Online Games: You Call This A Necromancer?

"Report, A-level fighter, number 104, code name: Hua Wumei, has been cleared!"

The logistics supervisor returned to the monitoring room, picked up the walkie-talkie and said something.

"Did you bring back the body of 104?

An emotionless voice came from the walkie-talkie: "If you bring it back, give it to the laboratory!

"Yes!"

The logistics supervisor raised his right hand subconsciously, then put the "723" radio on his waist and walked in the other direction.

Foyego followed the logistics supervisor until the other party took a rail car, and at a speed of 3,000 kilometers per hour, it took a full 10 minutes to come to a heavily guarded area.

After a full nine authentications, the logistics supervisor named "Warren" was put in.

When the opponent came to the corner, Foyego cast a double magic coordinate of positioning + teleportation in the air, and then teleported it directly to the opponent.

"Um?"

As if aware of something, Warren suddenly stopped and looked back.

Nothing at all.

"Illusion?"

Warren frowned and continued to walk towards the laboratory.

It's just that he didn't know that in the depths of his invisible soul, a smear of darkness was spreading.

Warren walked for another ten minutes or so before arriving at the door of a laboratory.

After three more authentications, Warren was put in.

"Dr. Zhao.

Warren found a young and beautiful female doctor, and handed her the wreckage of Huamei: "This is an A-level fighter, number: 104, code name: Huamei's body wreckage, take a look Can it be restored?

"Again?"

Dr. Zhao frowned, took the remains of Hua Wumei's corpse, and placed it in a nearby machine.

About a minute later, a test report came out.

Dr. Zhao picked it up and looked at it, his brows widened.

"It's alright, and I can resurrect one last time."

After pressing a few times on the machine, Dr. Zhao said, "But next time, she won't be so lucky!

"Wait, in about 48 hours, the new Hua Wumei will report.

After Dr. Zhao explained to Warren, he continued to be busy with his own affairs.

Warren knew it was time to go.

Just as he turned around, a shadow tentacle that was invisible to ordinary people stretched out from behind him and landed on Dr. Zhao.

This is of course Foyego's handwriting.

At this moment, he divided his soul again and placed part of it on Dr. Zhao.

He had a hunch that this Dr. Zhao might be a remarkable existence in this Salvation Society.

Warren returned to the forward base and sat in the command center, waiting for orders from above.

It's just that he, who was in better spirits in the past, actually felt a little sleepy today.

At first he was able to resist, but as waves of sleepiness came in, Valu finally couldn't hold on anymore.

After he ordered his subordinates to wake him up in twenty minutes, he returned to his own room.

As soon as he lay down on the bed on 5.4, his eyes became dark and he didn't know anything.

After about ten seconds, he opened his eyes again.

"This body...is it interesting?"

Foyego noticed the special features of Valen's body, because he was temporarily unable to fully control his body and his expression, and his current posture was a bit weird.

"Are you artificial..."