Global Scourge

Chapter 127 Resource Plane
After half an hour.

Wolfe felt that he did not know how many undead he had killed.

One thousand, or two thousand, or three thousand.

Anyway, no matter how many people were killed, what caught the eye was still densely packed with undead all over the mountains and fields.

There is no end to killing.

But now it is exhausted, and its divine power is almost exhausted.

But the enemy's demigod was still missing.

Am I going to die at the hands of these humble skeletons?

Wolf began to despair.

Reaching into his bosom, he took out the mysterious scroll.

This scroll was obtained from the auction house in the City of Angels.

The scroll contained a full-power strike from a lower god.

With this scroll, it doesn't know how many enemies it has frightened and how many times it has escaped from death.

But now... is it finally over?

After a while, it slowly opened the scroll.

Soon, a dazzling golden light flickered.

"Boom!"

A strong explosion sounded.

Its loud sound was heard even by Wang Jiamin, who was more than 30 kilometers away.

She, who was instructing her believers to collect resources and hold captives, frowned suddenly, feeling uneasy in her heart.

The sound of the explosion can be heard even here. Could it be that Wolfe really has some hole cards.

"Watcher, take care of it, I'll go take a look."

After Wang Jiamin left a word, the radiance of divinity flickered all over his body, and he flew over.

The distance of 7 kilometers was covered in [-] to [-] minutes without counting the consumption.

When she arrived at the scene, the first thing she saw was a large circular pit.

There is a large pit with a diameter of about 500 meters, which is still emitting gray smoke at this time.

In the big pit, Wolfe was lying on the ground, staring blankly at the sky, while Zhu Zichen stood beside him, holding Frostmourne with one hand, and inserted it into the former's chest.

"Pfft..." With a sound, Zhu Zichen drew out his weapon and turned to look at Wang Jiamin.

Looking at the blue soul fire in the former's eyes, Wang Jiamin's hanging heart finally let go.

And with Wolfe's death, the end of this war is doomed.

When Zhu Zichen held Frostmourne and appeared above the main city of the werewolf riding a giant frost dragon.

The werewolf warriors and slave troops put down their weapons one after another and began to surrender on their knees.

Even if there were a few devout believers or priests who resisted, they were quickly thrown into the mouth of the frost dragon.

Although the Frost Dragon didn't need to eat, the enemy looked at the ruler who was once aloof and was chewed up bit by bit, and then spit out like garbage. No one dared to resist anymore.

After the fall of the main city, not to mention other castles, wherever Zhu Zichen rode the frost dragon, white flags were raised one after another.

Even if there were loyalists who wanted to resist desperately, they were tied up by his subordinates and sent to Zhu Zichen.

As for the enemies who surrendered, Zhu Zichen didn't kill or sell them all at once this time.

Rather, it is divided into two methods.

Werewolves were not kept because their reproduction rate was average and they could not adapt to the living environment of the plane of the undead.

Either distribute it to his subordinates, or sell it at a high price to several local tyrants in the secret alliance.

As for those slave races, he planned to make a new attempt.

That is captivity.

He didn't completely squeeze out the werewolf plane, but used the Ruin Stone of Destruction to break the barriers of the plane, and then left about [-] square meters of plane space for captive slave races.

However, due to the lack of personnel management, most of these slave races are shallow believers.

But Zhu Zichen didn't care, as long as these slave races could collect resources in a limited manner and produce corpses, that would be fine.

Whether it is death of old age, starvation, or disease, it is enough to produce undead anyway.

After arranging the matters, Zhu Zichen began to retreat to improve his divine power.

...

Five years later in the game.

Zhu Zichen is currently refining the upper limit of divine power in the castle.

The resources obtained from the werewolf plane are almost digested.

So the idea of ​​​​attacking the plane of the half-winged angels, in order to avenge the swallowing of resources, appeared again.

Before that, he opened the property panel to check his recent development.

Lord of the Planes: Lord of the Undead

Area: 206 square kilometers
Resources: Gold Coin (572931), Grain (38475), Wood (3572), Ore (4853), Iron Ore (4581), Shadow Steel (6455), Bloodstone (6240), Crystal (5239), Mercury (4957), Gem (4437)

Plane Barrier: 15
Buildings: Skeleton Graveyard (5000), Zombie Graveyard (2500), Castle (20), Mage Tower (8)

...

God Name: Lord of the Dead

Priesthood: Killing (Level [-]) Frost (Level [-])
Kingdom of God: none
Divinity: 18. 8
Divine power: 274/392
Faith value: 1475859
Life Law Fragment (2) (7)

信徒：1级亡灵（7500），骷髅兵（284057），骷髅勇士（250374），骷髅射手（224738）骷髅法师（153037）僵尸（103857）毒尸（50000）食尸鬼（50000）变异狗头人（2）血族（13847）狗头人（14762）蛙人（29389）鼠人（38484）

After five years of digestion, Zhu Zichen's strength has become stronger.

The divinity of 18.8 and the divine power of 392 are far beyond ordinary players at this stage.

And the current belief value can still allow him to practice for about a week, which is seven years.

The army of undead is even more huge with more than 100 million.

At a glance, it is so dense that you can't see the side at all.

And the vampires lost more than 2000 people because of the last war, and they haven't recovered yet.

This is the biggest disadvantage of the life race.

After fighting a war, if you want to restore your troops, you have to wait for the believers to grow slowly.

What's more, it's a race like vampires that reproduces relatively slowly.

And the total number of slave races is more than 7.

Originally there were more than 3 slave races, but Zhu Zichen moved more than [-] slave races to the plane of the undead to survive in order to try to have a few mutant believers.

But the result can be imagined.

For the slave race, the current undead plane is almost like hell.

The dead air is everywhere in the air, and the glaciers are more than 20 degrees below zero. Even the tenacious race cannot survive for a long time.

More than 3 slave races have not been in the plane of the undead for more than a month, and they have contributed to the number of the undead army.

When seeing the 100 million army, Zhu Zichen admitted that he felt a little inflated, so he recruited Kenny, who has been in the half-winged angel plane, to understand the situation.

A day later, Kenny returned to the undead plane in a hurry.

"Great Undead Monarch, your most loyal servant, Kenny is here to report."

At this time, Zhu Zichen was wearing silver-white armor, holding Frostmourne in both hands, thrusting it into the ground, and then her whole body was frozen on the throne.

He is carefully feeling the power of frost, as well as frostmourne.

Suddenly two balls of blue soul fire lit up in the helmet, and he looked at Kenny who was kneeling under the throne.

Then, a vicissitudes of life sounded.

"Staying in the half-winged angel for so many years, what information did you get?"

Hearing this, Kenny immediately said, "Dear Undead Monarch, the god of the half-winged angel plane, named Edra, is a high-level demigod, and there are more than 30 priests and more than 50 three Super Battle Angel."

High-level demigod, more than 50 third-level battle angels.

Hearing this, Zhu Zichen suddenly felt that his high-level resources equivalent to [-] gold coins were not very precious, and this enmity could be discussed.

"I heard that Edra is backed by a lower god as a backer, and he even controls five low-level resource planes, among which there are 200 million slaves stationed."

The resource plane is completely different from the werewolf plane in Zhu Zichen's hands.

The werewolf plane, which can only be called a broken plane, will slowly shatter over time and return to nothingness.

The resource plane is a special plane where the output of resources is particularly abundant, it will not dissipate naturally, it will not expand, and there is no special plane where the heart of the plane is born.

Also because there is no heart of the plane, the barriers between the planes have always been zero, and they cannot be merged, let alone squeezed.

For this kind of plane, the major forces have always been very precious, and the coordinates of the plane have always been a secret among secrets.

Kenny continued: "After years of inquiring, I found that the Half-Winged Angels have more than a million ordinary civilians. In case of an emergency, there are at least 300 million generals who can go into battle."

"300 million...understood."

After thinking for a while, Zhu Zichen continued: "You go to the treasury to pick some equipped treasures, and then go to the werewolf plane to take care of those slave races."

During these five years, those slave races seemed to let themselves go.

There is less and less faith in him, the undead lord, and fewer and fewer resources to submit each month.

It's time for Kenny to get a good job.

The treasure was found from Wolfe's treasure house.

Compared with the vampire Gudella who was searching for it, Wolfe's treasury does not have many high-level resources, but a lot of treasures and weapons and armor.

Of course, these treasures eventually expanded into his treasury.

"Yes, the great undead monarch."

Nodding his head, Kenny exited the hall respectfully.

It is currently impossible to attack the half-winged angel plane, so what are we doing now?

Some time ago, Wang Jiamin summoned an army of tens of thousands of undead to attack other planes.

Although he can also get some gains, but for him now, it is too little.

Why don't you find some first-level gods in the secret alliance to bully and bully?
Just when Zhu Zichen was thinking about how to develop next.

He suddenly felt a person appear in his plane.

A very strange acquaintance.

Switch perspective.

Zhu Zichen saw Lin Yao.

It turned out that after the Lin family and Yao finished dealing with the Lin family's affairs, he immediately logged into the game to pursue the footsteps of his belief.

However, Lin Yao did not appear as a god, but as a priest.

This reminded Zhu Zichen of what he had read from foreign posts.

If a devout believer enters the game, he will enter the game in adventure mode.

Probably it is to describe the current model of Lin Jiayao.

It's just because Lin Jiayao believed in him, so he didn't appear in the Continent of Gods, but in his plane.

At this time, Lin Jiayao's face was pale from the cold, with trembling hands folded over his chest, he observed the world suspiciously.

Didn't the guide say that there will be races, clergy and so on that can be chosen, why she doesn't have anything.

"What the hell kind of game is this? I'm so cold."

Because she is a first-level priest, she has no divinity in her body, so her physical fitness is not strong.

In the real world, it's just July, when the temperature is the highest, so when she builds the character, she just chooses a thin leather armor, the heat preservation effect can be imagined.

Just as she was looking around, an undead man with a dry face and a thin body suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Dear priest, the great undead monarch is waiting for you in the castle, please follow me."

Seeing the strange creature in front of him suddenly speak, Lin Jiayao was startled.

But when he heard the undead monarch, he knew that he should also be a believer of the gods, so he nodded and followed.

But after a while, she really couldn't stand the cold, so she took the initiative to ask, "Do you have any padded jackets or coats? It's too cold."

When the undead heard this, he just shook his head and said nothing.

For their undead, the temperature doesn't matter at all, so naturally there is no cotton-padded jacket or anything.

"No way, am I going to be the first player who freezes to death after entering the game?" Lin Jiayao looked helpless.

At this time, she noticed that the blood volume on her panel was decreasing, and there was an additional frostbite condition.

"How far is it to the castle?"

The undead leading the way said without looking back, "There are about twenty kilometers left."

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(End of this chapter)