Chapter 2176: Eternal Starlight 13

Hum, the Necromantic Space opened.

Upon entering the Necromantic Space for the second time, seeing the gray mist spreading around, Lin An instantly felt a chill darker than when he first entered.

Compared to his Judgment Space, the Necromantic Space is obviously stronger and more special.

He lowered his head to see the little Mo Ling holding his hand, her body swaying. Lin An inwardly sighed, knowing Mo Ling was probably tired and about to fall asleep.

But he still intended to ask a few things clearly:

"Mo Ling? Want to sleep?"

"Your Necromantic Space.."

Before he could finish, Mo Ling seemed to know what he was going to ask, and suddenly turned around. She wrapped her arms around his waist, closed her eyes, pressed against him, and whispered:

"Mm... Even if I fall asleep, this place won't close."

"This place is basically like a Space Ring that follows me all the time— as long as I don't move, it doesn't consume much power."

As she spoke, Mo Ling lifted her slightly open mouth, looking like a cat about to die from exhaustion; though dazed, her small hand clung tightly to him, fearing he would run away.

"Hurry up... Lin An..."

"You can't stay here too long; if you stay too long, the mist will corrode you, turning you into those things..."

Her head drooped, and after saying that, Mo Ling hugged him and fell asleep.

Hearing Mo Ling's answer, Lin An blinked in surprise.

Mo Ling is very smart; although she's too tired to say much, what he wanted to ask is basically these.

But hearing the constant monster howls coming from the gray mist, Lin An's eyes flashed with a strange color, and he couldn't help but think of more.

The Necromantic Space is roughly equivalent to a personal subspace; it is not Mo Ling's own ability. Therefore, being attacked here has no effect, and he doesn't need to worry about hurting Mo Ling during his experiments.

However..

Looking at the Necromantic Army in the gray mist, the huge bone dragons and white bone knights within the mist were like illusory silhouettes, faintly visible, and Lin An fell into thought.

(Staying too long would drain one's life force and turn into an undead..)

(So these Necromantic Armies..)

Thinking back to when he first "fought" with Mo Ling, the seemingly endless Necromantic Army made Lin An realize what this implied—Mo Ling couldn't have captured that many undead creatures.

The only answer is: this place was once a living world.

Lin An inwardly sighed, didn't think further, hesitated a moment, then picked up Mo Ling and softly called her awake:

"Mo Ling, if you want to rest, go outside; the process later will be noisy."

Just as Mo Ling didn't really want him to see her true form, he also didn't want to test the Death String's conversion effect in front of her. The process was truly bloody and cruel; in his heart, Mo Ling was still the little girl he had picked up.

Blearily opening her eyes, seeing Lin An trying to send her away, Mo Ling let out an unhappy hum, obviously reluctant.

But before she could stubbornly refuse to leave, Lin An, like coaxing a child, casually patted her head and kissed her forehead, signaling her to obey.

In an instant, Mo Ling's body stiffened, her eyes widened into ovals.

Completely unaware that Mo Ling had suddenly panicked, just as Lin An was about to say something, Mo Ling vanished with a whoosh, like a startled rabbit.

"Huh?"

Lin An was stunned, then laughed helplessly.

Not paying attention to Mo Ling's strange reaction, Lin An turned serious.

His top priority was to test the effect of converting equipment; frankly, being nervous is an understatement. The success or failure of the conversion completely determines the outcome of his Starlight War this time! It even determines whether, when the Witcher Civilization invades, he can raise his strength in time to have a fighting chance!

Without further hesitation, Lin An took a deep breath; his right hand instantly produced a black line like a guitar string, as hundreds of white lights flashed consecutively, and a corpse pile half a person high immediately accumulated on the ground.

Over thirty fifth-stage corpses were piled together, exuding a strong bloody odor; the rules and spiritual energy remaining in the corpses twisted at this moment, affecting the surroundings.

"Let's start with the most damaged one; this should be a fifth-stage from the Rock Squad."

"Although the manual says the higher the integrity, the better the conversion effect, this one should still be barely convertible?"

Looking at the headless corpse with only half its body left in the pile, Lin An's gaze turned cold, and the Death String in his hand suddenly emitted a black light that enveloped it.

"Convert!"

"Hum"

Soon, under the black light, the corpse he had kicked apart like scattered stones, its residual power violently condensed like evaporating gas. Then, accompanied by a grating squeezing sound, the corpse shifted and finally turned into a small, dark earth-colored hand shield about half a block.

"Beep, conversion successful."

"Conversion grade: War Star! (Inferior)"

"Equipment name: Herseimon's Suffering"

"Equipment attributes: Strength, Constitution +10, Agility -20 (Fifth Stage/Fourth Stage +100)"

"Equipment effect: When equipped and attacked, it automatically triggers the Rock Wall Rule, granting physical damage reduction; after the rule is exhausted, it will automatically replenish within 48 hours."

"Note: This equipment is an artificial construct, lacks system properties, may be damaged when hit, and cannot automatically adapt to the wearer's body shape."

Conversion ended.

Holding the round hand shield only half his body size, Lin An frowned, momentarily unsure whether to relax or what.

Even half a corpse can be converted, which undoubtedly reduces much of his trouble.

But the converted item..

Seems rather trashy.

"It's a very ordinary piece of equipment; even compared to the lowest-grade War Star equipment obtainable through system exchange, it can't compare. Besides being useful against fifth-stage foes, it's basically better than nothing."

"Moreover, during the conversion process, I seem unable to decide what equipment will appear—is it because only the torso remains relatively intact, causing the limited conversion to become the simplest shield? Or is it determined by the creature's traits in life?"

Seeing for the first time that equipment could deduct attributes, Lin An was momentarily speechless.

Besides the self-triggered defensive rule being somewhat useful, equipping this trash would lower his strength. If sold outside, only the poorest cannon-fodder fifth-stage would want it.

The only "highlight" is the description of the artificial construct.

"An artificial construct lacks system properties... Looks like this is what No. 77 wanted..."

"Although it will be damaged, it's troublesome to use. But it can avoid being calculated into strength by the system. Thinking this way, even without cooperating with the Star Forging Hammer, just this feature alone lives up to the name of a divine artifact."

A blatant loophole-making machine.

Lin An even realized that, even if he merely sold this special equipment, he would likely be fiercely competed for by all major civilizations! He could reap vast resources! Of course, the risk is also high; it's easy to draw the Overseer's attention.

"Never mind that for now; the second problem is what effect this equipment will have after being hammered into the Death God Set."

Taking a deep breath, Lin An, rarely, also became a bit nervous.

Although theoretically any War Star Level Equipment can be used for strengthening, the Star Forging Hammer's description places no limits on other items. But as the most crucial step, it's not true that he isn't being careful!

Especially, if the Death God Set encounters a problem, he will die instantly and be dragged into Shen Yuan!

"Star Forging Hammer!"

"Strengthen!"