socalfunplaces Chapter 3 The First Cry of the Dead
Chapter 3 The First Cry of the Dead
Lin Mo leaned against the wine barrel, panting heavily, the necromantic amulet on his chest emitting a faint gray light.
He looked down at the amulet in his hand, and another stream of information flooded his mind:
[Undead Amulet Activated]
[Basic Summoning Technique Unlocked]
[Effect: Can convert creatures that die within two hours into skeletons]
[Cost: 10 mana points are consumed for each corpse transformed]
Current Mana: 50/50
[Troop Limit: No cap]
Lin Mo's pupils suddenly contracted.
No upper limit.
This affix is what makes this treasure truly terrifying.
In his past life, he had seen too many people misunderstand the art of summoning spirits, thinking it was simply "turning a corpse into a skeleton." But having truly experienced the three-year apocalypse, he realized that the essence of this skill was not transformation at all, but sacrifice.
Offering corpses as sacrifices to the undead plane in exchange for undead creatures of equal value.
The corpse of an adult human can be exchanged for a skeleton soldier.
In the future, as his necromancy level increases, he could even exchange a dragon's corpse for an entire vampire army.
Lin Mo slowly stood up, his gaze falling on the two corpses in the cellar.
One was the unfortunate man who had been bitten to death by the zombie, still wearing his priest's robes. The other was the zombie he had just killed, half of its face blown off, with a crowbar still stuck in its skull.
As for whether zombies are living beings?
Undead creatures are still living beings.
All conditions are met.
Lin Mo took a deep breath, gripped the amulet tightly, and concentrated his mind.
A gray light surged from the amulet, spreading along his arm and finally coalescing in his palm, forming a complex runic array.
The magic circle hovered in mid-air, slowly rotating and emanating a chilling aura.
Lin Mo pushed the magic array toward the first corpse.
The gray light instantly engulfed the corpse.
Flesh, bones, clothing—everything was melting away at a visible speed, as if being broken down into the finest particles by some invisible force and then sucked into the void.
Three seconds later, the body disappeared.
Only a dark red stain remained on the ground.
At the same time, the air in the center of the magic circle began to distort, a crack tore open space, and a figure walked out of the crack.
Skeleton soldiers.
It was about 1.8 meters tall, with a grayish-white skeleton. In its left hand it held a broken round shield, and in its right hand it gripped a rusty iron sword. Eerie green flames burned in its empty eye sockets, like two will-o'-the-wisps.
It walked up to Lin Mo and knelt on one knee.
Skeleton soldiers have been summoned.
[Level: Level 1 Undead Creature]
【Features: Painless, fearless, no need to eat, no need to rest】
[Weakness: Low defense, takes double damage from magic attacks]
Lin Mo looked at the skeleton soldier kneeling in front of him, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
sense of security.
An unprecedented sense of security.
In his past life, he hid in the basement for over a month, missing the most crucial development period. Back then, he would tremble with fear every time he heard footsteps outside. But now, he has his own army in less than an hour since the game started.
Even the lowest-ranking skeleton soldier was enough to make him no longer an ant at the mercy of others.
Lin Mo turned to the second corpse, the living corpse.
The gray magic circle reappeared, engulfing the living corpse.
This time, the summoned skeletons had thicker skeletons, probably because the undead were in better physical condition when they were alive.
Two skeleton soldiers stood on either side of Lin Mo behind him, their eerie green flames flickering in their eye sockets.
Lin Mo glanced at his mana: 30/50.
20 points have been used up, leaving 30.
Not enough. After converting three more skeletons, I'll be out of mana. It will take overnight to restore my mana.
He stretched his shoulders and felt the amulet on his chest getting slightly warm, as if reminding him that this was just the beginning.
Lin Mo didn't rush to leave the cellar. Instead, he closed his eyes and quickly organized his thoughts.
I have the amulet, and I also have two skeleton soldiers.
However, the blueprints for building a level one cemetery are still just blueprints; they require 2000 gold coins, 1000 stone ore, and 500 wood. He currently has none of these.
More importantly, he had to consider a critical issue: air.
Lin Mo suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at his watch.
4:37.
Thirty-seven minutes have passed since the game started.
He remembered clearly that about an hour after the game began in his previous life, the concentration of the air components from the other world in the real world was enough to affect humans. That kind of air was poisonous to ordinary people.
Inhalation can cause shortness of breath, numbness in the limbs, and general weakness. Those with poor physical condition may die immediately.
Even for those with strong constitutions, this adaptation period takes at least three to five days, and it takes fifteen days to a month for the body to fully adapt.
Lin Mo gritted his teeth.
He had originally planned to return home immediately through the portal, but now it seemed there wasn't enough time.
It will take at least twenty minutes to return to the teleportation array from here, and there simply isn't enough time to return from the island nation to H country.
He had to find shelter on the spot.
This cellar... Lin Mo looked around. The space wasn't large, but it had walls and a roof, so it could be sealed off. The problem was, there was no food, no water, and no other supplies.
If I stay here for a few days, I'll starve to death.
We must go out and gather supplies, and we must collect enough supplies within half an hour, while also finding a suitable shelter.
Lin Mo glanced at the two skeleton soldiers, then at the crowbar in his hand.
He turned and headed toward the cellar exit, two skeleton soldiers following silently behind him, their bony feet clicking on the stone steps.
Pushing open the cellar door, Lin Mo returned to the church hall.
The dozen or so survivors were still huddled in the corner when they saw Lin Mo emerge from the cellar, followed by two skeleton soldiers. Their expressions changed drastically.
"My God..." The old priest's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he repeatedly made the sign of the cross on his chest. "You...you're the devil?"
Lin Mo did not answer, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.
Suddenly, his gaze stopped.
In the corner, a blond young man stared at the skeleton soldier behind him, his eyes filled with fear and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Curiosity? Excitement? Or both.
Lin Mo's pupils contracted slightly.
He recognized the face.
Hammer Anderson.
In his previous life, he was the Ghost King Hammer, the undead overlord of North America, and a top-ten player ranked globally.
Hammer looked to be only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, wearing a faded hoodie and with the youthful innocence of a college student on his face. He was huddled in the corner, clutching a crucifix, but his eyes kept glancing at the skeleton soldiers.
Lin Mo's lips curled up slightly.
interesting.
This future top figure is currently just an ordinary passerby.
An idea popped into Lin Mo's mind: to recruit him.
The reason why Hummel the Ghost King was able to become the Ghost King was not only due to his incredible luck in obtaining the necromancer's amulet, but also because he had his own extraordinary abilities. In his previous life, Hummel had a keen strategic vision, decisive tactical execution, and a kind of madness and obsession unique to necromancers.
These kinds of people are born for the undead faction.
Rather than letting him become an adversary in the future, it's better to bring him under our control now.
Lin Mo walked up to Han Mo and looked down at him.
"What's your name?"
Hammer looked up, his blue eyes filled with fear and wariness: "Ham... Hammer Anderson."
"Do you want to live?"
Hammer paused for a moment, then nodded frantically.
Lin Mo pointed to the skeleton soldiers behind him: "Follow me."
"Where...where to?"
"A place to survive." Lin Mo turned and left. "Of course, you can choose to stay here, but I can't guarantee how long this church will last."
Hammer looked at the broken walls and ceiling around him, then at the still rampaging Cyclops outside the window, gritted his teeth, and got up from the ground.
"I'll go with you."
Lin Mo didn't turn around, but the smile on his lips widened even more.