Chapter 11

Ange does not fight; he is a vegetable-growing skeleton. However, he has wielded a scythe for over a thousand years, and when harvesting crops, he can cut them down with a single stroke, leaving them neatly fallen. As long as he treats the opponent like a crop, Ange can cut wherever he wants.

The sharp scythe instantly severed the zombie's neck, and its head rolled down, bouncing to the feet of the small zombie. The small zombie was startled, instinctively covering its own neck with both hands, looking at the scythe in Ange's hand with fear.

Equally terrified was the person controlling the zombie from behind.

In a dark corner of the underground city, a necromancer in a black robe suddenly jumped up from his chair, instinctively covering his own neck.

The necromancer's thoughts had just been projected into the zombie, and all the sensations were the same as the zombie's. Ange's scythe was like cutting into his own neck.

This wasn't the first time something like this had happened, but this time it was too sudden, and the necromancer was completely unprepared, so he was greatly startled.

Regaining his composure, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and tried to reconnect with the zombie, but found that the connection was lost.

"What a loss, this zombie was the one I had the highest affinity with. What a lousy skeleton? How can its weapon be so sharp? And its movements are so fast," the necromancer muttered.

"I can't let this go. I need to go and see, and ideally, catch those two skeleton zombies," the necromancer stood up, walked to the wall, and lightly pressed it. The magic波动 from his fingertips aligned with a structure in the wall, and a hidden door opened outward.

Walking through the hidden door, he found a narrow passage. On both sides of the passage, there were recessed compartments, similar to a wardrobe, but when he looked into the compartments, he saw not clothes but zombies and skeletons.

The necromancer carefully selected a skeleton with fine and delicate bones, muttering, "I'll use you. Although your bones are incomplete and your shoulder blades are a bit deformed, your bone density is the highest. I guess you had good nutrition in life."

With one hand on the skull, the necromancer chanted a spell, controlling the white skeleton to walk out.

Aisk always said the underground city was safe, as long as you didn't attack others, no one would harm skeletons or zombies.

But Aisk only saw the skeletons and zombies controlled by Phyllin, which could be considered organized undead. Under Phyllin's control, they were safe, and no one would dare to harm them.

However, Aisk overlooked a problem. The Resting Wind blew outside, and over the years, many residents of the underground city had died of old age or accidents. Their corpses and skeletons, under the influence of the Resting Wind, would not have turned into undead? Where did these wild undead go?

As a human, Aisk didn't notice the difference between wild and organized undead. Seeing the streets full of skeletons and zombies, he assumed the undead were safe, but evil often lurked in corners even Phyllin couldn't notice.

Ange and the small zombie were immediately targeted upon entering. Ange was an unowned gray bone skeleton, wandering the streets without a fixed job, which was a clear sign of being unowned. The small zombie, however, was unusually active, not like a dull and slow zombie but more like a young lich.

A lich, a wise lich, is called a lich, while an unintelligent one is called a zombie. In terms of growth potential and practicality, a wise lich far surpasses a zombie by hundreds of times, and a lich can easily be cultivated into a powerful spellcaster.

Imagine having a powerful spellcaster who obeys your every command and can live long enough. It would be a precious asset for you and your descendants.

With the existence of the small zombie, a gray bone skeleton like Ange was relatively less valuable. The necromancer first targeted Ange, hoping to subdue him and then capture the small zombie. However, Ange's movements were too fast, and he lost control with a single strike.

Theoretically, a broken scythe should not be able to sever a tough-skinned zombie's head with one stroke. What caused this?

Unable to figure it out, the necromancer, driven by curiosity, sent out another skeleton. This time, he didn't expect to subdue Ange and capture the small zombie; he just wanted to understand the reason.

When he controlled the skeleton to reach Ange's location, he only saw a headless zombie following Ange and the small zombie, trying to move the rubble.

A zombie's soul is in the chest, so losing its head doesn't mean death. That's why you often hear about headless zombies and headless knights, but not headless skeletons.

However, losing its head greatly weakens the zombie's perception. The soul observes through the flesh from the chest, giving a feeling like cataracts. Only a very strong soul can ignore this obstacle.

Besides the three skeletons and zombies working hard in the field, he also saw Phyllin suddenly blocking his path, with a face twisted in anger: "You maggots in the underground sewers, I usually don't bother to clean you up, but now you dare to target my noble guest? Go to the world of death and repent."

The necromancer felt Phyllin's face concave and rotate, making him dizzy as if he were being sucked into a powerful vortex, falling into an endless abyss.

This transformation terrified the necromancer, and he thought of a terrifying spell—Soul Abyss.

It is a mental magic specifically targeting consciousnesses attached to other objects, such as mind control and necromantic possession, but with a low success rate. The mental power must be much stronger than the target's to succeed.

Fortunately, Phyllin's mental power was over ten times stronger than the human necromancer's, and he directly extracted and crushed the necromancer's consciousness.

In a dark corner, the necromancer, sitting in a chair, suddenly trembled and then completely softened, his body sliding helplessly to the ground.

With his consciousness extracted, the necromancer was like a living dead, never to wake up again. Although his body still breathed and was temporarily alive, if no one discovered him, he would lie on the ground until he starved to death.

After killing the consciousness attached to the skeleton, Phyllin sighed with relief, muttering, "Fortunately, I was cautious. It's hard to find a new guardian who can buy grain from. If these maggots startled the guardian, he might choose another place to guard, and the underground city would be doomed. No, this area must be declared a restricted zone, and no other creatures can enter casually."

After saying that, he quietly left, not wanting to disturb the guardian.

Not long after, the restless small zombie started running around and soon discovered the white skeleton, excitedly dragging it back and barking at Ange.

Ange ignored the skeleton and instead looked at the small zombie with confusion. A thread of soul energy was emerging from the small zombie and floating into Ange's body.

This was the second time. When Ange cut down the zombie earlier, the small zombie had covered its neck, looking scared, and a thread of soul energy had floated into Ange's soul.

Since the first thread of soul energy, Ange had felt a subtle connection forming between him and the small zombie.