritical human nature, twisted soul."
"The ugliness in your souls can't be hidden from my eyes …"
"Whether it's spying on the holy land, coveting treasures … or disturbing the dead …"
"All of them are capital crimes!"
Luther knew that he was greedy for treasures and had even shot at the High Priest. At this time, he was tortured by Paul's soul and was on the verge of collapse.
Lan Mu's words were like the last straw, finally driving him crazy.
"No! I'm not guilty! Damned anomaly, you'll definitely be … "
Before he could finish, his entire body was frozen in ice.
With a cracking sound, the iceman broke apart. His body and the ice shattered into two pieces, not even a drop of blood could be seen.
His soul was collected into a box by Lan Mu, then fused with it after a bit of combing.
This was for Luther's memories of the CANC organization. The angrier he was before his death, the more information there was in his memory fragments.
"Ahahahaha! You're all going to die too! "Paul was now a crazed vengeful soul.
All the living people present were regarded as enemies by him, and all the fault was attributed to Alan and the others.
"How laughable …" how could Lan Mu let Paul take revenge? He directly infused a mass of dark energy into Paul's body.
Not only could the dark energy transform the undead, it could also … detonate!
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Paul, who was about to pounce on Alain, suddenly exploded. His soul was corroded and exploded, finally turning into a stream of black shadows that flowed into the scepter in Lan Mu's hand.
There was a mass of black mist on the black gem. That was the soul that was squeezed by the dark energy. It was still struggling and twisting, letting out a soul-shaking roar.
"A sinner … is worthy of vengeance?"
"Suffer in agony! Sentence … forever! "
Of the remaining four, Fang Moqi was still relatively calm, but the other three were already deeply afraid.
Luther was tortured by the evil ghost, killed by the ice, and his soul was even taken …
Paul was even worse. He was made into an evil ghost, easily suppressed and sealed, unable to rest in peace after death, forever …
In front of everyone, Lan Mu's act of toying with souls and controlling life and death was more intimidating than a sword or a gun pointed at one's head.
Even Fang Moqi was terrified. After all, death was death, and he had already put it out of his mind.
But … what if death was just the beginning?
After death, his soul would be toyed with and enslaved for countless years. That kind of torture was unimaginable!
"Your Highness Moroge …"
"We mistakenly entered here and disturbed your peace. We didn't mean to …"
"No, no, no! The culprit who disturbed you is already dead. We were just taken hostage! "
Dungar saw Lan Mu looking over and trembled as he explained. He didn't want to die, not to mention that his soul would be tortured after death …
Nedre burst into tears. Her face was covered in tears, and she trembled as she sobbed, not daring to cry too loudly.
Through the mental link, she said frantically, "Let us go! It has nothing to do with me … "
"I promise that no one will enter here again … I swear to God!"
Fang Moqi looked at Nedre speechlessly. What's the use of swearing to God?
Lan Mu also knew that Nedre was truly frightened. She actually swore to God in front of the Aztec Lich High Priest …
What was the difference between this and shouting 'Amitabha' in front of the Pope?
In fact, Lan Mu had already achieved his goal. Luther and Paul were dead, and there was no need to kill the remaining survivors.
As for how to deal with them …
Lan Mu suddenly realized something and pretended to be indifferent.
"If God comes here, I'll kill him!"
Just as Lan Mu finished speaking, Fang Moqi suddenly threw out four grenades, and they exploded right in front of him.
To the surprise of Nedre and the others, Lan Mu's figure was engulfed in smoke and flames.
Before they could cheer, the flames were instantly dispelled. Lan Mu, protected by a cold current, slowly walked in front of them.
Under the perception of spiritual power, they had no secrets to speak of. All of Fang Moqi's secret movements were seen by Lan Mu. He deliberately waited until the grenades were about to explode before throwing them out, just to prevent Lan Mu from dodging.
However, Fang Moqi was still a mortal, and he had never faced an opponent like a Lich.
Lan Mu didn't need to dodge at all. This level of attack was just an itch, and the fireworks of the four grenades were nothing more than fireworks. Since he was already prepared, the Frost Armor offset the explosion damage, and the flames were easily extinguished.
He charged towards Fang Moqi and the others with an invincible stance. The air was cold and filled with the aura of death.
Lan Mu's soul was two thousand times stronger than the others. It could be said that his spiritual power crushed theirs. Those with weak willpower couldn't withstand this pressure.
"We can't continue, let's end this …"
"Anyway, I'm just scaring them … This show should end soon …"
Lan Mu's enormous spiritual power was already connected to their minds. At this moment, all he needed was a light impact, and these people's almost defenseless minds would be invaded by Lan Mu.
Spiritual Shock!
"Uh …"
"Plop …"
Nedre, Dungar, and Alain instantly fainted.
Fang Moqi's willpower was firm, and he actually stagnated for a moment and didn't fall.
Lan Mu continued to use Spiritual Shock, and Fang Moqi finally fainted.
"This time, he'll be unconscious for at least six hours …"
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