Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 136 - 136: 87. Be yourself

The hidden corner fell into silence.

About half an hour later, Murphy appeared here, panting heavily.

“That bunch from Division Intelligence Unit Two took me seriously. Do they really need to mobilize more than ten elite fighters to track me!?” Murphy complained in her heart.

She looked at the corner where the poisonous fog rolled, and whispered:

“Jarvis, how’s the magic wand?”

“Jarvis?

“Jarvis?”

After several calls and a few laps around the corner, Murphy never saw Noland Lee’s figure.

She quickly took out a copper whistle and blew it.

Soon, Corporal Mars came running.

“Reporting to you, Chief Officer,” Mars saluted formally.

“Mars, have you seen Jarvis?”

Murphy tried to maintain her composure, but the slightly trembling tail of her voice exposed her inner anxiety.

Mars looked around and said, “No, Chief Officer. Isn’t Jarvis with you?” Murphy felt something was wrong immediately.

“Did he sneak away with the things… No, no, impossible. I deliberately added a counterweight block to the metal box. He couldn’t lift it on his own. Was he taken by Division Intelligence Unit Two?”

Murphy’s eyes darted around, searching the ground nearby.

Her vision in the poisonous fog was much better than that of ordinary people.

At a glance, she found a bullet shell wedged between the cracks in the rocks.

To prevent firearms and ammunition from falling into the hands of illegal forces, the Military Intelligence Department Personnel’s issued guns and ammunition were specially made, with obvious marks.

As soon as Murphy saw the two black lines on the bullet shell, she realized the seriousness of the problem—the black lines were the mark of Division Intelligence Unit Two.

“Damn it…Jarvis was taken by Division Intelligence Unit Two’s people…

Definitely, Kasha’s doing! No wonder I didn’t see her on the ground!”

Murphy clenched the bullet shell, gritted her silver teeth, turned her head, and asked Mars, who had a confused face:

“Mars, how much magic ore have you collected? How long will it take to transport the magic ore back to the fortress?”

After estimating silently, Mars said:

“Report, Chief Officer. Six undead ships, with a total carrying capacity of 2/+00 tons. We have collected about half of the Death Element Stone. The remaining ore has sunk to the bottom and cannot be collected. It will take approximately 8 hours to transport these 1200 tons of magic ore from here to the Legion Fortress. Just getting them to the ground will take at least 5 hours. If we encounter undead counterattacks, the time will be extended a bit.”

“8 hours… 8 hours…No, there may not be enough time.” Murphy pondered as she said:

“Division Intelligence Unit Two will definitely hide the magic wand. It will take me quite some time just to find the magic wand. I have to find someone to get Jarvis out of him… Mars, listen to your orders.”

“Yes, Chief Officer.” Mars stood up straight.

“I order you, try to delay the time as much as possible and don’t let this batch of Death Element Stone enter the fortress so quickly.”

Mars was stunned and puzzled:

“…Chief Officer, did I hear wrong? You want me to delay the time? But this batch of Death Element Stone is too important for the Legion. The longer it takes, the higher the possibility of encountering a counterattack from the undead…’

Murphy raised her hand and stopped the other’s words:

“No, Mars, you don’t understand the situation.”

Murphy took a breath to calm her emotions:

“I shouldn’t have told you about these things because they involve Undead Runes and are considered a sin in the Empire. But you are the only one I can trust now. Anyway, in order for you to accomplish my task, I need to tell you my findings.”

Mars nodded and listened carefully.

Murphy took out a notebook from the pocket of her personal clothes, turned to one of the pages, and showed it to Mars.

March 6th.

I was ambushed by a Death Notice assassin in Grave 669.

I was dragged into a Necromancer’s Crypt where I experienced despairing torture.

Before I was rescued by the Emperor’s Imperial Guard, I observed the general process of the Undead Cult summoning a large number of Undead Creatures. Overall, there are three tasks that the Undead Cult needs to complete.

First:

The Undead Cult needs to prepare a large number of corpses; the more, the better, but the corpses do not need to be intact.

Second:

The Undead Cult needs to prepare enough Death Element Stones.

I saw with my own eyes that tons of Death Element Stones were depleted of energy by the ritual array.

Third:

The Undead Cult needs to draw a ritual array containing magical logic.

A ritual array is often misunderstood as a huge, bulky, and extravagant disc with lines.

People think it should be at least as big as a bedroom.

But in fact, it can be compressed to half the size of a card table, or it can be carved on a dinner plate, or even become an inconspicuous pattern on a spoon handle.

For example, in the summoning ritual I witnessed, the ritual array used by the

Death Priest was engraved on a rib.

The size of the ritual array depends on the engraver’s skill.

This is very similar to the alchemy array of the Golden Federation.

Of course, I’m not doubting that the Golden Federation planned the Undead disaster. They have their own troubles and don’t have the energy to disrupt our kingdom.

In a word:

After meeting the three conditions of casting materials, ritual array, and energy source, the Undead Cult can summon a large number of undead creatures.

As long as we concentrate our efforts to eliminate one of these three conditions, the Undead Cult will not be able to use ocean-like undead to deal with us..