The surrounding swarm forcefully drove them near the Desolate Tomb.
Lear conveyed the idea of converting them into ghosts, and the Desolate Tomb instantly responded with a jubilant emotion.
Then it began its actions.
It was also Lear’s first ti witnessing the Desolate Tomb devour life; a semi-transparent chain, imbued with a dense necromantic aura, extended from the tomb.
It stretched directly for dozens of ters, wrapping around the Wormn.
The Wormn, full of terror, tried to struggle, but the chain was an ethereal energy with no physical substance, incapable of causing actual damage.
The Desolate Tomb gave a strong pull.
Ah!!
A screaming soul was directly yanked out of its body.
Clang clink~
The sound of tal clashing echoed as the Soul Chain slowly shortened, pulling the soul of the Wormman directly into the tomb.
But realizing that this approach seed inefficient, the Desolate Tomb simply extended ten Soul Chains.
It began a dense soul-reaping.
Those foul-slling Wormn had their souls devoured one by one.
The soulless bodies fell directly to the ground, with no visible damage on the surface, still intact but lifeless.
The Power of Crimson surged upward from the ground, enveloping the Wormn’s bodies.
Like concentrated sulfuric acid splashed onto flesh.
Sizzling and smoking.
In just a few breaths, they dissolved into blood, rging into the ground.
The thousands of Wormn only slightly enhanced the Land of Crimson Rot.
After devouring a large number of souls, the Desolate Tomb beca ravenous, beginning to absorb the power of the Land of Crimson Rot on a large scale.
Torrential Crimson Energy poured into it, causing a faint blood glow to rise around.
Ah~
A shrill wraith’s scream suddenly echoed, as if hearing the lants of humans in the abandoned house deep in the mountains at the unlit hour of the early morning.
Sending shivers down one’s spine.
The next mont, a transparent-bodied ghost slowly crawled out from the tomb.
Both hands pressed on the tombstone, the body exerting great force.
As if sothing was tugging at its body.
Just as it was about to crawl out, ah~~ it suddenly shrieked, and the body was abruptly pulled back into the tomb.
Crunch crunch~ A chewing sound ca.
The ghost imdiately disappeared without a trace.
Before Lear could react, nurous ghosts began crawling out from the tomb.
In dense masses, like climbing upward from a pit of ten thousand corpses.
Occasionally, the weaker ones were pulled back into the tomb...
Is this also a screening process?
This horrific scene made Lear’s brow furrow slightly.
Soon, the first ghost to climb out of the tomb erged.
After completely detaching from the tomb, its body suddenly radiated a ghostly blue glow, and simultaneously, a surge of power from the tomb infused into it.
The aura of the ghost began to rapidly rise.
In the blink of an eye, it escalated to Level 9.
The aftermath of the power didn’t dissipate, and in its hands, a sharp scythe materialized.
Thus, the Deserted Tomb Guard was officially born.
The numbers soon increased, gradually filling the limit of 1,000 Deserted Tomb Guards.
And the power required to convert Deserted Tomb Guards.
Mostly ca from devouring the flesh of the Abyss Duke.
This nearly endless energy source beca the core of the Land of Crimson Rot.
Lear looked at the Deserted Tomb Guards, each holding a scythe, floating in mid-air, deathly aura pervading.
Feeling quite content.
These are troops that can be resurrected.
With a number of 1,000, enough to stir up a Ghost Tide!
Satisfying.
The next day, September 18th.
Lear awoke to the sound of iron being struck.
Watching the bustling and lively territory, he was quite expectant.
However, judging by this appearance, it would still take a few days before seeing the finished armor rolling off the line.
But once off the line, it would be in dozens of sets, not just three or five sporadic ones.
This is the advantage of industrial mass production.
Moreover, this thod also aligns better with territory developnt.
With so many troops, what use is there in forging just a few sets individually?
Better to have a slightly lower Level but ensure that everyone has it.
This is also how Standard Armor is sourced.
Today, he didn’t stay in the territory to watch the troops forge.
After inspecting the progress, he began to gather the troops.
3-Star information — Mire Swamp ← 20 kiloters west, today spatial disturbances will occur, caused by the collapse of Ancient Ruins.
It will also bring forth a batch of relic explorers.
He was quite interested in this.
First, there were four squadrons of Cold-blooded Cavalry, and 150 freshly equipped Night Elves with new arrows.
Next were the Crimson Queen Bee and 30,000 Crimson Wasps.
Level 12 Haggs, Level 13 Flesh Butcher, and Level 14 Two-headed Giant Chief, all top combat forces, participated in the exploration.
Bubble Beasts, 3 Swamp Boggarts, along with the Land of Crimson Rot.
In this way, a strong army was already ford.
Fully capable of launching a dium-scale small battle.
The territory had the Cyclops, 50 Ancient Treants, and 20,000 Crimson Wasps guarding it.
The swamp had been cleared several tis, and this force was sufficient to pacify ordinary enemies.
If the enemy was strong, the Crimson Wasps could imdiately relay information, allowing the army to return in ti.
Once the army gathered, Lear did not hesitate and directly ordered the march.
This ti, Lear and the Swamp Boggarts, Bubble Beasts, rode on Unicorns identical to those of the Dark Night Elves.
In this way, there were no warriors walking in the army.
In the charging, everything before the eyes flew by swiftly.
Two hours later, the army left the swamp.
The Wilderness once again appeared in Lear’s sight.
Counting the previous search for Treants, this was the second departure from the swamp.
The army left the mire, stepping on firm ground, imdiately feeling a difference.
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