Chapter 302: Give You a Punch

A cold, eerie aura was released from the box, and illusory shadows gathered before Yun Mu, then gradually solidified, eventually transforming into the appearance of a Skeletal Witch.

"At your command, my master."

After appearing, the Skeletal Witch immediately bowed to Yun Mu.

"Th-this, what is this thing!?" Kesi was startled by the suddenly appearing Skeletal Witch; the other party's whitened bones stared at him, and beneath a tattered yellow cloak, the skeleton of the deceased was faintly visible, looking extremely ghastly.

"That..." Yun Mu opened her mouth, hesitating slightly, and the latter immediately explained for her: "Just call me Laven, master."

"Alright, Laven." Yun Mu nodded, her gaze shifting to the corpse of the minotaur conductor lying on the ground.

"Can you resurrect him? I have things I need him to do. Can you preserve the memories he had while alive?"

The Ghost Fire in Laven's eye sockets flickered slightly, and he opened his jawbones to say: "Apologies, master. It is very difficult to resurrect someone while preserving all their memories, as this corpse does not have the potential to become a high-level Undead..."

"Although he has not been dead for long, I do not have any suitable tools on hand, but..."

He changed the subject: "If you only want him to perform some of the work he did while alive, I think that should be no problem."

"This corpse has not been dead for long; it should be able to retain the vast majority of its instincts from when it was alive."

"Then hurry up and try to resurrect him." Yun Mu ordered.

Time waits for no one; the train's speed is still increasing, and no one knows when it will derail from the tracks.

"You are profaning a corpse!"

At this moment, Kesi, listening to the two's conversation, suddenly became very angry, wriggling and struggling hard on the ground.

Unfortunately, the rope was of good quality, and this guy's struggling movements looked just like a caterpillar, appearing quite ridiculous.

"How can you, a murderer, have the nerve to say such things?" Without waiting for Yun Mu to reply, Lita, standing beside her, immediately answered with dissatisfaction after hearing Kesi's words.

As for the Undead, these are extraordinary times calling for extraordinary measures; Lita is not such a rigid person, but—

"You'll have to explain it properly later, Miss Yun."

After finishing, she suddenly realized something and hurriedly added: "Ah, of course, I didn't mean to question you, it's just, that..."

"It's fine, I understand what you mean." Yun Mu waved her hand and chuckled: "I'm not that sensitive~"

After speaking, she looked at Laven: "Begin."

"As you command, my master."

Laven bowed respectfully to Yun Mu, the Ghost Fire in his eye sockets burning fiercely, and then he pointed his finger at the corpse on the ground.

"Rise, my servant!"

"I command you, awaken from the eternal sleep of death!"

A gray, decaying aura surged from all directions, and the Ghost Fire in Laven's skull burned violently, splitting off a wisp of thread that fell into the minotaur conductor's skull.

"Ugh..."

The minotaur corpse lying on the ground trembled slightly and let out a blurred hiss, and under Kesi's terrified expression, it stood up from the ground once again.

"It is done, my master."

Laven silently retreated a step, making space for Yun Mu to inspect.

"Hmm, I want him to operate this train and restore the speed to a normal state. Can you do that?" Yun Mu rubbed her chin, pondered for a moment, and asked the Skeletal Witch.

"The instructions are a bit too complex, but I can try. However, the specific certainty..." Laven paused and continued: "depends on how much of the skills this corpse mastered still remain."

"It's fine, just try your best."

Yun Mu said, looking at Kesi on the side: "If it really doesn't work, isn't there another one here?"

"Oh?"

Laven turned his gaze to Kesi, the Ghost Fire in his skull flickering twice: "If it is a living person, I am confident in converting them into a ghost that retains the memories of their life."

"As long as the consciousness is erased, whether it is a Knight, a hero, or a Criminal, they will all be obedient."

"Oh?" Yun Mu raised her eyebrows in pleasant surprise: "If that's the case..."

"Wa-wait a minute!" Kesi hurriedly interrupted the conversation between the human and the witch: "I, I am willing to restore the train to its initial speed."

"Please, please do not convert me into an Undead!"

"Why is that?" Yun Mu looked at him with some confusion.

"I, I..." Kesi showed a hesitant expression until Laven took a step forward.

"I'll say it, I'll say it!"

He hurriedly struggled and tried to Retreat: "I don't want to be converted into an Undead; those polluted by evil spirits cannot go to the Beast God Temple!"

"... You misunderstood; that is not what I was asking." A playful expression appeared on Yun Mu's face: "I mean, why should I believe that you will be obedient?"

"It would clearly be the safest option to just convert you into an Undead."

"... But then again, what kind of place is the Beast God Temple?" She looked at Brenna with some confusion, but the latter merely shook her head upon noticing her gaze.

"That, the Beast God Temple refers to the hall that warriors who fought for the God of the Beastkin will go to after death. It is said that one can enjoy eternal pleasure there, sharing with the God of the Beastkin, sharing His, His..." Iliyasi's face turned bright red, and she could not say the last few words.

"Ugh, we know, no need to continue." Brenna supported her forehead, her expression quite speechless.

Robert, the God of the Beastkin, was a demigod born to Pamela, the Goddess of Harvest, and a human male.

Born with strong Desire, and because he was a demigod, he was able to break through the limitations of species reproductive isolation.

The entire Orc Federation—no, all the Beastkin in the world—are descendants of that guy.

"Sharing His partners with that god of strong Desire... that might not necessarily be a good thing." Brenna imagined the scene in her mind and couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably.

The Beast God Temple... what a terrifying place; to think there are people who want to go there.

"So, this guy is actually a believer of that God of the Beastkin?" Brenna looked at the Dog Beastman Kesi with a strange expression.

That god has been overthrown by the Federation for over two thousand years; are there still believers of His on this land?

This person must have a bad brain.

Brenna and Yun Mu exchanged a look, and strange glints flashed in both of their eyes.

At the same time, the minotaur conductor who had been resurrected as an Undead was sitting in front of the train's control panel, continuously manipulating something.

"Let that stupid ox come down. Even if he isn't dead, it is absolutely impossible for him to restore the train's speed to normal." Kesi's complexion was somewhat pale at this moment, and he forced himself to stay calm: "Ghosts shouldn't have physical forms, right? If one wants to modify the train's parameters, one must break through the train's control system. A ghost is incapable of such a thing."

"No." Laven slowly shook his head: "Ghosts can possess any object. Although I am not clear on the operating principles of this creation, I imagine there should be no problem."

"It's fine, let him come." Yun Mu used her sword to flick open the ropes on Kesi's body. The Magic Train was, after all, not quite the same as ordinary objects; it would be a disaster if the ghost possessed the console but couldn't enter the system.

To be safe, it was better to let this guy do it, but "If you want to take this opportunity to do something, I advise you to give up," she said.

"Even if the train explodes, nothing will happen to us. Coming here was just to try and save the passengers in the other carriages."

"If the train meets with an accident, I will absolutely transform your corpse into Undead, and then imprison your soul. You will never be able to go to the Beast God Temple for all eternity!"

"O-okay." The other party shrank his neck.

While spouting harsh words, Yun Mu kicked Kesi in the butt; she had no gentleness to spare for a madman like this.

Steadying his body, which had nearly face-planted into the console, Kesi dared not slack off and immediately pulled a data cable from the back of his neck, plugging it into the train's console.

As a large amount of data refreshed across his retina, the train, which had been continuously accelerating, gradually slowed down and soon returned to a normal traveling speed.

"You're still quite obedient."

Seeing the train return to a normal traveling speed, Yun Mu nodded with satisfaction.

"What should we do next?" She asked Brenna.

"Hmm, what does Miss Yun think?" After a moment of contemplation, Brenna asked in return.

"I think it's better to stay in the driver's cabin and watch this guy." Without any hesitation, Yun Mu said without a second thought.

"The time is now two forty-six in the morning. According to the original speed, there should be about an hour and a half left until we reach the Federal Capital."

"But since this guy increased the train's speed quite a bit, we should arrive at the station early." She looked at the deputy conductor Kesi and said.

"In any case, the time isn't long, so staying here is safer."

"Then let's do that." Brenna said this and smiled helplessly: "Don't you have your own ideas?"

"Why are you still asking me?"

"Well..." Yun Mu scratched her cheek, feeling a bit embarrassed: "I, I just wanted to ask for your opinion. That's all."

"Hehe, I have no objections~" Brenna put her hands behind her back, leaned over, and chuckled softly.

"Bang!!"

A loud explosion suddenly came to their ears, and immediately after, the train began to tremble continuously!

"What's the situation!?"

Everyone in the carriage was startled. Yun Mu looked at Kesi almost subconsciously, only to see that the other party was equally surprised at this moment, and the confusion on his face did not look fake.

Of course, considering that this guy had assassinated the conductor while serving as the deputy conductor, one could not rule out the possibility that he was acting. "Bang bang bang!!"

Successive explosions rang out, and only then did Yun Mu realize—they were being shelled! "It's over, it's all over."

Kesi lay on the floor in terror, muttering something continuously.

"It's the Old Days, those Old Days have discovered us."

"Old Days?" Lita, who was beside him, heard the term he was muttering and immediately dragged him up from the ground.

"What are the Old Days?" She pressed him for an answer.

Seeing that he had no intention of answering at all, Lita raised her right hand without hesitation and slapped Kesi's face repeatedly.

"Wait, wait a moment, stop hitting me."

The burning pain on his face brought Kesi back to his senses, and he said: "The Old Days are a group of ancient mechanical bodies wandering within the Federation; no one knows where those guys came from."

"It's just that they regularly form Legions to attack cities, and small-scale squads will also launch attacks after encountering humans."

"The Magic Energy Shield of a Magic Train is absolutely unable to block that kind of attack; we are all dead..."

He had just finished speaking when a shell hit the front of the train with a "Boom." As the outermost Magic Energy Shield was shattered, the walls of the train body began to deform.

Yun Mu was just about to protect Iliyasi, who was an ordinary person, in her arms, but who would have thought that someone would move a step faster than her.

Oh no, that was not a person.

【Undead Shield】

Pale white bones were summoned, forming a solid wall to wrap everyone inside. Laven held a staff emitting ghostly blue flames in his hand, and angry flames flickered within his skull.

【The Phylactery of a Master-level Lich, forced to be buried in a mountain due to an accident caused by a teleportation spell. After hundreds of years of loneliness and Darkness, the energy inside it was severely lost, and the original Lich's consciousness also extinguished after falling into madness. Until a group of Goblins dug it out and threw it casually into an unknown corner.】

This was the original text in the Phylactery's note.

The consciousness that should have been extinguished revived upon receiving Yun Mu's Spirituality. The moment he was summoned, Laven, who had endured hundreds of years of Darkness, secretly swore that he must protect this benefactor who had rescued him from the Darkness.

"Just a bunch of scrap metal."

Locking his gaze outside the window at those silver-white bodies stationed above the mountain, continuously conducting long-range strikes on the train, Laven gripped his staff with both hands and slammed it firmly into the ground, chanting:

"The ancient Shadow rises once more, pale wings shroud the firmament, awaken, King who soars the skies, Gray-Winged Bone Dragon Boletina!"

A Gate filled with gray mist opened in the sky, and a pale claw reached out from within, and then... ┗|｀O′|┛Awoo~~ A small Bone Dragon less than a meter tall crawled out from the Gate, ghostly blue Ghost Fire burning slowly within her skull.

"Huh?"

The Undead Witch Laven looked blankly at the small Bone Dragon in the sky, only feeling that things were not quite what he had imagined.

It turned out that although Laven's consciousness had awakened, most of his power and memories had actually been lost.

Although he remembered that he had once contracted a Bone Dragon, but... why is it a baby dragon!!

Never mind, he had been so solemn when he was chanting the Curse just now; if he backed down at this moment, how would he be viewed by his Master?

I am the Master's reliable right-hand man, the powerful Undead Witch Laven!

I don't want to be some kind of comedic character!

"Boletina, attack those pieces of junk!" He ordered.

"Ga-awoo?" The summoned Bone Dragon was slightly stunned, but she soon knew the target of the order Laven had issued.

Thus, Boletina immediately charged toward the war machines stationed above the mountain, until she was bounced off by the other party's hard armor.

And perhaps because she was Undead, Boletina was not identified as a living being by those ancient machines, and since she didn't cause any damage at all, she was ignored by them.

It's over.

The hand Laven was using to grip the staff hung down powerlessly.

Am I, this old man, to be reduced to a comic relief character? (End of chapter)