Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Matthews Willy dragged his heavy body and moved to the side of Fair Holden with a weak step. He raised his hand and cast a small stream of thick frost mist, which instantly froze the bloody wound on his waist.

"Is this what you call...staying away from the frontline center and making a big noise?" After treating Fair's wound, Matthews could no longer hold on. He spread his legs and sat down against the tree trunk to catch his breath. "It almost killed two high-level spellcasters here... Is this a big noise?"

Fair chuckled twice, rarely arguing, took out two small crystal glass tubes from the storage ring, shook the light green crystal liquid in them, and put one into Matthews' hand.

"Drink it... These are my last two bottles of magic potion prepared by the old men of the Quinn family, made from the extract of the golden tree core..."

Matthews took the glass tube with a surprised look on his face, holding it in his hand and reluctant to unscrew the cork, "What? Is it true that the Quinn family cut down the golden forest? No wonder those high elves regard them as their number one enemy."

Fell was too lazy to explain too much. After drinking the potion, he closed his eyes and rested for a while. He stood up and walked to the headless body of the "promoter", picked up the strange metal crown and looked at it in his hand.

This thing looks rough, and there is no magic fluctuation inside. It doesn't look like a special magic weapon of the demon clan, but Fair can't tell its casting material, so he can only put it away and take it back for research.

He searched the dead demon priest for a while and found that except for some black and strange pills, he could not find anything.

"I just don't understand why these demon casters are so reluctant to use magic tools, and would rather sew their bodies with the monsters to transform into a half-human, half-ghost appearance..."

Matthews also briefly recovered some energy, stood up and asked: "Okay, let's return to the canyon outpost as soon as possible. The longer we stay here, the more dangerous it will be..."

Fell raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Go back? Are you crazy? I've come here and suffered such a big loss. I have to go straight to the supply transfer station just now and tear off the roof for them!"

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"Boom--"

A violent fire suddenly broke out in the deep forest ahead, and a thick smoke mixed with dust rose up.

Damo Franky only felt that the ground under his feet was shaking slightly.

These are the low-level casters of the scout regiment, using cluster casting to fight against the hybrid monster regiment below.

After a few breaths, a cloud of thick smoke and dust exploded in the distance, and the dull bombardment began to come continuously. Even through the reconnaissance eye connected to his mind, he could not see the scene in the battlefield through the smoke of rising flames.

This is completely different from the Yonggu Fortress at the front of the canyon, where he waited for the enemy to attack the demon army. The supply line located in the rear of the demon front center would set up a supply transfer station every few dozen miles.

The demons would build these transfer stations into small fortress fortifications, and station a large number of priests with spellcasting ability and berserk soldiers to guard the war supplies transported from the northern demon country in the rear of the wasteland.

In the fortresses of these transfer stations, a huge reconnaissance eye demon was cultivated and placed. As long as one place was attacked, the reconnaissance eye demon would immediately send a warning signal to other transfer station fortresses around through the mental connection network, attracting a large number of demons to support and counterattack.

This is also the main reason why every time the Federation sends a small group of high-level spellcasters to invade and attack the supply line, they will encounter extremely fierce defense resistance and often return empty-handed.

But today's offensive situation is obviously different. After they secretly advanced to the vicinity of the No. 3 supply line, they did not encounter a large number of demon army resistance. Franky flew alone above the transit fortress and used a powerful wind blade to directly cut off the head of the scout eye demon, so that it no longer continued to emit a sharp warning scream.

The battle to attack the fortress lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour, and no demons from other transits nearby arrived to support.

Soon, the mages of the scout regiment destroyed the outer defense wall of the transit fortress. A large number of demon berserkers and hybrid monsters poured out from the gap in the wall. As soon as they showed their heads, they were singled out by the annihilation spear, and their bodies collapsed and shattered and fell to the ground.

The attack effect of this annihilation gun is really too strong... Franky thought with a pained heart that it was a pity to use these precious annihilation bullets to deal with these low-level berserkers.

It would be great if a team of spellcasters specialized in using the annihilation gun could be trained, and with the binocular vision and spell reconnaissance eyes enhanced by secret arts, they could form an assassination team that only targets high-level priests and hybrid monsters of the demon race.

It would be better than those guys in his own regiment who are used to hand-casting spells and have very poor accuracy when using the annihilation gun, and often need to waste several rounds of ammunition to kill a berserker of the demon race.

This change in concept made him feel a little funny. A month ago, he still thought that the scout mage should be determined to die, fight alone behind the demon center north of the Evil Moon Mountains, and use blood and life to fulfill the glorious promise of guarding the human race's territory.

If we had this weapon earlier, perhaps we wouldn't have suffered such huge casualties...

Franky looked at the demon soldiers who were constantly lodging in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little sad. The casters of the scouts battle group were all loyal members of the orthodox association. Most of them came from major magic academies in the southern border. Or maybe they stand out from the wizard family that is close to the orthodox faction of the Federation and are selected to join the battle group.

He gave up the opportunity to be hired as a spellcaster consultant by secular nobles, gave up his generous life in the capital of Alaya or other wizard kingdoms, resolutely rushed to the Evil Moon Mountains to resist the invasion of alien races, and then quietly slept on the battlefield...

"Mr. Frank!" The scout mage in charge of reconnaissance shouted at him, "The demons in the transit fortress have been wiped out, and we still haven't found any demon reinforcements from other sites..."

Frank frowned and said in a deep voice: "Carely search for the remaining demon soldiers in the fortress, don't let a guy who is still breathing. No matter how serious they are, as long as their bodies are not incomplete, they have been injected with the secret medicine for strengthening. Be able to jump and jump again and join the battle... you can't leave them a trace of vitality that can be restored!"

He paused, and finally couldn't help but scold, "Let the scouts save some of the annihilation ammunition in their hands! Don't forget the identity of his combat mage! Without the annihilation gun, we cannot use our own combat skills Do you kill those demon soldiers? The annihilation bomb should be used at critical moments!”

Since it was a raid in the enemy's rear, the scouts often did not choose to capture the demon captives. After all, after losing the continuous injection of the enhanced secret medicine, they would soon weaken and die. There was no need to waste time and energy to put them in. Sent back to Blackstone.

"How to deal with the sealed enhancement potions left in the transit fortress? Or will they be destroyed as before?"

Franke then remembered what the scout commander Andre Weiss repeatedly reminded before departure - if you find the demon enhancement secret medicine on the supply line, you must seize them completely and bring them back. That's it. To accelerate the mass production of annihilation ammunition!

Thinking of this, he immediately raised his spirits and ordered his scout mage who was on standby to quickly enter the incomplete transit fortress and start counting the secret medicine energy storage tanks stored therein...

Perhaps the more energy storage tanks you seize, the more you can exchange your battle group for the full amount of annihilation bombs. In this way, you will no longer have to worry about the consumption of ammunition in the subsequent combat operations!

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

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Reiner stood next to several super-large magic net teleportation arrays in the magic military factory. The soul fire in the eye sockets of the metal head was unstable. Looking at the large number of rusty energy storage tanks that kept flashing in the teleportation array, he remained silent. ...

The production manager of the military factory stood beside him, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and frowned and said, "What's going on? Since the past few days, a lot of such garbage has been sent to the teleportation array. Some of the iron cans are empty, and some are filled with some inferior liquid magic energy... The purity is very low, and we need to use the blood-sucking instrument to purify it again before we can use it... It's so troublesome!"

Reiner sighed and said, "It's okay. Lord Lord has given instructions. Take the empty jar to the cast iron factory and re-smelter it. The liquid magic energy of insufficient purity is sent to the magic motorcycle factory, so that they can be responsible for the repurification work... ”

Anyway, Lord Harvey said that this is a battle captured by the Federation. It is good or bad, and it doesn’t cost a penny. Who would dislike the free metal materials? It’s also good to rebuild it into a civilian iron tool. of.

The production manager nodded and asked tentatively: "Mr. Reiner, then... will the ammunition for new weapons continue to be produced? The Federation sends too little orders every time, I only need to arrange one The production task was completed in three shifts. Can't they... buy more every time?"

Since Harvey handed over the weapon manufacturing business of the anti-magic weapon Annihilation gun to the Alchemy Secret Association to get a share, the military factory led by the pioneer instantly reduced its business volume. In addition to being responsible for the repair and maintenance of the magic guns of the territory army on weekdays, it is not only responsible for the remediation and maintenance of the magic guns of the territory army. In addition, only two automatic production lines operated by alchemy beasts are still starting to produce magic gun bullets.

Annihilation bombs that only target demons have damage effects are actually the accompanying products of magic bomb production. They don’t even need to open a production line to complete the task separately. A large number of beetle shells that have been exhausted from their bodies can create a gift by creating a large number of pure magical shells. The annihilation bullet that the federation is desperately needed.

The military factory, which was originally brightly lit at night, is now unable to open five automated production lines during the day. A large number of technical workers responsible for assisting the alchemy beasts are working hard to work in the factory with basic wages all day long.

In the words of Lord Harvey, it is...

"The Federation has no money to purchase, what can I do? I can't let them pay in installments, right?"

Reiner couldn't help but recall the whole box of gold pounds that had just been sent recently, as well as various precious magic materials and refined magic minerals used by the Federation to pay the bill...

"Sir, how much does an annihilation bomb cost to sell it to the Federation? Wouldn't it really empty them, right?"