Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 43: Vaga Scepter
"Hurry! Get out of here, you stinking bastards. Make room for the warden."

The big blue zombie was obviously very appealing among the smelly zombies. It roared, and all the green zombies immediately dispersed, leaving a clearing.

Although there was still some stinky mud dripping from the stinking zombies on the ground, Richard was not a pretentious person, so he just let go and jumped down.

The blue zombie drooled and let out that weird roar again:
"Warden, I'm Da Lan. I'm the guard of the underground prison, responsible for guarding the underground prison."

There are two types of undead in the world of Yasa, the undead without intelligence and the undead with intelligence. No matter how powerful the former are, they are all vassals of the latter.

Richard had long known about the existence of intelligent undead from various sources, but this was the first time he had seen one with his own eyes.

He couldn't help but ask curiously: "This big blue zombie?"

Why are you here? Are you also a prison guard at Saint Laurent Prison? But I remember your name is not on the list of prison guards.

"No, Warden, I am not a jailer. I am a guard of Saint Laurent Prison, just like the gargoyle puppet you saw.

Saint-Laurent Prison is divided into two floors, the upper floor holds the living and the lower floor holds the dead.

Our underground prison is specifically responsible for dealing with female ghosts. All female ghosts are imprisoned here."

"Oh, that's how it is." Richard suddenly realized. He couldn't help but sigh: "This Saint Laurent Prison is too professional. The living and the dead are managed separately.

Why not just lock them up together? Why make it so complicated? "

The big blue zombie shook his head and replied, "I don't know about that. I'm just a guard. The warden asked me to guard here, so I guard here.

As for why they arranged it this way? It’s none of our business.”

"Oh, I understand. May I ask who is the master who asked you to guard here?"

"He's also the warden, but he doesn't look like you."

"What's his name?"

"The warden is the warden. No matter what his name is, he is the warden."

"Didn't you ask his name?"

"He didn't give me permission to ask."

"Okay, that's fine. Big Blue. My name is Richard, remember this name. We may be together for a long time in the future. From now on, you can call me Warden Li or Boss Li."

"Guho. Okay, Boss Li!" Hearing Richard's words, the big blue zombie seemed very happy. He forced out a laugh from his throat.

"You are different from other wardens. You are the first warden who told me your name. Other wardens don't take us seriously. If you respect me, I will listen to you. Boss Li."

"Haha, then just follow me and work hard. I won't treat you unfairly."

Richard asked with a slight smile.

"Da Lan, has anyone come to the underground prison in the past few months?"

No one has come in the last few months. No one has come in the last sixty years, let alone a few months.

"That shouldn't be the case. Could it be that someone entered the prison and you didn't notice it?"

"Impossible, Boss Li, you can doubt my fighting ability, but you can't doubt my reconnaissance ability.

I can find my enemies by the smell of the air.

The whole prison is full of my little brothers [stinking zombies], and the stench they emit is everywhere. Even invisible ghosts can't escape the tracking of the smell. Whether it's alive or dead, as long as they have been to the underground prison, I will definitely know.

That would be strange.

Richard couldn't help but feel a little confused. The teacher said he left something for me in the underground prison.

Maybe the person the teachers sent to place the things was too strong, so Da Lan didn't notice it?
Richard didn't think much about it and said, "Big Blue, then take me to the underground prison for inspection."

"Okay, then you follow me closely." The big blue zombie swayed in front of Richard and Richard followed closely behind him. All the stinking zombies would consciously retreat to the sides of the road when they saw the big blue zombie.

Richard could clearly feel that the stinking zombies were not consciously giving way, they were just doing it instinctively, just like another magnet being pushed away by another magnet.

Obviously, this is the intelligent upper undead suppressing the unintelligent lower undead.

Richard followed Da Lan and observed carefully.

The walls of the underground prison were made of rough black stone, covered with green mud and water stains. The sound of dripping water echoed in the silent space, as if the footsteps of death were approaching.

Richard was a little confused at first, and didn't understand why there were such fresh water stains in this underground prison that had been sealed for a long time.

It wasn't until he saw a smelly zombie shaped like a bear rubbing against a tree that he understood.

Walking through the long corridor, Richard soon saw a row of cells.

Each cell was separated by solid iron bars. The floor of the cell was full of sewage and mud, emitting a disgusting smell. Occasionally, some dung beetles would push mud balls over the wall and crawl into some unknown dark corner.

Richard noticed that there was a dark green basin in each cell of the underground prison, and inside the basin was a pitch-black semi-solid substance that was as viscous as petroleum.

"Big Blue, what is this?"

“This is the Death Basin, Warden.

We the undead need to rely on the dead air of the undead to survive. If we cannot absorb the dead air of the undead for a long time, we will slowly decay. If the dead air of the undead is abundant and easy to absorb, we can make ourselves stronger just by absorbing the dead air of the undead.

The Death Basin is filled with high-concentration solid undead death energy that is difficult to absorb. It can ensure that the undead prisoners in the jail do not decay while their strength does not increase.

There is also a large pool a little ahead, which has the same function. We zombie guards usually soak in that pool when we have nothing to do. "

"Oh~ I can actually do this. I've learned something new. Good stuff. I can keep any female vampires or banshees I catch in the future.

Let them sleep inside during the day and come out to clean at night.

We don't keep idlers in Saint Laurent Prison. Even prisoners have to contribute to the prison to live here. I can't let them be responsible for guarding or something like that, so I'll just let them clean up, that's good."

Richard nodded with satisfaction.

After passing through the prison area, Richard soon saw the dead air pool that Da Lan had mentioned. Indeed, the pool was as wide and huge as Da Lan had said, and it looked like a small lake. It seemed that it would not be a big problem to put tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of zombies in it.

What made Richard curious was that there was a square platform about 5 meters long and wide in the center of the dead air pool, and on the platform was a dark altar.

"Boss Li, that is the control core of our underground prison. Only your warden has the authority to open it. After opening it, the underground prison can consume the high concentration of undead death energy to produce new stinking zombies.

However, if the undead energy is used up, you will need to spend gold coins and materials to replenish it."

Richard: Huh?
Ok? !

what? !

What the hell? !

Arms building?

Richard was stunned.

Richard was not surprised to see some guards in Saint Laurent Prison. Whether it was zombies or gargoyles, they were essentially consumables. Once they were used up, they were gone, and the total amount was limited. But a building that could continuously produce guards was another concept!

If they can be produced, it means there is no upper limit to the total number of arms!

If the arms are firearms, then the arms building is the arsenal that produces firearms.

Even in a certain beautiful country where life is free and death is random, private citizens are not allowed to own arsenals that can produce firearms. But there is one here?

Richard was shocked and couldn't wait to grab Da Lan's hand and said, "Send me over quickly so I can take a look."

Da Lan immediately lifted Richard up, put him on his shoulder and said.

"Okay, Boss Li, hold on tight. I'll set off now."

Da Lan jumped into the pool of dead air in a hurry. The pool of dead air could only reach Da Lan's belly button, which could completely submerge the smelly zombie.

Unlike the stinking zombies, the dead air pool is colorless and odorless. Ade. But every time Richard looked at the porcelain under his feet, he would feel a fear from the bottom of his heart. It was the innate awe of death that was engraved in the body of living things.

Da Lan took Richard across the dead air pool and jumped onto the control console.

As expected, as soon as he approached the console, Richard felt an inexplicable connection between himself and the console. He felt that the console was howling, longing for his touch.

The console looked like a young woman stuck in a washing machine whose husband never came home.

Richard couldn't stand this kind of thing the most, so he slapped the console hard on the butt.

Snapped!
Instantly, the controls glowed with a dark green light, and inexplicable energy began to swirl around the console.

【Smelly Zombie

Level 2, Stage 3

Strength level: 2.2 rings

Attributes:
Attack: 4
Defense: 9
Health: 27
Damage: 4-5
Speed: 4
Initiative: 5
Weekly production: 5
Special skill:

Undead creatures.

Wrath of the Dead: When a group of allied Undeads are completely wiped out, their attack power will be greatly increased and last for a short period of time.

The amount of attack damage increased depends on the number and quality of dead friendly troops.

Sweeping Stink: Continuously emits a foul odor around, reducing the initiative and movement speed of all enemy units around it.

Summary of the troops: Slow movement speed, low initiative, extremely high physical defense, a very strong meat shield type of troops, suitable for protecting friendly forces.

But if the enemy chooses to ignore the Stinky Zombie because of its high health and extremely high defense, then the enemy will be fooled.

The pervasive stench will destroy their will, pollute their souls, and make them weaker and weaker until they completely faint.

If the casualties of friendly undead on the battlefield are heavy enough, the stinking zombies with the wrath of the dead will quickly strengthen themselves.

They have no growth limit at all, even with a 2nd level soldier body, it is not impossible to deal 9th ​​level damage. 】

"This... this is..." Looking at the panel that appeared in his mind, which was almost a game attribute panel, Richard's pupils widened and he was stunned.

At this moment, the three views he had built up in this world for more than twenty years suddenly collapsed.

Huh? No? I live in a game world?

Or is this just the bad taste of the old time traveler?
At this moment, there is an energy in the control that can generate 5 smelly zombies.

Richard could clearly feel that as long as he wanted, he could use the console to recruit these five smelly zombies at any time.

The only price he had to pay was to consume some high concentration of undead death energy, that was all.

Is it so powerful?
Richard was so excited that he tried it immediately.

"recruit!"

"Recruit stinking zombies!"

"Zombies hiding in the darkness, please abandon your old image, change yourself, and become my possession!"

"Control panel, recruit! Recruit for me!"

But contrary to Richard's expectations, the scene he expected did not appear, and the console did not respond at all.

"Ah?" Richard was very confused.

What does it mean? As a warden, I can't recruit my own troops?
I don’t believe it, Richard increased his efforts and shouted recruitment in his heart.

His loud shouting did not wake up the control console, but woke up something else.

A ball of dark gray mist suddenly gushed out from the pool of dead air, bringing out two things.

Richard looked closely and saw that the two objects were a book and a dead wood staff.

After the book and the dead wood staff gushed out from the pool of death, they flew slowly in front of Richard.

The dead wood staff looks like a crooked, bare, dead branch with a plaster-like white ball on the top.

Even though he no longer had any magic power, Richard could still feel the tremendous strength from this powerful treasure!
This is most likely what my teacher left for me!

Richard was excited. He held the staff without hesitation.

At that moment, Richard learned the name of the staff: the Staff of Disintegration!
【Disintegration Staff

Hero's magic value +10, ignore all enemy's magic resistance status and effects. 】

[Staff of Disintegration] is undoubtedly a very powerful magic weapon.

If he had not lost his magic power and had obtained the [Staff of Disintegration] before, Richard would be so happy that he would not be able to sleep for three days and three nights. But now he is a useless person without magic power. This staff is not of much use to him. At most he can sell it for some money.

The teacher clearly knew that I had no magic power, so why did he give me this staff? Chad tilted his head in confusion and looked at another prop.

At this sight, Richard's thoughts exploded!

The Origin of Witchcraft: The Truth

Author: Great Wizard Bob

Bob's book! It's a unique copy that has never appeared on the market.

If there wasn't something wrong with this I would have drowned myself in the biogas tank right there and then.

Richard didn't even bother to destroy the scepter, and eagerly opened "The Origin of Witchcraft: The Truth".

We have all been deceived by the gods! Magic is not something given by God. Anyone can use magic, including you who have no magic power!

(End of this chapter)