"Oh? They've left? That's good … "
When Lan Mu received the message from the silver skeleton, his stiff lips curled into a faint smile.
He did not do nothing for the past six hours. He created a large number of Undead around the Golden City. They looked like they were patrolling, but they were actually secretly checking if Fang Moqi and the others had left.
The giant Silver Skeleton did not ignore them. It pretended not to see them and let them go.
That was a Skeleton Commander with a soul strength of 1,000. Its mental scan had a range of 20 meters. How could it not notice Fang Moqi and the others?
"It's good that they're gone … Unfortunately, although there are many skeletons in the Golden City, there's too little meat … If there's enough muscle tissue, I can create more powerful Undead."
Lan Mu continued to study. He dug out all the skeletons buried under the seven Golden Cities. There were as many as 26,000 skeletons.
This did not include the mass graves at the edge of the Golden City. If those were included, there would be close to 100,000 skeletons in the entire Aztelan!
But what was the use of having so many skeletons? Lan Mu did not pursue a sea of skeletons. Instead, he focused on creating elite Undead.
"The quality of these bones is still too poor. Even if I strengthen them with the Power of Darkness, there's still a limit …"
Lan Mu found that the Silver Skeleton was the limit of these skeletons. There was no way to improve their quality. In the end, no matter how much he strengthened them, they could only increase in size.
The raw materials were not the bones of powerful creatures, nor were they magic materials.
Skeletons that were five meters tall were the limit. Any bigger and they would be a burden. Problems such as weakness and slowness would arise.
In comparison, the evolution path of the Undead was broader. Their intelligence was obviously many times higher than that of the Skeletons.
When the Soul Strength exceeded 50, the side effects such as mania of the Undead would disappear. As the Soul Strength increased, the Undead would become calmer.
Unfortunately, there were too few corpses. Lan Mu only had one Undead Servant, and its Soul Strength had been strengthened by Lan Mu to 1,000.
The Undead Servant's mental scan had a range of 100 meters. It was much higher than the Skeleton Commander of the same level.
The limitations of a skeleton's body were too great. Even with a soul strength of 1000, it could only scan a range of 20 meters. This kind of growth made Lan Mu give up on researching it.
After devouring Paul and Luther's corpses, the Undead Servant had fused with ten corpses in total. Its muscles had become more compact, and its physical fitness was close to Fang Moqi's.
Because physical fitness did not increase proportionally, the further one progressed, the lower the degree of enhancement. Therefore, until now, Fang Moqi was still the one with the strongest physical fitness among all the people that Lan Mu had met.
However, the Undead's Servant did not rely on its physical strength to fight. After all, Lan Mu had given it an overly strong soul, so it was equivalent to a magic-type undead.
The power of darkness bestowed by Lan Mu in his body was being nurtured, and the Undead Servant could also use it, possessing skills such as Corpse Manipulation and Corpse Explosion.
"Stay here for seven days. Turn into a human and leave …"
"Take some of the gold with me, and get rid of these undead when I leave …"
Lan Mu discovered that the undead could evolve on their own. Some skeletons would steal the Soulfire of their dead companions to strengthen themselves. Therefore, he planned to take away the Soulfire of all the undead when he left.
"Next … let's collect all the souls …"
Lan Mu now had more than 5000 souls on hand, and the rest were used to create skeletons and strengthen the undead.
However, he only collected the souls within the Golden City. There were still seven or eight graves that he had not gone to. If he collected all of them, there would be at least 70,000 souls that he could use.
"Before that, I'll absorb these 5000 souls first. Maybe there will be a surprise when I strengthen myself."
Lan Mu slowly removed and sorted out the negative emotions. With 5000 souls, the amount of negative emotions was terrifyingly high. This was a huge project.
Just by absorbing this ball of souls, his soul strength would be as high as 7,000.
If he absorbed all the souls of the dead in Aztlan in the future, his soul strength would be at least 80,000!
…
At the edge of the Golden City, there was an ancient golden well. Other than the rope, even the handle was made of gold.
There were many ants crawling on the rope. This ancient rope was colorful and dilapidated, and it would be completely corroded by formic acid in a few years.
Suddenly! A hand pinched the rope, tore it apart, and quickly stuffed it into a golden water bottle.
Hundreds of ants were soaked in the water. No matter how they struggled, they could not escape the water in the bottle.
The rope was taken out and thrown away, leaving the ants in the bottle. The hand picked up a few ants and directly fed them to the mouth.
The one who ate the ants was naturally Fang Moqi, who had returned to the land of death alone. As he did not prepare enough food, he could only rely on himself to find food.
After he finished the ants in the water, he still wanted more. These ants were definitely not enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.
Without food in Aztlan, other people might starve to death, but not Fang Moqi! In his eyes, there was food everywhere. He did not starve to death when he crossed the Sahara. How could he starve to death in the underground of Mexico?
Mole crickets, earthworms, ants, mice, and small snakes were all found and eaten by him in various places.
He only needed to look at some places to be able to tell if there were animals hiding or traces of insects.
These small animals were easily found by him to fill his stomach and replenish the nutrients his body needed.
"Now, I should prepare some weapons …"
Fang Moqi moved through the Golden City and picked up a lot of gold equipment.
Spears, short swords, shields, bows and arrows …
He was even wearing some Aztec clothing, such as a chest protector, wrist guards, knee pads, open-toed shoes, and Aztec gold shorts …
After he had made sufficient preparations, he went around a large skeleton army and went from one Golden City to another.
Fang Moqi wanted to go through all seven Golden Cities to familiarize himself with the terrain and roads.
Even after he went around and searched all six Golden Cities, he did not find Lan Mu's shadow.
"He shouldn't still be in the maze, right? Could it be that he really died in the hands of the undead? "
Fang Moqi had no choice but to turn around and go to the center of Civora.
He knew that the high priest should still be there, but he could not find Lan Mu, so he could only go there.
He quickly reached Civora and hid at the top of a Golden House. Dense will-o '-the-wisps were the eyes of the skeleton army.
"There are at least five thousand skeletons …"
The lamp they had left at the pyramid was still there. It was the only source of light, illuminating the pyramid.
An awe-inspiring figure stood there. It was the Undying King named Mo Luoge.
He did not know that it was Lan Mu. When he saw Lan Mu, Lan Mu also noticed him.
Lan Mu did not notice him because of his spiritual scan. He was concentrating on sorting out the soul orbs and did not release his spiritual power.
The one who reported to him was the Skeleton Commander that had evolved bone spurs. Although the Skeleton Commander only had a range of twenty meters, they were scattered all over Civora and were enough to act as scouts.
"Eh? Fang Moqi? He's back? "
"What a troublemaker …"
Lan Mu stopped absorbing the souls. His soul strength was now five thousand. He did not move and found Fang Moqi 400 meters away.
"He's alone … I understand. He came back to find me …"
"Should I be moved? Or depressed? "
Lan Mu sighed. Although he did not need to breathe, he still forced himself to sigh.
"It's a good thing that I've prepared a clone beforehand …"
Thinking of this, Lan Mu ordered a five-meter tall giant skeleton to move an ice block out of the pyramid.
The ice block was his Undead Servant. When he was experimenting with the power of darkness, Lan Mu found that it could change the appearance of the undead. Therefore, he spent a lot of time to change the appearance of his Undead Servant into Lan Mu's appearance and changed it into Aztec clothing.
The giant skeleton placed the ice block on a golden altar under the pyramid. Lan Mu floated over and melted the ice.
After Fang Moqi noticed it, he immediately leaped from the golden house and hid 70 meters away from the pyramid.
He saw Moroge's every move and looked at the person in the ice block. His eyes widened.
"Lan Mu!"
The unsealed Lan Mu wanted to jump up from the altar, but he seemed to be hit hard and fainted on the altar.
Of course, this was all directed and acted by Lan Mu. He purposely put his hand on the Undead Servant's head and pretended to be calm.
"Three … Two … One …"
Before Lan Mu could count to one, Fang Moqi could not hold back and shot an arrow at him.
However, there was a grenade on the arrow that was about to explode!
The arrow's landing point was also very tricky. It was right behind Moroge. When the grenade exploded, Moroge would block most of the explosion and would not hurt Lan Mu.
"That's pretty good … Old Fang …"
Lan Mu laughed secretly. He pretended that some kind of ritual was at a critical moment and did not block the arrow.
The arrow exploded behind him and knocked him down.
Lan Mu took the opportunity to escape. He ran down from the altar and disappeared into the darkness.
Before Fang Moqi could celebrate, Moroge's voice came into his mind.
"Ant! You let go of my perfect body! "
"Bullshit! That's my brother! "Fang Moqi cursed. He dodged an attack from the giant skeleton and turned to run.
However, he could not run away. The cold current came and froze him.
He shivered and his body became abnormally slow and stagnant.
The giant skeleton took the opportunity to grab him and carried him to the pyramid.
After being captured, Fang Moqi's body was stiff and covered with a thin layer of frost. He could not speak.
However, he could talk to Moroge in his mind.
"Damn it! That's a perfect body. It contains amazing vitality. As long as I can occupy that body, I will become stronger! "
"You foolishly destroyed my ritual. Do you know how great a sin you have committed?"
Fang Moqi sneered. "I like it! What can you do about it? "
"Immortal thing, you want to occupy my brother's body?"
Of course, the one playing Moroge was Lan Mu. He was speechless when he saw that Fang Moqi was still so stubborn even after being captured.
So he said, "Ant! If I did not agree to his deal, I would have killed you! "
"That despicable person who did not keep his promise! I really regret sparing you … "
Fang Moqi was stunned. He immediately imagined the battle between Lan Mu and Moroge after he fainted.
With Lan Mu's strength, even if he could not win, he could definitely escape. However, in order to save people, he made a deal with Moroge and let them go.
In the end, he came to save Lan Mu. Now that Lan Mu had escaped, he fell into the enemy's hands …
Why was this so annoying!
Fang Moqi did not know the truth. He could only imagine it based on the information.
Lan Mu did not care how he imagined it. After giving him the key information, he immediately imprisoned him in the broken pyramid and sent a giant skeleton to guard him.
He only left one sentence.
"You are my important bargaining chip … Ant! I look forward to him coming to save you … "
"I will wait here for him to walk into the trap!"
"That perfect body will be mine in the end!"
Fang Moqi was imprisoned in the dark pyramid. A five-meter-tall giant skeleton was guarding him.
Thinking about Moroge's words, he immediately worried about Lan Mu.
"How did it become waiting for you to save me … Brother Lan Mu …"
"You'd better not come …"
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