Final Lord

Chapter 165 Thunderous Abomination
The first skeleton carried a pickaxe on its shoulder, but its joints rusted and creaked. The second ghoul's fangs dripped venom, but its claws were too distorted to grip the pickaxe. The third ghost floated in mid-air, its soul fire churning with fighting spirit, but not a trace of death energy could be condensed at its fingertips.

"A standard Tier 2 Skeleton Miner, classic type. Skilled in mining, and can also do some farming. Combat strength is relatively average for its tier."

A common Tier 3 Claw Ghoul, small in size, agile, and skilled at logging. Excellent combat ability.

A common Tier 3 Fallen Ghost, a new addition this year. It can use necromantic energy to mine minerals in the mining area. Its mining ability is slightly worse than that of the Skeleton Miner, but its combat strength is quite impressive.

Their intangible nature allows them to easily hide within your territory, neither frightening your subjects nor being detected by your superiors.

The singer was quite cunning; she seemed to offer three options, but in reality, she only offered one. The first two options were used as contrasts to highlight the down-on-his-luck ghost. Only the down-on-his-luck ghost was the product she truly wanted to sell.

Wang Bufu naturally saw this as well.

“They’re all outdated and defective products.” Wang Bufu waved his hand to disperse the black mist. “What I need are ruthless machines that can mine during the day and kill people at night.”

"Outdated?" A ghostly fire suddenly blazed in the singer's eyes, and the skull at the top of his scepter clicked shut, cracking a hole in the carriage floor. "That's going too far. The Fallen Ghost is our Gravediggers' latest success this year, and we haven't even sold it on a large scale yet."

Mair was startled by the singer's sudden outburst of energy, and huddled in the corner of the carriage, trembling uncontrollably.

Wang Bufu smiled in his heart.

It's certainly not outdated now, but what about in the future?

The unit I want, you gravediggers haven't even produced it.

Wang Bufu confidently tapped the table.

“Take your temper away, Ms. Singer. I’m used to it, but my little businessman isn’t so easily intimidated.”

A calming aura emanated from Wang Bufu, forcefully suppressing the singer's imposing presence.

Only then did Mair have a chance to catch his breath. He clutched his chest and gasped for air, expressing his gratitude to Wang Bufu.

“I would say that the goods you provided are outdated, and of course I have my reasons,” Wang Bufu said with a smile. “I have seen better undead units than these three you have.”

"Roar?" The singer tilted his head slightly, crossed his arms, and spoke with a barbed tone: "Within the Kingdom of Eagles, we tomb guardians are second to none."

You actually said you've seen something better?

Then I'll listen carefully.

"Then you should open your eyes wide and watch carefully."

Wang Bufu flicked his finger, took out a notebook, and wrote four large characters on it: "Thunderous Hatred".

He wrote down the advanced recipe for Thunderous Abomination and handed it to the Singer. This advanced recipe lacked the most important advancement ritual, but it was enough for the Singer.

The singer was initially dismissive, but as she looked at the recipe more carefully, her expression became more serious.

In the end, she even shook her head and muttered:
"This... this is actually possible? How could this possibly succeed? Impossible! Impossible!"

"No, I have to try." The singer put down the notebook, closed his eyes, and his body was filled with the aura of the dead.

After a long while, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and softly began to sing a ballad.

Surrounded by the songs, a deathly aura gathered before the singer, gradually forming the image of a spirit.

"Boom!" A bloody wind surged out with a thunderous roar, and a giant shadow, nearly two meters tall, almost cracked the wooden planks of the carriage. Its left arm was a mining drill wrapped with arcs of electricity, and its right arm was embedded with a harvesting sickle. Its torso was covered with mineral crystals, and it made a clanging sound with every step it took.

"It actually worked!" The singer stared in astonishment at the scene before him.

"Thunderous Abomination." Her hand passed through the necromantic runes on the Thunderous Abomination's chest, and she murmured, "Its pickaxe can easily chisel through granite layers, and its scythe can harvest an arc with a two-meter radius when swung. Its mining efficiency is three times that of a skeleton miner, its logging efficiency is twice that of a clawed ghoul, and its combat strength is roughly equivalent to that of a wraith! It also has a planting ability that none of the three undead units possess!"
Rank and cost... just like a fallen ghost!

The singer was increasingly shocked. Disregarding her image, she grabbed her hair and screamed hysterically, "How could such a perfect undead unit possibly exist! If such a perfect undead unit exists in this world, what's the point of our research as gravediggers?"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The singer frantically scratched her head, not satisfied with that. She also rubbed her fingernails against the carriage wall, making a piercing noise.

Wang Bufu could understand the singer's feelings. The Gravekeepers organization was a research organization, and its members all had certain scientific attributes.

It's not surprising that a scientist would react this way when he discovers that his and his colleagues' research has been completely surpassed, causing his beliefs to crumble.

Wang Bufu silently apologized to the singer.

Thunderous Abomination is an undead unit jointly developed by the Gravekeepers and players twelve years later, and its appearance shocked the entire God-Greed World.

Now that I'm bringing out Thunderous Abomination, it's really a bit of an insult to the undead.

I'm not even an undead; I'm a human.

For the singer, sharing my thunderous hatred with her is like an ant sharing a faster-than-light engine with scientists on Earth.

A big departure.

If I'm not mistaken, the next person the singer will ask me is where Thunderous Hatred comes from.

"Lord! Please tell me, which necromancy school created this Thunderous Abomination?! The corrupt rationality of the Winter Empire? The Ghost Mountain Society of the Star Empire? The Necromancer Society? Or the Forbidden Alliance of the Manila Empire?"

The singer suddenly pressed himself against Wang Bufu, his icy body almost merging with Wang Bufu's.

Her eyes were wide open, and her hands had already restrained Wang Bufu's arms.

Wang Bufu quickly stood up, shaking off the singer. He suppressed the smile on his lips, coughed lightly, and said:

"None of those. Don't guess. This is an ancient relic that an elder of mine unearthed while excavating ruins."

I am not an undead, nor do I have the ability to mass-produce undead. This recipe in my possession is like a glowing orb in a box—a complete waste.

Only by selling this formula to you can its true value be realized.

"Sell! You're willing to sell!" The singer's eyes lit up. "I understand! No wonder you were parading around Night Mountain City like this; you came here for us from the start!"

"Alright, alright, I thought I was a predatory beast, but it turns out I'm just a silly fish greedy for bait."

Wang Bufu smiled slightly: "So, are you willing to take the bait, Ms. Singer?"

"Of course I'd love to! No, I should say, please let me take the bait. Please kill me, and don't go fishing for any other fish!"

The singer asked excitedly, "How do you plan to sell this recipe?"

(End of this chapter)