Chapter 482 Phantom
“Hmm?”
A ghostly green light flashed, and the young girl slowly emerged from the shaking staff.
What Punk felt, however, made the beautiful lips move,
Lowered her head to look.
What she was stepping on at this moment was actually a soft deerskin carpet.
She turned her head to look at the familiar necropolis hall,
But found that the interior of the hall had gained a few new decorations. A carpet under the skeletal throne,
Wooden shelves on the side, and a mirror as tall as a person,
And at the entrance, a chain of iron fire racks flashing with green flames.
In the few days since Hemei had not returned to her territory,
The necropolis hall had undergone quite a change. Compared to the desolate scene with only one throne, the current appearance was more in line with the charm of an ancient undead castle.
“Lei, are these your doing?”
Punk and Hemei picked up a book from the bookshelf and began to flip through it. As the pages of the book turned, it was a somewhat boring romance story. The young girl put the book down again,
Turned to look at the Lich Executive who slowly stood beside her,
And asked,
“Replying to Lord Chieftain, these were all the ideas of the leader you arranged. I checked and saw no problems, so I agreed.”
The Lich Executive emanated a chilling aura, clearly bearing the residual traces of a recently used spell.
The translucent blue skull flickered,
And he replied in a dry voice.
“Clever fellow, call him over.”
Looking in the mirror and tidying up her hair, Hemei’s mood had improved somewhat at this moment.
A glib, clever person was indeed annoying,
But when the object of service was oneself, it was still very convenient. Furthermore,
Observing from the way he decorated the necropolis hall and even the skeletal throne,
One could also see that he was a meticulous fellow. At present, Hemei’s territory really needed someone like him to polish the details.
“It is Lord Chieftain.”
Lei Li replied, directly passing on the order.
After examining the new changes in the necropolis hall, she saw a ghoul dragging a corpse run over, stopping precisely at the young girl’s feet.
And the dried corpse that was crawling behind the ghoul flipped over and landed, kneeling in an incredibly devout manner,
And opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, trembling.
“Lord Chieftain! Your most loyal servant extends his highest respects to you! ???”
Looking at the humanoid creature in front of her, which was like a dried corpse, Hemei’s head was filled with more questions.
When did her territory get such a talking ghoul? It must have been very difficult for a ghoul who could speak to achieve this, right? Hadn’t the sacrifice of the hero been completed yet?
“Lord Chieftain! Lord! I am Punk, you personally appointed me to be responsible for arranging the work of the other villagers!”
As if understanding Hemei’s confused gaze, the “dried corpse” hurriedly raised its head,
And frantically explained its identity with its hands and feet.
“Oh, how is the work arrangement?”
His skeletal, dried corpse face was indeed unsightly. Among them, the fat-headed and big-eared merchant-like figure, coupled with the disgusting aura emanating from his body, still made Hemei easily recognize who he was.
A good gaze, Hemei sized up this self-aware ghoul,
And said,
“Replying to Lord Chieftain, everyone is very obedient and follows Lord Lei’s arrangements, helping in various buildings. However, only half of the people are still alive now.”
He knelt down again in fear and trepidation, burying his head as low as possible, and replied.
“There’s still half left.”
Resting her right hand on the side of the bookstand, which was withered by the erosion of deathly energy, the young girl narrowed her eyes and said in a voice that everyone in the place could hear.
Hemei naturally knew the meaning of Punk’s pause, but for the young girl, even if all her subordinates died, it would not affect the development of her territory. More importantly, it was the full anticipation of her guesses.
It had to be said that humans were truly adaptable creatures. If it were Hemei, she would have prepared for everyone to die except for Punk, who had obtained extra death crystal fragments. She hadn’t expected that without any external help, this group of people had managed to survive to this day, with half of them still alive. If they were nurtured for longer, perhaps they could really cultivate their own natives.
Looking down at Punk, who was still prostrate on the ground, a hint of a clear meaning flashed in Hemei’s eyes. He was very smart, so smart that even Hemei couldn’t feel much dislike for him. He clearly wanted to save the remaining tribe members, but he only appropriately made a few indirect suggestions to her, afraid that she would say something she cared about.
However, even if she was angry and didn’t show any emotional fluctuations, who would let a mercenary and greasy person be pleasing to the eye? But as a superior, she had the right to reason.
Ghostly green energy emerged around Punk. His originally emaciated body was lifted flat, as if he were instant food vacuum-packed, and his lean body began to change, slowly transforming into the direction of dried meat strips.
“You want to save them?”
Looking down at Punk, who was lifted into the air by her, Hemei’s eyes showed no emotion, as if she was holding an insignificant ant in her hand that could be crushed at will according to her mood.
“Lord… I dare not…”
The pain of losing flesh was much weaker for Punk, who was already transforming into an undead creature. However, the oppressive energy from above made Punk feel as if his soul was flashing. He opened his mouth to explain something, but he could only squeeze out these few words from his constricted throat.
“Ah!” A shrill scream echoed through the new necropolis hall, and in the hands of the young girl in front of the throne was a faint, no longer visible pale flame. Accompanied by Punk’s mournful cry, a ghostly green energy knife directly cut off a piece from the soul flame and threw it to Lei, who was watching from the side.
Looking at Punk, who was still standing, Hemei said slowly without any emotion,
“I am not a clever person, but if you can’t even understand such a simple question as who you are working for, then there is no need for you to live.”
The death energy erupted fiercely. Without any regard for Punk’s body, which had not yet recovered, it directly sent the collapsed corpse flying to the doorway of the hall.
“By the lake.”
Still dizzy, Punk roared, completely unable to control his body. He trembled and crawled up, then kowtowed heavily towards Hemei’s location.
“Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!”
With a subtle wave of her hand, she signaled the ghoul to take him out of the necropolis hall. Hemei couldn’t listen to those boring flattery words. He had decorated the hall with a small thought, and Hemei was naturally willing to give him a chance to live.
“Lei, by the altar.”
Just as Hemei finished tidying up and wanted to inquire about Lei regarding the sacrifice, a strong energy fluctuation surged from outside the hall. The originally calm young girl’s expression suddenly changed, and she quickly walked to the hall window and looked up.
A dark blue pillar of energy shot up to the sky, dispelling the ghostly green sky that had shrouded the dome for years. The diffused energy combined in a strange pattern, emitting a violent, chaotic, and enchanting aura.
With death energy in her eyes, Hemei looked through the layers of energy auras, layer by layer, to the inside. And the phantom that finally formed and appeared in the young girl’s eyes was a huge eight-legged spider demon covered in thick fog, its head unclear!
