Chapter 437: Ride me? In your dreams. Run yourself

Tu Luo had never thought that one day he would truly be able to control the city of Du Luo Ken, because the city's defense was in the hands of the Undead Guards. With them there, he would always be nothing more than a steward-type City Lord.

However, all of this changed more than two months ago. The Undead Guards suddenly went on strike, and when Tu Luo went to find the Gravekeeper Lord, he discovered that the other party had gone missing.

Without the Undead Guards, Du Luo Ken continued to operate out of inertia for a few days, but illegal acts inevitably began to appear. When the criminals discovered that no one was coming out to punish their illegal activities, their boldness couldn't help but grow.

Tu Luo dispatched the City Lord's Mansion guards to maintain order. But to be honest, those guards of his were fine for acting as an honor guard or putting on airs, but compared to desperate outlaws, they were far inferior.

A month and a half ago, over a dozen guards surrounded a mercenary who had molested a maid in a tavern and refused to pay. The mercenary killed six of them outright and escaped the encirclement. Tu Luo lost all face, and from that day on, many chambers of commerce and guilds began to ignore him.

It wasn't until over a month ago that an envoy from the Undead Council suddenly delivered the Undead Scepter, choosing to hand it to Tu Luo, who had the highest prestige at the time, allowing him to summon the Undead Guards from the cemetery.

Overnight, Tu Luo's power was consolidated. Not only could he summon a tide-like number of Undead Guards, but he also gained the following of many powerhouses. These followers would become his foundation, helping him thoroughly control the city.

However, to support these followers, relying on the previous tax revenue wouldn't work; he needed more industries and more slaves.

Slaves were the lowest-cost labor; just give them a bite to eat so they didn't starve to death. A slave's wife and daughter could be sold, and a slave's son raised to be a slave—a business with ten thousand times the profit.

Wasn't this just perfect? Over ten thousand refugees had arrived outside the city, the best source of slaves. Starve them for a few days, and by then, a single loaf of bread would be enough to make them sign a deed of sale and obediently become his property.

However, before he could make a move, a team of people from the "Undead Temple" arrived outside the city and actually began to provide disaster relief, diverting and settling the refugees. In an instant, nearly half of the refugees outside the city disappeared.

Tu Luo was stunned at first. People from the Undead Temple coming to provide disaster relief? This temple still had people?

He was somewhat suspicious, but he didn't dare to be certain. What if they really were people from the Undead Temple?

Spending the better part of a day, Tu Luo used his connections to find out a piece of news: the Undead Temple on the Anxi Plain had collapsed ten years ago.

The Undead Temple had collapsed, so where did these people pop out from? They must be impostors.

Tu Luo immediately summoned the Undead Guards from the cemetery and, bringing his followers, quietly surrounded the area, preparing to wipe them all out and not let a single blasphemer go.

Yes, he had already found an excuse: label these people as blasphemers and try to capture them alive. That way, even if these people really were from the Undead Temple, he could say it was just a "misunderstanding."

However, his movements were still discovered by Le Binia, who risked coming over to warn them. Ang and the others, however, had strange expressions on their faces.

Ang even revealed a helpless expression. If it happened again, that would be four times.

Seeing him like this, Anthony hurriedly said, "My lord, my lord, you absolutely must not make a move. Restrain yourself, restrain yourself, absolutely do not scare the scepter."

Ang tilted his head.

Anthony hurriedly explained in a low voice, "This is a great occasion to show off our strength. If you just move and it's all over, it's too wasteful. We must properly display our strength to deter some people, whether they are enemies or allies."

As Anthony spoke, he glanced in Le Binia's direction. Clearly, she was also a target that needed to be deterred.

Ang nodded, then tilted his head again.

Anthony hurriedly said, "First we do this and that, then we do that and this, and then we do this and that again. Right, does the Undead branch have anything particularly cool and intimidating? We'll scare them then."

Ang and Nai Ge Li Si looked at each other. Du Luo Ken stroked his chin and said, "Undead Calamity? Undead Flood? Soul Storm? Desperate Wail? Banshee's Song? Plague of Corruption?..."

Du Luo Ken was about to count them one by one, but Anthony waved his hands repeatedly: "Stop, stop, stop. This is too scary. Are you trying to scare people or kill them?"

Nai Ge Li Si said, "If you want something particularly cool, how about Death Breath Mist? Add a Bone Abyss, with pale bone hands reaching out from the ground, extending to everything within sight. That should be pretty cool. Ang, do you know how to use it?"

"Death Breath Mist, can. Bone Abyss, cannot," Ang said.

Nai Ge Li Si immediately noticed that Ang said "can" and "cannot," not "know how" and "don't know how."

"You mean, you can cast Death Breath Mist, but you can't cast Bone Abyss? Is the rank too high?" Nai Ge Li Si guessed.

Ang nodded. Death Breath Mist was a large-scale magic that mobilized death energy; it didn't emphasize rank, but rather control over death energy, which was exactly what Ang excelled at.

Bone Abyss, on the other hand, was an eighth-rank Undead magic, and the magic power he could mobilize was insufficient to cast it.

Once Nai Ge Li Si translated, everyone understood. Du Luo Ken smiled, tipped his hat, and said, "Then let me perform a magic trick."

Anthony added, "There should be a verbal confrontation in a moment. Everyone, don't be in a rush. Hmm, let the Little Zombie make the first move, is that okay? Little Zombie, can you do it?"

"Awoo!" The Little Zombie patted its own pectoral muscles.

Anthony didn't understand what it meant, but he could hear the eager-to-try tone in the sound. He immediately said, "Alright, you move first, then it's my turn, and then my lord and Lord Du Luo Ken will choose the right moment to act."

"Awoo!" The Little Angel raised her hand vigorously.

Anthony panicked: "You cannot act. Your signature is too obvious."

The Little Angel was unconvinced and pointed her finger at him: "Awoo!"

Anthony blinked rapidly. He actually guessed the Little Angel's meaning and hurriedly said, "Have you forgotten what I originally was? The Black Knight Emperor."

The Little Angel puffed out her cheeks in anger, but didn't "awoo" again.

Was this considered coaxing her? Anthony breathed a sigh of relief. If he couldn't coax her and she rushed out with a flash of Holy Light, they wouldn't be impersonating the Undead Temple anymore; they could only impersonate the Church of Light.

Seeing everyone whispering with strange expressions but ignoring her, Le Binia got angry, stomped her foot, and turned to leave. Forget about you all.

"Lady Le Binia, please stay. The following matters require you to be a witness," Anthony hurriedly shouted.

"Witness the undead. I risked my life to tell you, and Tu Luo will hate me too," Le Binia said.

"Hehe, then go to the city wall and be a witness. See the majesty of the Undead Temple; it's not something that any stray cat or dog can offend," Anthony said lightly.

Le Binia turned back in astonishment and asked in disbelief, "Are you really people from the Undead Temple?"

Anthony shrugged and said lightly, "Of course. We don't need to deceive you. And look, this isn't a very intimidating name. Even a small City Lord dares to offend us. It seems we haven't descended miracles for too long, and the world has forgotten us."

Le Binia's expression turned solemn. She had thought that Tu Luo dared to act because he had received some news.

Tu Luo had taken in many followers recently, and his side was leaking like a sieve. Count Le Binia had casually inquired and learned that the Undead Temple had collapsed ten years ago. This must be the reason Tu Luo dared to act.

But now, looking at them, why did Ang and the others have more confidence than Tu Luo? Could they really be people from the Undead Temple?

If these really were people from the Undead Temple, thinking of words like "miracle," "offend," "intimidating," and "forgotten" in Anthony's speech, Le Binia suddenly had an ominous premonition.

She hurriedly quickened her pace and swept to the edge of the city wall. There was already a hanging basket lowered by her loyal subordinates on the wall. Le Binia used the hanging basket to ascend the city wall. When she was halfway up, she saw three sides of black, overwhelming tides surrounding them.

Ang and the others, along with the refugees, had already been surrounded by countless undead creatures.

Surrounded by a bunch of followers, Tu Luo parted the refugees and arrived in front of Ang and the others. When he saw the attire of Ang and the others, his heart became even more settled.

"Look, look, a stunted Yellow Dragon, a warlock, a few humans, and a little girl, and you dare to impersonate the Undead Temple? Do you know this is blasphemy? You ignorant fools, come, seize them for me."

Not a single undead, not a single lich, not a single necromancer, and they dared to impersonate the Undead Temple? Did they think everyone was a fool?

Seeing the enemy surround them, Anthony suddenly felt a bit dazed, and suddenly remembered some distant things. He slapped his chest hard and said, "Come out, old friend, we can fight side by side again."

A ball of black mist emerged from his body, manifesting a horse's head. Immediately after, a sturdy Undead Warhorse leaped out.

And the black mist wrapped around him, manifesting a mighty suit of armor. In the blink of an eye, an Undead Knight filled with death energy appeared before everyone.

Tu Luo's followers couldn't help but slow their pace. Didn't they say there were no undead liches or mages? Did an Undead Knight count?

Anthony smiled lightly and was about to mount the horse, but just as he took a step, the black horse took a big stride and shifted sideways, and he awkwardly stepped into thin air.

"Uh, Black Horse, stop playing, stand still." Anthony was a bit embarrassed, laughed awkwardly, looked left and right, held down the black horse's neck, and took another step.

The black horse shifted sideways again, and then cursed: "Ride, ride, ride, you call me out just to ride me, in your dreams, run yourself."

"Ouch, stop joking, stand still, give me some face, I'm angry, many people are watching, do you want to piss me off?" Anthony awkwardly chased the black horse, wanting to mount it, but was nimbly dodged by the black horse, and they started spinning in the field.

Tu Luo and the others, who had slowed their pace, couldn't help but laugh, and charged up again.

Black smoke surged from the Little Zombie's body, and it quickly manifested soul armor.

The enemy couldn't help but slow their pace again. Another one who knew soul armor?

The Little Zombie didn't hesitate. It still remembered Anthony's plan to let it move first, so it pushed its hands forward hard—Death Breath: Shockwave.

A black pillar directly engulfed Tu Luo and the followers in front of him.

After the light pillar passed, Tu Luo and two followers disappeared, completely obliterated by the death breath.

Anthony and Nai Ge Li Si covered their faces in unison. Letting you move first didn't mean letting you move like this. You obliterated the enemy's boss in one go, how are we supposed to play now?

"Awoo!" The Little Zombie didn't care about that. The Little Angel had always been like this; it was just following her example. After releasing its ultimate move, it charged forward with a roar, fiercely crashing into the group of followers who had been scared out of their wits.

With a sound of breaking bones and snapping tendons, three or four swordsmen who couldn't dodge in time were sent flying into the sky.

Plowing through the enemy's ranks, the Little Zombie braked, turned around, and started running again. Its feet stomped on the ground, making a rumbling muffled sound, just like a giant running.

"Eh?" Nai Ge Li Si was surprised: "Earth Charge? When did it learn Earth Charge?"

Du Luo Ken was also shocked: "Earth-type Earth Charge? How is that possible? It doesn't know magic? How can it connect to earth elements to perform Earth Charge?"

Nai Ge Li Si suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Ang in horror: "You taught it?"

Ang shook his head, but stretched out his hands to make a digging motion.

"Pfft—you mean, it dug so much dirt that it realized it on its own, just like you?" Nai Ge Li Si spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Ang watered so much that he realized Rain Spell, loosened so much soil that he realized Soil Loosening Spell, why couldn't the Little Zombie realize Earth Charge after digging so much dirt?

In these few years, the dirt the Little Zombie had dug was definitely more than the soil Ang had loosened in a thousand years.

Nai Ge Li Si took several deep breaths before accepting such an absurd thing. Anyway, even more absurd things had happened around Ang.

"What now? Should we launch the ones behind? The Little Zombie finished fighting them all by itself," Nai Ge Li Si asked.

Under the Little Zombie's repeated charges, the enemy was routed, unable to maintain formation, only scrambling to dodge. If this continued, the Little Zombie could clear out these enemies all by itself.

Anthony said helplessly: "Launch it. If we didn't deter the enemy, deterring the allies is fine too. Look at the city wall, there are quite a few people watching the show. Those are all our potential allies."

After Anthony finished speaking, he glared at the black horse and strode forward.

Ang's consciousness spread out, black energy surged on the ground, and a large amount of death energy was released, permeating the surface.

Du Luo Ken waved his gold-touching rod and, for the first time, chanted an incantation: "Abyss paved with white bones, waving bone hands, is a farewell to the living, a welcome to the undead..."

Pale bone hands pierced out from the ground, like small grasses emerging from the earth, like tombstones towering over the land.

It started to fog. The death energy that permeated turned into mist, surging and quickly obscuring the area under the city, and surging toward Du Luo Ken.

In the surging, people on the city wall could clearly see that the mist seemed to be transforming into a face, silently watching everyone.

Lebinia's entire body stiffened, and she dared not move a muscle until the mist obscured the top of the city wall.