Chapter 372 - 372 372 Controlling the Undead

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372: Chapter 372: Controlling the Undead 372: Chapter 372: Controlling the Undead After meditating for a while, when Zhao Guang’s Magic Power was restored, he promptly got up and gestured to Coscola. Coscola nodded slightly, “Surround them in formation and slowly approach.” The slaves swallowed hard, then cautiously moved closer. The Undead were frightening enough; they hadn’t expected that their master would be even more terrifying, able to annihilate them effortlessly from such a distance. This was the strength of a powerful Mage. From that moment on, an indelible mark was etched in their hearts. Once everyone had silently drawn near, they found that the Undead still didn’t collectively take action against them. Coscola stepped forward and with one sword stroke, he killed a Zombie. “It seems their controller is truly dead.” With no resistance, it indicated that there were indeed no traps here. “I’ve never seen such a negligent Undead Mage, to die just like that.” Zhao Guang curled his lips, wondering if they didn’t know to make a fake dwelling, or to live underground, giving a bad review. However, Coscola had his doubts, thinking perhaps they had never seen a Mage as cautious as you. Despite having such powerful firepower, despite having such overwhelming strength against the opponent, they ended up with a bombardment. Even if they had tried to sneak away and hide, by now they were probably at a dead end. But Coscola dared not judge his own master and could only let the slaves advance in succession to kill these Undead. Gradually, they realized that perhaps the Undead were not so terrifying, and one by one, they finally let go of their fears. “Not bad, very good, tally up their merits to see how many can become civilians this time,” Zhao Guang said without any attempt to disguise his intentions, and upon hearing this, the slave soldiers immediately went into a frenzy. Right, this was the time to earn military merits; how could they give up on this opportunity out of fear? They had been so envious of those two people before; how could they be so timid when it was their own turn? Thinking of freedom, of their future prospects, they became ever more frenzied. “Move aside, let me handle this one.” “Who would move aside? I was here first,” As the number of Undead dwindled, the soldiers almost came to blows over them. If it weren’t for Coscola and Zhao Guang keeping watch on the side, there might have actually been a fight. Seeing this situation, Zhao Guang also felt somewhat helpless—clearly, there had been some oversight. “Coscola, afterwards we will establish a set of military codes of conduct. If anyone violates them, increase their time as a slave,” he said. “Right, and for the regular soldiers, let’s use other punishments, such as putting them in the black hole or fining them or something. Later, we’ll compile an effective set of guidelines,” Zhao Guang continued. It’s both an advantage and a drawback to start from scratch: one can do as they please, but all aspects must be filled in by oneself. And when those slave soldiers heard Zhao Guang’s words, they finally didn’t dare to act recklessly anymore. After all, they were still slaves by status. If they really angered the master, according to the laws of the Empire, even if they were beaten to death, it was their just desserts. These people finally understood the need to calm down. Seeing their change in behavior, Zhao Guang nodded in approval; it seemed they were not completely unreceptive after all. Before long, the last of the Undead were cleared out and were dragged aside to be burned in the Flames. It was necessary because if they did not set fire to burn away the Undead, it was very likely that other creatures or dead animals would get infected, and over time, it was possible for new Undead to form. Zhao Guang walked to the place that had been blasted earlier, looked around back and forth, and in the end, found that the only thing of value was a box. Why say the box was valuable? Because it was the only thing that had not been destroyed in the explosion and flames. It wasn’t completely undamaged, though; the box looked a bit shabby but had still survived. “Wait, don’t get close,” Zhao Guang suddenly said, as if he thought of something. Then, standing far away, they used a stick to open the box. “I knew it, those crafty bastards must have been prepared.” As soon as the box was opened, a wisp of black air suddenly appeared and entered the stick. The stick, which had been somewhat green, began to wither and turn yellow and continued to spread rapidly. “This should be a Curse, right? Luckily, we didn’t touch it.” Even Zhao Guang felt a chill run down his spine, never having expected someone to be so sinister. Zhao Guang looked inside the box and found a small booklet. He touched and opened it again with a twig, and this time there was no danger. He took the booklet and carefully flipped through it—turns out it was the research notes of the Mage. “Really? There’s only one complete Spell, and it’s one to control the Undead.” Zhao Guang frowned. It’s not that there weren’t any decent spells for an Undead Mage, but controlling the Undead should not be used recklessly. Once used, if discovered, one would be labeled as an Undead Mage. Even someone like him, a Spiritual Mage, would still be viewed with suspicion by others. However, to say he wanted to give it up, Zhao Guang truly didn’t want to. Because this Spell was actually a very special one, controlling the Undead could revive dead creatures as Undead under one’s command. Their strength after death was much weaker, often by an entire level, compared to when they were alive. But the Spell itself would grow stronger as the Mage’s strength increased. A Junior Mage could only control low-level Undead, while an Advanced Mage could control high-level Undead, and moreover, the stronger they were, the more they could control. With just this Spell, if one’s own strength increased and there were suitable corpses, one could form a formidable fighting force. This guy, looking at his notes, should have reached the level of an intermediate Mage. But for some reason, after reaching intermediate level, this guy never encountered a high-level corpse. It might also be possible that there were intermediate-level corpses while alive, but after death, they became low-level. In short, this guy was quite unlucky. “Forget it, I’ll keep it for now. If it really doesn’t work out, it can still be used on Earth. Tired Undead are the best workers,” he concluded, an acceptance universally acknowledged that would make any Capitalist weep. However, this Spell needed some revisions regardless. If taken directly, there was no way he could learn it. “Anything else found?” Zhao Guang asked Coscola. Coscola shook his head, “Nothing else, just some contaminated Magic Crystal Stones here.” Looking at the Magic Crystal Stones, which were used for setting up graveyards, Zhao Guang didn’t have the inclination to purify them; it was quicker to produce his own. “Be careful, don’t touch them directly. Let’s take them back and sell them,” he said. There would always be people who liked them, whether for use or collection, especially among the Great Nobles of the Imperial City.

Chapter 372 - 372 372 Controlling the Undead

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