Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 129 Be sensible, this is Lord Chen's soul contract chain (6K)

The power displayed by the armored warriors was so overpowered that everyone, from the front lines to the rear camps, fell into a brief state of speechlessness.

Everyone just watched helplessly as this guy dragged the magnetic war chariot, like a rabbit dragging a tilted mammoth. An ordinary person was pulling a sideways armored vehicle, struggling and swaying, taking one step at a time, as he chased after it.

Those footprints were really deep.

However, although everyone was somewhat stunned in this situation and stopped their interception, it was indeed a bit of an insult to the centaur to carry the cart around like this to chase after the old bull.

Upon hearing Kaga's command, little Ma Baoguo dashed off without looking back, dragging the half-dead old ox off the ground.

Even as gasps of surprise rang out behind it, it did not hesitate for a moment, nor did it glance at the commotion.

To go from being Kaga's hated enemy to becoming his most trusted partner, this is a stubborn little guy.

Without looking back, the small group of men dragged the old ox all the way out of the Blood Fortress.

A shocking trail of blood was left behind.

Only after Old Bull was snatched out of the Blood Fortress's territory did the mysterious armored warrior stop and let out a few indistinct roars in the direction the "enemy" had fled.

It seemed to be joyful, yet it also seemed to carry a hint of sadness.

He then slowly turned around, dragging the giant "trophy," and walked heavily back the way he came.

No, you should give our car back...

Whether or not it's returned is irrelevant now. To reduce weight, the vehicle's cab is semi-open, and the operator in the central control room has already been thrown off the vehicle during the bumpy ride. Now, no one can go up and turn off the power switch.

Everyone could only watch helplessly as this guy treated the "Magnetic Chariot" like a mere accessory, dragging it back to the city lord's mansion with a screeching metallic scraping sound all the way.

Seemingly sensing that the "burden" behind him was too awkward, the armored warrior awkwardly swayed his body from side to side in front of the only remaining half of the porch of the city lord's mansion, trying to shake it off.

Having failed to achieve the desired effect, he ultimately disregarded everything and entered his city lord's mansion.

Boom! Crash!
The houses that were just a few moments ago had broken walls and pillars, but now they've been completely leveled.

Wherever the large cart passed, walls collapsed, houses crumbled, and dust billowed.

The armored warrior laboriously moved to the steps where it had once sat, attempting to sit down as it had done countless days and nights before. However, the small mountain of steel behind it relentlessly blocked its way.

Once, twice... He tried with all his might, and the armor and chariot continued to groan under the strain.

Eventually, he gave up.

The armored warrior maintained a strange posture—standing with his legs stiff and his body slightly leaning forward, as if using all his strength to resist the enormous dragging force behind him, before solidifying back into a silent metal statue.

A heavy, long sigh seemed to echo in the air.

Outside the fortress, Lao Niu was dragged into a makeshift field hospital.

The Han Hai troops, strictly adhering to the Dongxia combat regulations, set up a makeshift field hospital on their very first day of camping. Several Nightblade mercenary warriors who were injured during the first day of the land clearing operation received excellent care there, which was one of the reasons why the mercenary group was so devoted to their lord.

The medic, holding a bilingual (Qiyue and Dongxia) version of the "Battlefield First Aid Manual," loudly issued instructions.

"Cut open his outer garment, stop the bleeding first, stop the bleeding!"

"Watch your heart rate and blood pressure! Take them! Check your pupils!"

"Continue the treatment, keep casting spells, don't stop!"

"Adrenaline ready! Quick!"

After a chaotic flurry of activity, with herbs, healing magic, tourniquets, injections, and a whole host of other miscellaneous treatments, the old ox's bleeding was finally stopped, and it seemed he wouldn't die anytime soon.

All I can say is that this guy was destined to survive.

Although he wasn't wearing metal armor, Lao Niu was still covered by a large stab-proof vest. The highly resilient fiber material effectively blocked the dull sword of the armored warrior, preventing the swordsman from splitting Lao Niu in two. Instead, the force of the slash sent Lao Niu flying.

Of course, we must also thank the centaurs and human warriors for their selfless physical obstruction, as well as the sacrifice of the "Magnetic Chariot".

Otherwise, given the speed and strength of the opponent, Liu Zaiyue would have had no chance of escaping.

The assault team's vanguard, having regained their senses, had all withdrawn from the inner city and formed a defensive battle formation outside the city wall, looking somewhat bewildered.

"What kind of monster is this?"

"My lord, I have some guesses!"

Doyle was granted permission and led to the video communicator at the forward base. His expression was grave: "This, this is very likely an earthbound undead, one that has evolved into a fully evolved Great Undead!"

Chen Mo frowned: "Let's get out of here first, then we can talk slowly!"

At an emergency military meeting, Doyle carefully explained his conjecture to Chen Mozai.

The so-called earthbound spirits are a type of primordial undead creatures.

"Undead creatures, according to the summoner's classification, can be divided into three types: native to this domain, resurrected by witchcraft, and secondary to the underworld."

"The underworld has the most secondary undead creatures. They are all pure undead creatures born in another world, under the jurisdiction of the Underworld Lord. Sometimes they will respond to the call of the necromancer and be ordered to come to the Starry World to fight."

"Your skeleton is this type."

"The term 'resurrection through witchcraft' refers to the lich of the undead lineage, or necromancers among humans, who use magic to revive creatures whose soul fire has not completely dissipated after death, turning them into resurrected spirits."

"This type of spirit is strictly prohibited by all countries on the Starry Continent, so it is very rare to see resurrected spirits. However, some countries or nobles will secretly keep some."

"The undead creatures native to this domain are those that, due to the influence of magic in certain special environments of the Starry Continent, can act autonomously again after death. They are not controlled by the lords of the underworld, nor are they bound by necromancers or liches. We necromancers call these native to this domain."

"After being transformed into a spirit, it can only move within the region where it was born and cannot leave its original territory. This is called a bound spirit."

From any perspective, this armored warrior in Blood Fortress perfectly fits the above characteristics.

Doyle's explanation was very detailed. To become a native, earthbound undead being of this domain, one must be a mixture of multiple complex elements. It is no exaggeration to say that it was created by nature.

According to Doyle's speculation, this earthbound undead must have originally been a core commander guarding Razorfen Downs, and might even have been the last lord of the city himself.

To be able to serve as the leader of such an important town, one must have held a very high rank.

It was this powerful strength, the unwillingness to accept the fall of the fortress, the chaotic psychic energy turbulence after the destruction of the local magical protective array, and perhaps the magical field of this place, which has been a battlefield of blood and fire for hundreds of years, that ultimately created such a powerful earthbound undead.

“We necromancers generally believe that among the undead creatures native to this realm, those that can roam freely may have varying levels of ability, but those that are confined to a certain area and unable to move must be extremely powerful!”

"Earthbound undead are ranked very high in the undead hierarchy, above cursed lich and death knight, and slightly below archlich and skeletal dragon."

“Geographical restrictions are both a constraint and an advantage for earthbound spirits.”

Chen Mo stopped writing, tapped the notebook heavily with the tip of his pen, and asked a series of questions.

Does this thing possess intelligence? Can it communicate?

"Is there any way to deal with this earthbound... this earthbound spirit?"

Doyle rubbed his slightly messy hair: "My lord, earthbound undead are intelligent, but not in the way we usually understand them—the kind of intelligence that can think and communicate."

"The birth of a landbound spirit must be due to a very strong desire or resentment, which is why it is bound tightly to this land."

"They will keep focusing on this goal and completely ignore everything else."

"Unless you can help the earthbound spirits fulfill their wishes..."

"Or, we could fight them head-on. Earthbound undead are still undead creatures, and we can fight them. However, I feel that this guy in the city may already be at least at the sixth or even seventh rank. My Black Knight should only need one strike to defeat him... It probably won't be an easy fight."

Kaja stood up: "I have an idea."

"This guy only attacks Lao Niu and ignores us, right? We can get close and fight him with all sorts of weapons. If we keep hitting him enough, we'll eventually take him down!"

Doyle shook his head with a wry smile: "Just because he doesn't attack you doesn't mean he won't fight back. Your previous shots were probably not considered a threat. If the Earthbound Spirit is threatened, the entire region will become the enemy's graveyard!"

"Then let's go big!" Kaga continued, "Plunder enough high explosives around him and blow him up. I don't believe he can withstand it!"

Chen Mo waved his hand, stopping Kaga from speaking: "Wait a minute, Captain Doyle, I have a question. Why does this earthbound undead only attack the old bull, ignoring the other members of our team, and not even attacking the centaurs?"

"My lord, you are unaware of this!"

"Earthbound undead inherit memories from their previous life. Back in Razorfen Downs, orcs were the greatest enemy. In order to fight against the orcs, those who participated in the defense of the fortress included not only humans, but also elves, dwarves, and orcs who lived in this area..."

"Moreover, because Razor Fortress was besieged for so long, well, those with weak wills had already run away or surrendered!"

"Those who could stay by this general's side until the very end must have been the strongest and most steadfast warriors."

"So, in the eyes of this earthbound undead general, everyone except orcs is a comrade-in-arms."

Kaga, who had been eager to try just moments before, suddenly deflated.

A lord's values ​​can greatly influence those below him. Even the most wicked people will at least outwardly follow the lord's morality and values. Not to mention the half-centrifuges, who are clueless and whose values ​​are essentially shaped by the lord.

It goes without saying that the lord has already softened his heart in the face of such a "human hero" figure.

If you're too soft-hearted, then you can only be soft-hearted for now.

For the next entire day, the Hanhai Commando team tried various methods of communication.

The black mist stirred up by this earthbound undead armored warrior once again manifested a number of Ruin Guards, but embarrassingly, these guards were all attracted to the magnetic chuck of the magnetic chariot.

Therefore, this armored warrior is now not only carrying a huge magnetic chariot, but also about a hundred relic guardians on the chariot.

He was the only one who carried the entire fortress on his shoulders! The assault team approached cautiously, first clearing away the mangled remains of the buildings crushed by tanks, and then began a series of earnest and heartfelt conversations to persuade and comfort them.

"General, this carriage... this carriage is our possession, could you... return it to us?"

"Brother, uncle, grandpa? Aren't you tired carrying him like that? Take a break."

"How about I turn off the power and take this burden off you?"

"These noisy guards are too disruptive. You don't mind if I get rid of them, do you?"

"Don't you have anything to say to us? Our lord is here. Do you have any wishes?"

"Brother, my power's out! It's really out! Be careful!"

As the power to the tank was cut off, the magnetic tank, which had been held high, crashed down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The earthbound spirit breathed a sigh of relief, shifted its body, and was finally able to sit on the steps, bowing its head slightly, as if it had returned to its original state.

Kaga peered at him from behind for a long time, but he really couldn't figure out what material the armor was made of, how it could hold such a heavy chariot without falling off his body...

It's a bit too fantastical.

The slanting rays of light fell upon the earthbound spirit, and countless dust particles swirled and danced around it within the beam of light, transforming the atmosphere from horrific and humorous to tranquil and peaceful.

As the magnetic war chariot was towed away, everyone carefully cleaned up every inch of the site as instructed by the lord.

More traces left behind by the fighting were discovered.

A sternly worded magical letter from the Emerald Kingdom demanding that they "hold out until reinforcements arrive."

A draft of a plea for help, each word written in tears, yet never to be sent.

A diary of the city's defense, half-burnt by flames, bears only one line of desperate writing on its charred pages: "...supplies exhausted, reinforcements cut off, only twenty-two soldiers remain. Tomorrow, I fear, will be...the final battle..."

A dozen minutes later, a fallen stone tablet was discovered in the main hall of the city lord's mansion.

The camera clearly projected the image onto a large screen at a distant location.

[By the Ancestral God of Beast Souls, in the 127th year of the White Deer era, the leader of the Cracked Claw tribe, having breached the human race's Razor Fortress, has destroyed the city here, proclaiming this to all corners of the world!]

Anyone who dares to establish a city here again will be hammered and torn to pieces by the mighty orc tribes!

"The year that the Beastmen completely seized the White Deer Plain and gained full control of the area north of Qishan was called the White Deer Year 1 to celebrate their victory!"

Gedi continued to act as the city lord's commentator, quietly adding his own explanations.

The camera pans slightly, revealing a row of crooked, seemingly written with a sharp instrument next to the two lines of meticulously crafted, arrogant characters.

"Rebuild Razor Fortress and return north to the White Deer Plain!"

The experienced necromancer Doyle seemed to understand something. He quietly asked Chen Mo for instructions, then ordered the centaurs present to slightly polish away some of the words, making some of the characters unclear, before delivering the stone tablet to the earthbound undead warrior.

Sure enough, the armored warrior moved.

He stretched out his tattered finger cot and traced over the worn-out writing again.

Stone chips flew everywhere, but the writing remained clear.

"My lord, this is the obsession of the earthbound undead."

Chen Mo sighed deeply and asked, "Is it necessary to fulfill his... these two wishes in order to obtain the core of the ruins?"

"Well, not really. A promise is fine too!"

"The necromancer controls the secondary world of the underworld through the authorization contract of the underworld lord, while controlling the native world can form a soul contract chain."

"During the process of forging the soul bond, if the chief mage promises to fulfill the obsession of the earthbound undead, there is a certain chance that he can gain the earthbound undead's recognition and become the necromancer's soul bond creature."

"In this way, we can take the core of the ruins and the earthbound undead together."

Chen Mo looked puzzled: "It's that simple? What if it's a lie... a lie to the undead?"

"I'm not that easy to fool!"

Doyle gave a wry smile: "First, you need to have the foundation to convince earthbound undead creatures—status, strength, actions. If you just find some random child, no matter how much you explain, they won't believe you."

"Secondly, during the process of the necromancer releasing the Soul Pact Chains, the undead creatures can sense the thoughts you actively transmit, just like when you command your skeleton warriors without speaking; it's a kind of intuition."

"In other words, you must genuinely believe that you will help him fulfill his wish and convey this intention to him before he can accept your soul bond."

"Finally, if in the future the necromancer betrays his promise, the earthbound undead will devour its master."

"His soul power will backfire along the soul-binding chains, burning and annihilating each other with the mage's spiritual power until one is completely consumed and utterly destroyed. This is a contract that stakes the soul!"

Chen Mo was moved, extremely moved!

Rebuilding the fortress? I don't think there's any problem with that. As for reclaiming Bailu Plain, if I had the chance, how could I possibly pass it up?
This is about expanding our territory!
Chen Mo managed to control his emotions slightly, as he still had a few important questions to ask.

Is there a time limit to the agreement of the Soul Pact Chains?

"Undead creatures have a long enough lifespan to not care too much about this, but the shorter the promised time, the higher the likelihood of acceptance."

"So, are there any restrictions on the Soul Contract Chains based on rank or mental/mana strength?"

"Uh, almost none. It's more like an agreement, like, like if both parties agree, a merman can ride on the back of a dragon..."

Chen Mo clapped his hands excitedly: "Old Duo, having an experienced master like you is a huge help to me!"

"Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and tell me, how do we get this Soul Contract Chain?"

Half a day later, surrounded by a crowd of guards, Chen Mo cautiously approached the armored warrior and handed over his meticulously woven soul contract chain.

The other party neither attacked him nor paid him any attention.

That indifference and...faint disdain, was like—

What are you doing here with your level of skill? Kids, go play somewhere else, I'm busy!
"Forget it, what's meant to be will be, and what's not meant to be, you can't force!"

"Old Duo, why don't you try the Soul Contract? You're already at the fourth level, your success rate should be much higher."

Doyle almost knelt down: "My lord, even my fourth rank isn't enough. The key point is, the key point is, I simply don't believe I can rebuild Razor Fortress and reclaim White Deer Plains!"

"A soul contract...you can't fool them!"

Chen Mo encouraged him, "It's okay, I'll back you up. Don't worry, don't you trust me?"

Doyle was on the verge of tears.

"My lord, I believe in you, but I truly don't believe in myself..."

"Why don't you wait a bit longer, and try again when you're at a higher rank?"

Things have reached another dead end.

Chen Mo was somewhat unwilling to leave like this, but the soul bond chain could not be completed. Did he really have to use violent means to forcibly kill this earthbound undead?
Just as Lord Chen was filled with worry, news came from outside that Old Niu had woken up.

This guy is incredibly resilient. Even though Chen Mo didn't leave him a single [Eternal Song of Life] and sent them all back to his hometown, he managed to survive this terrifying and serious injury by relying on his own physical strength and various treatments.

Having received the lord's care and condolences, the old ox, deeply grateful, offered a selfless and righteous idea after learning of the lord's predicament.

"My lord, that guy hates orcs so much, why don't you kill me in front of him? Maybe that will move him."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Chen Mo stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch the head of the half-lying old ox.

"Even if this method works, I can't trade your life for it!"

“You’re my personal guard captain, my comrade-in-arms! How can you be compared to those damned orc bastards?!”

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo suddenly stopped!

Eh?
Those orc bastards!

Speaking of which...

Did I really just kill a lot of orcs?

Chen Mo jumped up on the spot and slapped Liu Zaiyue, who was still a little dazed, on the head: "Old Niu, you are really my lucky star!"

"Kaga, Kaga, quickly bring men and dig out those orcs we killed a few days ago!"

Half a day later, the once silent Blood Fortress was once again filled with noise.

Chen Daling walked confidently at the front, followed by his guards who dragged hundreds of tattered orc and dire wolf carcasses in a neat, long procession.

From afar, the armored warrior whose true form had not yet been seen stood up, seemingly somewhat bewildered, with a hint of surprise and uncertainty.

"that whoever!"

"I've brought you a gift, a really big one!"

"Hurry up, don't be ungrateful! I've shown you all my sincerity. If you don't agree now, I might really take action!"

(End of this chapter)