Non-human Gene Complex

Spiritual links ignore language barriers and convey meaning directly.

The will of the Lich High Priest Ethereal echoed in his mind.

King of the undead? Did the souls of the dead sleeping in the pyramids of the Golden City wake up after being disturbed by Paul's battle?

Standing still, he could control countless corpses, subdue them with a wave of his hand, and even someone as powerful as Fang Moqi was helpless.

Nidalee shuddered from the frosty chill, and Alan was bewildered.

The Wallfacer family has entered Aztlan many times. Although they have not conducted detailed investigations, they have never experienced such a crisis. Could it be that the dead were really awakened because of the shooting and explosion this time?

After hundreds of years, there are still undead in the Golden City? When did this happen? Is this still on Earth?

Dungall didn't want to just die here. Fortunately, the high priest in front of him could communicate with them directly.

As long as you can communicate, it's not the worst.

So he immediately said: "Please wait! We are not intruders!"

Lan Mu said with a cold will: "Sinner... I will give you a chance to defend yourself."

"If you disappoint me, I can only offer your souls!"

Trembling stimulated by the frost, Dungal asked cautiously in his mind.

"My ancestors never recorded your existence... May I ask your name..."

Lan Mu floated up slowly, and the sea of ​​skeletons beside him suddenly cheered.

"My name is... Morogo... Master of Aztlan."

This is the last part of Balrog's real name, and Lan Mu is now using it as the name of the high priest.

"Your Highness Moluoge, we have no intention of disturbing you, let alone for the treasure..."

"On the contrary, we are here to stop the villain from coveting Aztlan's wealth. As for that villain...he died at the hands of your servant just now..." After finishing speaking, Deng Gal tremblingly pointed at Paul's body.

There is no need to look at it, of course Lan Mu knows that Paul is dead.

Now that Deng Jia is humbly begging for mercy, Lan Mu originally wanted to let them go by going down the steps like this.

After all, except for Luther, everyone is dead, so he wouldn't kill Fang Moqi and others here.

"The owner of the Golden City... Interesting..."

"Huh?" Lan Mu suddenly sensed Fang Moqi's subconscious thoughts from the spiritual link, after all, he only needed to think about it.

He couldn't help but look over, Fang Moqi had a strange expression on his face at this time, and excitement was still showing in his eyes, as if he regarded the matter in front of him as an adventure, and Lan Mu's disguised high priest as a brand new challenge!

What the hell are you thinking about dying? Do people who challenge the limit die like this? You will die if you give in!

Suddenly, it occurred to Fang Moqi that he killed his Silver Skull subordinate just now, and even shot him with an arrow...

This is simply an act of death. Now that Lan Mu is riding a tiger, it is impossible to let him go rationally.

"Oh, Lao Fang, you make me feel very embarrassed..."

Suddenly, Lan Mu seemed to have an idea, and smiled strangely under the mask.

"Isn't it easy to want to die? You forced me to..."

"Don't freak out..."

Lan Mu was floating in the air, and with a sudden wave, Paul's dead soul flew in front of him.

Instead of stripping Paul of his negative emotions, he directly added dead souls and strengthened him.

Adding a little dark power, Paul's dead soul became more and more powerful, and finally turned into a physical ghost existence.

Seeing the ghost of Paul in mid-air, everyone was startled, especially Nidalee, who burst into tears.

Because Paul's face was hideous and terrifying, he was thrown away by Luther, killed by the silver skull, and died in the Golden City he was chasing.

Negative emotions such as unwillingness, resentment, and hatred filled his soul, and he was even more like a ghost after being strengthened.

"Luther! I'm back from hell again!" When Paul saw Luther, his killing intent was undisguised, and he turned into a black shadow and rushed towards him.

Luther was entangled by Paul's ghost, his body's energy was disappearing, his eyes were bloodshot and he screamed hoarsely.

No matter how Luther attacked Paul, he couldn't help him. This half-energy, half-material existence directly ignored Luther's attack, making Luther tear himself painfully.

At this time, Lan Mu said: "Hypocritical human nature, twisted soul."

"The ugliness in your souls is completely hidden in my eyes..."

"Whether it's spying on the Holy Land, coveting treasure... or disturbing the dead..."

"It's all capital crimes!"

Luther knew that he had been greedy for treasures, and had shot at the high priest. At this time, he was tortured by Paul's ghost and was on the verge of mental breakdown.

Lan Mu's words seemed to be the last straw, finally driving him crazy.

"No! I'm not guilty! Damn the containment, you will be..."

Before he finished speaking, his whole body was frozen by frost.

With a click, the Iceman broke, and his body, together with the frost, shattered into two pieces, and even blood couldn't flow out.

His dead soul was received by Lan Mu in the box, combed and fused directly.

This is for Luthor's memory about the CANC organization. The more angry and unwilling he was before his death, the more information the memory fragments will have.

"Hahahahaha! You are going to die too!" Paul is now a crazy vengeful ghost.

All the living people present were regarded as enemies by him, and all the faults were attributed to Alan and others.

"Ridiculous..." How could Lan Mu let Paul take revenge, and directly shot a ball of dark power into Paul's body.

In addition to transforming the undead, the power of darkness can also... detonate!

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Paul, who was about to pounce on Alan, exploded suddenly. The ghost was eroded and exploded, and finally turned into black shadow streams and fell into the scepter in Lan Mu's hand.

There is a cloud of black mist on the black gemstone. It is a ghost restrained and squeezed by the power of darkness. It is still struggling and twisting, sending out the roar of trembling soul.

"Sinners... deserve to talk about revenge?"

"Suffer in pain! Sentence...forever!"

Of the four remaining, Fang Moqi was still calm, while the other three had already felt a deep sense of fear.

Luther was tortured by ghosts, and was crushed to death by ice, and his soul was collected...

Paul was even worse. He was made into a ghost and ghost, and he was easily suppressed and banned.

In front of everyone, Lan Mu's behavior of playing with the soul and controlling life and death is more deterrent than a sword and a gun pointed at the head.

Even Fang Moqi was terrified, after all, death is death, and he had already disregarded life and death.

But... what if death is just the beginning?

After death, the soul will be played with and enslaved for countless years. The torture is unimaginable!

"His Royal Highness..."

"It's not our intention to disturb your peace by entering here by mistake..."

"No, no, no! The culprit who disturbed you is dead, we were just held hostage!"

Seeing Lan Mu looking over, Deng Jia argued tremblingly that he didn't want to die yet, let alone that his soul would be tortured after death...

Nidalee even cried directly, with pear blossoms on her face, sobbing tremblingly, not daring to cry loudly.

In the spiritual link, she said in a panic: "Let us go! It's none of my business..."

"I promise no one will ever break in here again... I swear to God!"

Fang Moqi looked at Nidalee speechlessly, and said to himself, what's the use of swearing to God?

Lan Mu also knew that Nidalee was really frightened, and even swore to God in front of the Aztec Lich High Priest...

How is this different from shouting Amitabha in front of the Pope?

In fact, Lan Mu's goal has been achieved, Luther and Paul are both dead, and there is no need to kill the few who are still alive.

As for how to deal with it...

Lan Mu suddenly noticed something, pretending to be indifferent.

"If God comes here, I'll kill him!"

As soon as Lan Mu finished speaking, Fang Moqi suddenly threw four grenades, and they exploded as soon as they reached him.

Surprised by Nidalee and others, gunpowder smoke and flames engulfed Lan Mu's figure.

Before they could cheer, the flames were dissipated instantly, and Lan Mu, who was protected by the frost and cold current, walked slowly in front of everyone.

Under the perception of spiritual power, they have no secrets to speak of, and Lan Mu sees Fang Moqi's secret little tricks. He deliberately waited until the grenade was about to explode before throwing it out, just to prevent Lan Mu from dodging.

However, Fang Moqi is still a mortal after all, and has never faced an opponent like a lich.

Lan Mu didn't need to dodge at all, this level of attack was just itching, just the fireworks that exploded from the four grenades. When prepared, the Frost Armor offset the explosion damage, and the flame was easily extinguished.

He killed Fang Moqi and the others in an invincible posture. The air was chilly and filled with the breath of death.

Lan Mu's soul strength is 2,000 times higher than that of everyone else. It can be said that it is a mental crush. People with a weaker will can't stand this kind of oppression.

"I can't continue anymore, let's end now..."

"It's just to scare them anyway... It's time for this scene to end..."

Lan Mu's huge spiritual power originally linked their hearts. At this moment, it only needs a slight impact, and the almost defenseless hearts of these people will be invaded by Lan Mu.

Mental shock!

"Well……"

"Plop..."

Nidalee, Dungal, and Alan passed out instantly.

Fang Moqi was so determined that he froze for a moment and did not fall down.

Lan Mu continued to have a mental shock, and Fang Moqi finally fainted.

"This time, I will be in a coma for at least six hours..."

Sorry for updating so late, today is just this chapter... It has been revised more than a dozen times, and it is at least a few thousand words just by writing and deleting.

I deleted a lot of pretentious plots. Personally, I think this book should not be clichéd and pretentious. In the afternoon, I accidentally overdid the pretentiousness, so I decisively deleted and rewritten it.