Chapter 92: Too Late to Speak

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Chapter 92 of "Dig Up the Sun Emperor's Legacy: I Build an Invincible Undead Legion" begins revealing exciting developments: Chapter 92: Too Late to Speak Carlos took out his alchemical telescope and carefully observed below.... Don’t stop now!

Chapter 92: Too Late to Speak Carlos took out his alchemical telescope and carefully observed below. Suddenly, a group of small black dots caught his attention. He quietly flew lower. The view in the alchemical telescope expanded, and a traitor camp clearly sat at the deepest part of the funnel sand cavity! The entire camp was dark brown throughout, built with local sand and stone materials, almost blending completely with the environment. "Really well hidden. If I hadn’t come here with the idea that there was probably a traitor camp, even if I accidentally passed by, I probably wouldn’t have spotted it." After confirming the traitor camp’s location, his crimson-gold wing bones flapped as Carlos became a streak of light, flying toward the shield guards’ direction... "Boom!" "What!" A strong wind descended, bringing sand that nearly blinded the two traitors in the iron cages. "Who is it? An attack?!" As luck would have it, both Shia and the gray-robed old man felt a surge of hope. They hoped the attacking person or monster could cause chaos, giving them a chance to get out... Dimly, they saw a pair of huge crimson-gold wings giving off an ancient, terrifying aura, as if from an ancient beast. The hope in Shia’s and the gray-robed old man’s eyes grew stronger as they shouted internally: "Quick! Attack!" "Attack quickly!" The wind gradually stopped, sand settled, and the owner of the crimson-gold wings turned around... "You did very well. The camp is indeed ahead." Familiar figure, familiar low voice—the light in both traitors’ eyes went out. "We’re done for!" With the camp’s location found by the masked man, life-or-death crisis was right around the corner. The gray-robed old man urgently wanted to show his remaining value to try to survive. "My... my lord, to enter the camp, you must use special methods to cross the surrounding quicksand area..." Shia beside him smiled with contempt: "Hehe, idiot!" Shia’s mocking laughter made the gray-robed old man suddenly realize. This masked man could fly, and he had clearly said he found the camp, meaning the quicksand zone was no obstacle to him at all! Carlos slowly approached, saying indifferently: "Given your very cooperative situation, I’ve decided to give you quick deaths." His voice was low and cold. Since the traitor camp’s location was confirmed, these two traitors were naturally worthless. Carlos waved his hand. Two skeleton shield guards walked to the iron cages. Their ghostly soul fire gazed down, and cold killing intent instantly wrapped around them. Shia smiled bitterly, her arm falling powerlessly from her belt, accepting her fate. This place was still some distance from the camp. Even if she set off the rocket, it wouldn’t serve as a warning. She gave up. The gray-robed old man was even more terrified, his face white as a sheet with fear, desperately shouting: "My lord, I know secrets about the Black Poison Faction’s leadership!" "I know the camp leader’s abilities!" "I know..." Carlos listened and found no truly valuable information, so he didn’t wait. "Give them quick deaths." The shield guards immediately raised their greatswords. Sharp blades pointed at the two traitors, chilling them to the bone. None of this information had value enough to move the masked man! What else? What else? The gray-robed old man’s brain raced desperately. Suddenly he remembered a scene he had once glimpsed by chance: "My... my lord, the Black Poison Faction and Rock..." Unfortunately, it was too late... "Crack" X2 Two sword flashes passed. Inside the iron cages, both traitors lost their heads. Blood columns sprayed, headless corpses fell with thuds, completely silent. Then the shield guards dumped the corpses from the cages to make cleaning easier. Two heads were dumped out, rolling until they stopped facing each other. One showed resentful mockery, the other despair and unwillingness, vividly showing their final thoughts before death. Carlos looked down at the gray-robed old man’s head: "What did that old man’s last words mean? Black Poison Faction and Rock?" Could it be with Rock Sand City? "Rock Sand City... Black Poison Faction, The two..." Carlos was deep in thought. In his memory, Rock Sand City would expose a gutsy organization in the future. This organization actually had the nerve to secretly cooperate with the Black Poison Faction on experiments! On the day of exposure, Rock Sand City’s leadership angrily acted, executing all organization members. They even dug three feet deep into that organization’s base, not sparing even a sand mouse, killing everything completely. "This is getting messy..." Carlos’s expression was grim. These types who belonged to the human faction but cooperated with traitors were more hateful than traitors themselves! He somewhat regretted acting too quickly just now. However, this was also the gray-robed old man’s own fault—it would have been fine to speak up earlier, but he only remembered at the moment of death. "First destroy this traitor camp and see what clues there are." Carlos’s thoughts turned as he recalled all the shield guards. Wind rose and clouds moved as he shot straight into the sky. Next came hunting time! ... Inside the traitor camp, the brown-robed figure followed the camp leader to the innermost room on the building’s first floor, where several traitor guards stood watch. On the room’s floor was an underground entrance. "Below is the experimental progress you want to see!" The camp leader went down, and the brown-robed figure hesitated briefly before following... Down step by step until reaching the bottom. Dim torches lit narrow corridors with row after row of rooms stretching endlessly. Room doors were tightly closed, with faint miserable cries constantly coming from within... "Keep up." The camp leader strode forward, completely ignoring the brown-robed figure’s nervous reaction. The brown-robed figure hurried to follow. Their footsteps echoed clearly in the corridor. She began feeling uneasy, sensing something was watching her. Suddenly, the camp leader stopped in front of Room #27. Creak! The camp leader pushed the door open. Inside was bright as daylight, with several short-robed traitors gathered around a huge iron cage. Inside the cage, a Tailless Sand Scorpion was feeding. "Leader!" Seeing Dunro enter, several traitors quickly bowed while noticing the brown-robed figure following behind. "The money man behind your experiments sent him to check on the progress of Experiment #27." Upon hearing this, the traitors’ faces showed somewhat bootlicking smiles. Their experiments depended entirely on this sole sponsor’s support. The brown-robed figure stepped forward appropriately, their unique mechanical voice speaking: "Everyone, our lord wishes to understand what stage the experiment has reached?" Hearing this, the smiles disappeared from the traitors’ faces. They looked at each other awkwardly, taking a long time to respond. After several moments, one traitor reluctantly stepped forward with a very serious, solemn expression—clearly a conscientious professional. "Please rest assured, we’ve currently reached the stage of live monster experiments." "Live monster experiments???" The brown-robed figure’s mechanical voice became urgent.

Chapter 92: Too Late to Speak

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