Non-human Gene Complex

"Oh? Have you already left? That's good..."

Lan Mu smiled slightly when he received the message from the silver skull.

It's not like he didn't do anything during these six hours. He created a large number of undead scattered around the Golden City. They seemed to be patrolling, but in fact they secretly determined whether Fang Moqi and others had left.

It wasn't that the huge silver skull didn't see them before, but deliberately pretended not to see them and let them go.

That is the leader of the skeleton with a soul strength of 1,000, and the mental scan also has a range of 20 meters. How could Fang Moqi and the others not be found.

"Just leave... It's a pity that although there are many bones in the Golden City, the amount of flesh is too little... If there is enough muscle tissue, I can create more powerful undead."

Lan Mu continued to immerse himself in research. He dug out all the bones buried under the seven golden cities, and the number of corpses was as high as 26,000.

This is not counting the untreated mass graves on the edge of the Golden City. If you add those mass graves, there are about 100,000 corpses in Aztlan!

But what's the use of having more bones? Lan Mu doesn't pursue the sea of ​​skeletons very much, but devotes himself to creating elite undead.

"The quality of these bones is still too poor. Even if they are strengthened with the power of darkness, there is a limit..."

Lan Mu found that the silver skull was the limit of these bones, and the quality could not be improved. In the end, no matter how it was strengthened, it could only increase in volume.

The bones used as raw materials are neither the bones of powerful creatures, nor are they magical materials.

A five-meter-long skeleton is the limit, and no matter how big it is, it will be cumbersome, and problems such as fragility and dullness will appear.

In comparison, walking corpses have a broader evolutionary path, and their intelligence is significantly higher than that of skeletons by many times.

When the soul strength is higher than fifty, the side effects such as the mania of the walking dead disappear. As the soul strength is higher, the walking corpse is calmer.

It's a pity that there are too few corpses. Lan Mu only has one undead attendant on hand, and his soul strength has been strengthened to a thousand by Lan Mu.

The mental scan of the undead servant is 100 meters, which is much higher than that of the skeleton leader of the same level.

The limitations of the skeleton's body are too great, and the scanning range of 1000 soul strength is only 20 meters. This kind of growth makes Lan Mu give up the research in disgust.

After the undead attendant devoured the corpses of Paul and Luther, a total of ten corpses were fused, and the muscle strength became tighter. In terms of physical fitness, he had already approached Fang Moqi.

Because the physical fitness does not increase in proportion, and the degree of strengthening becomes lower as you go later, so up to now, Fang Moqi is still the one with the strongest physical fitness among the people Lan Mu has seen.

However, the undead attendant does not rely on physical strength to fight. After all, Lan Mu gave him too high soul strength, so he is equivalent to giving the legal undead.

The power of darkness endowed by Lan Mu in the body is conceived, and the undead attendant can also use it, possessing skills such as manipulating dead bodies and exploding corpses.

"Stay here for seven days, and leave as soon as you become a human..."

"Take part of the gold, and deal with these undead when you leave..."

Lan Mu discovered that the undead will evolve by themselves, and some skeletons will plunder the soul fire of the dead companions to strengthen themselves, so he intends to deprive all the undead of the soul fire when he leaves.

"Next... collect all the dead souls..."

Lan Mu now has more than 5,000 undead on hand, and the rest are used to make skeletons and strengthen undead.

But he only collected the souls of the dead inside the Golden City, and there were seven or eight mass graves that he did not go to. If they were all collected, there would be at least 70,000 souls that could be used.

"Before that, absorb the five thousand first, and maybe there will be surprises if you strengthen yourself."

Lan Mu slowly peeled off and sorted out the negative emotions in it. There are 5,000 dead souls, and the negative emotions in them are terrifyingly high. This is a big project.

Just absorbing this ball of dead souls, his soul strength will be as high as more than 7,000.

If the entire Aztlan's dead souls are absorbed in the future, his soul strength will be at least 80,000!

...

In a golden city on the edge, there is an ancient golden well, except for the rope, even the handle is made of gold.

There are many ants crawling on the rope. This ancient rope is beautiful and dilapidated. It will be completely corroded and broken by formic acid in a few years.

Sudden! One hand pinched the rope, tore it off, and quickly stuffed it into a golden water bottle.

Hundreds of ants were soaked in the water, and naturally they couldn't escape the water in the bottle.

The rope was taken out and thrown away, and the ants were left in the water bottle. The hand picked up a few ants and fed them directly to his mouth.

The one who ate the ants was naturally Fang Moqi, who re-entered the dead place alone, because he didn't prepare enough food to come in, so he had to find food by himself.

The ants were soaked in water, and after being eaten by him, they still couldn't get enough. This amount of ants must not be enough to fit between the teeth.

Aztlan has no food, and others may starve to death, but Fang Moqi can't! In his eyes, there is food everywhere here. He didn't starve to death across the Sahara, how could he starve to death underground in Mexico?

Mole crickets, earthworms, ants, mice, and small snakes were all found and eaten by him from various places.

In some places, he only needs to look at it to tell whether there are hidden animals or traces of insects.

These small animals were easily found by him to fill his stomach and supplement the nutrients his body needed.

"Now it's time to prepare some weapons..."

Fang Moqi shuttled around the Golden City, and took a lot of gold artifacts.

Spears, short swords, shields, bows...

Even wearing some Aztec costumes, chest protectors, wrist guards, knee pads, open-toed shoes, Aztec gold shorts...

After making sufficient preparations, he bypassed the large skeleton army and went from one golden city to another.

Fang Moqi wanted to travel all seven golden cities, find out the terrain here, and get familiar with the roads.

Until he went around in a big circle and searched all six golden cities, but he didn't find Lan Mu's figure.

"He shouldn't be still in the maze, right? Could it be that he really died at the hands of the undead?"

Fang Moqi had no choice but to go to the center of Sivola.

He knew that the high priest should still be there, but he couldn't find Lan Mu, so he could only choose to make trouble.

Soon he arrived at Sivola, lurking on the top of a golden roof, the dense will-o'-the-wisps in front of him, all the eyes of the skeleton army.

"There are at least five thousand skeletons..."

The lights they left in the pyramid before are still there, as the only light source, illuminating the pyramid brightly.

A majestic figure stood there, it was the king of the undead named Moluoge.

He didn't know that it was Lan Mu. When he saw Lan Mu, Lan Mu also found him.

Lan Mu didn't discover it because of a mental scan. He was concentrating on sorting out the soul ball, and didn't let go of his mental power at all.

The one who reported to him was the commander of the skeleton whose body had evolved bone spurs. Although the commander of the skeleton only had a perception range of 20 meters, they were distributed all over Sivola, which was enough to serve as an eyeliner.

"Huh? Fang Moqi? He's back again?"

"It's really worrying..."

Lan Mu stopped absorbing the souls of the dead. At this moment, his soul strength was 5,000. Without moving his body, he found Fang Moqi 400 meters away.

"He's the only one...Understood, he came here specially to find me..."

"Should I be moved? Or should I be depressed?"

Lan Mu sighed, although he didn't need to breathe at all, he still forced a sigh.

"Fortunately, I have already dealt with it and prepared a clone..."

Thinking of this, Lan Mu instructed a giant five-meter-high skeleton to move out an ice cube from the pyramid.

What was frozen by the ice was his undead servant. When he was experimenting with the power of darkness, Lan Mu found that the power of darkness could change the appearance of walking corpses, so he spent a lot of time on plastic surgery to transform the appearance of the undead servant into Lan Mu's. look, and put on Aztec national costumes.

The giant skeleton put the ice cubes on a golden altar under the pyramid, and Lan Mu floated over, melting the imprisoned ice.

After Fang Moqi found out, he immediately jumped on the golden house and approached, unknowingly lurking 70 meters away from the pyramid.

He saw clearly every move of 'Moluoge', and after looking at the person in the ice cube, his eyes widened.

"Lan Mu!"

I saw the unsealed 'Lan Mu' trying to jump up from the altar, but seemed to be hit hard, and fainted on the altar.

This was of course directed and acted by Lan Mu himself, I saw that he deliberately put his hand on the head of the undead attendant, pretending.

"Three...two...one..."

Lan Mu hadn't counted to one when he saw Fang Moqi couldn't bear it anymore and shot an arrow at him.

It's just that there was a grenade on the arrow that was about to explode!

The arrow's landing point is also very tricky, it is right behind 'Moluoge', so that when it explodes, 'Moluoge' will block most of the explosions and will not hurt 'Lan Mu'.

"It's pretty good...Old Fang..."

Lan Mu secretly smiled, pretending that some kind of ritual was going to a critical moment, and did not block the arrow.

The arrow exploded behind him, knocking him down.

'Lan Mu' took the opportunity to escape from the bondage, ran down from the altar, and disappeared into the darkness very quickly.

Before Fang Moqi had time to be happy, the voice of Mo Luoge got into his mind.

"Ants! You let go of my perfect body!"

"Fart! That's my brother!" Fang Moqi cursed, dodged an attack from the giant skeleton, turned around and wanted to run.

But he couldn't run away, the cold snapped and froze him.

He shivered, and his body became extremely slow and frozen.

The giant skeleton took the opportunity to grab him and carried him to the pyramid.

After being captured, Fang Moqi's body was stiff, his body was covered with a thin layer of frost, and he was speechless.

But in my mind, I can talk to Moroge.

"Damn it! What a perfect body that is, the body contains amazing vitality, as long as I occupy that body, I will become even stronger!"

"You foolishly destroyed my ceremony, you know what a crime you have committed!"

Fang Moqi sneered and said, "I'm happy! Can you control it?"

"Things that don't age or die, still want to occupy my brother's body?"

Of course, Lan Mu played the role of Moluoge. He was so drunk seeing Fang Moqi being captured and still talking so hard.

So he said: "Ants! If I hadn't agreed to his deal, I would have killed you a long time ago!"

"That despicable villain who didn't keep the promise! I really regret forgiving you..."

Fang Moqi was stunned, and immediately made up his mind about the battle between Lan Mu and Mo Luoge after he fell into a coma.

With Lan Mu's strength, even if he can't win, he can definitely run away, but in order to save people, he made a deal with Mo Luoge and let himself and others go.

In the end, I came to rescue Lan Mu again, and now Lan Mu ran away, and I fell into the enemy's hands again...

Why is it so painful!

Where Fang Moqi knew the truth, he could only make up his mind with information.

Lan Mucai didn't care how he imagined it. After giving the key information, he was immediately imprisoned inside the broken pyramid and sent giant skeletons to guard it.

Only one sentence remains.

"You are my important weight...an ant! I am looking forward to him coming to save you..."

"I'll be here waiting for him to throw himself into the trap!"

"That perfect body will eventually be mine!"

Fang Moqi was imprisoned in a dark pyramid with a five-meter-tall giant skeleton guarding him.

After thinking about Moluoge's words, he immediately became worried about Lan Mu again.

"Why did it turn into waiting for you to save me again... Brother Lan Mu..."

"You still don't come..."