Wang Mu was still completely lost.
What did he mean by “release a portion”? Release what?
He looked at Lu Ran with curiosity.
Lu Ran, meanwhile, glanced around and roughly estimated the size of the entire training ground.
At the moment, aside from the few of them, there was no one else in the training ground. It was wide open and spacious.
Probably enough room to release about two thousand or so?
After making that judgment,
Lu Ran had a thought, and suddenly, a massive rift tore open in the space before him.
Wang Mu jumped at the sight—what the hell was this? Lu Ran’s skill? But he was a Necromancer, and a high-level one at that—how come he didn’t remember Necromancers having any skill that looked like this?
While he was still puzzled, rolling black smoke kept gushing out from the spatial rift.
Then,
visible to the naked eye—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
They all morphed into undead creatures, appearing all around them. The entire swarm of undead then spread out like a plague!
In the blink of an eye, they were packed in tightly!
All around them, skeleton soldiers, banshees, and ancient golems—though the whole scene looked a bit chaotic—were crammed together, creating a visual impact like nothing else!
Looking out, the sheer number of them completely filled the training ground!
Probably around one or two thousand!
Wang Mu couldn’t tell the exact count, because the towering, burly ancient golems were mixed in and blocked too much of his view.
But releasing this many undead creatures all at once still left Wang Mu completely dumbfounded!
Could Necromancers really play like this?
“Th-this… what does this mean?” Wang Mu asked in shock.
“Lu Ran has his own independent space where he can store undead creatures. He can summon a bunch in advance and keep them in there,” Liu Xinxin explained.
Wang Mu froze for a moment.
Then it suddenly clicked.
He asked in surprise, “So that’s why you guys aren’t worried about Lu Ran’s safety—all those undead in his space can take damage for him? As long as the undead in that space aren’t all wiped out, Lu Ran’s HP won’t drop!”
“Exactly,” Liu Xinxin nodded. “Oh, and don’t forget—Lu Ran’s skills have no cooldown. He can summon endlessly and keep replenishing. As long as he summons fast enough, nothing can kill Lu Ran.”
Gulp.
Wang Mu swallowed hard.
He nodded like a chicken pecking rice and said, “Right, right, right—that’s the feeling. Several thousand undead creatures! Who the hell could—wait, Lu Ran said he released a portion? You mean there are more undead in that space? How many? Tens of thousands?”
Liu Xinxin didn’t say anything this time. She just looked at Lu Ran.
Lu Ran then explained, “Because the space is limited, the number I can store depends on the type of undead. Ancient golems are huge, so if I store too many of them, I can’t fit much else. I basically keep it balanced—around fifty thousand ancient golems.”
Huh?
Wang Mu’s eyes widened. Fifty thousand ancient golems!
Holy crap!
Just the ancient golems alone—fifty thousand of them?
“Th-then… what about the others?” Wang Mu continued.
“Probably about a hundred thousand skeleton soldiers, and around fifty thousand banshees. The numbers aren’t super precise, but more or less—roughly two hundred thousand undead creatures in total,” Lu Ran said thoughtfully.
Wang Mu fell silent immediately.
Two hundred thousand undead creatures!
Every single one of them could take damage for Lu Ran!
Who could possibly assassinate him now?
They probably couldn’t even outlast the new undead he kept summoning and throwing out!
And on top of that—
When it came time to fight, unleashing those two hundred thousand undead would leave nothing but bare earth in their wake!
Who could stand against that?
A hundred thousand skeleton soldiers detonating in corpse explosion—it would be devastating!
“So… all these undead creatures can also be unleashed during the Nation War, this…” The expression on Wang Mu’s face was absolutely priceless right now.
He finally understood why, at such a critical moment—
with only a few days left before the Nation War—
the guild leaders like Yu Qingcang still had the leisure to come watch the Hundred Cities League, a tournament for rookie Professionals.
Turns out, the Nation War problem had already been solved!
With Lu Ran around, what chance did the other countries even have?
And besides,
they didn’t need to worry about Lu Ran’s safety at all.
There was simply no need!
Liu Xinxin was right—Lu Ran was already invincible!
“I’m speechless. Just the HP of the ancient golems alone—no one could even burn through that. Even though Lu Ran’s level is low and the ancient golems’ health pool isn’t—” Wang Mu trailed off thoughtfully.
But halfway through his sentence, he suddenly caught sight of the ancient golems’ HP bars.
“One million two hundred thousand! What?” Wang Mu’s eyes went wide. “Th-this is insane! How do these ancient golems have so much HP?!”
“That’s thanks to Lu Ran’s other abilities. I won’t go into detail, but all you need to know is that all of Lu Ran’s summons are enhanced tenfold. Of course, Lu Ran has even more abilities—too many to list one by one,” Liu Xinxin said thoughtfully.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to explain.
She’d already said before—Lu Ran no longer needed to hide anything.
But if she really had to list everything, it’d be a hassle. By now, Lu Ran was nothing like the rookie he was when he first awakened his class.
These days, Lu Ran had way too much going for him!
“Tenfold enhancement…” Wang Mu muttered. “Sure enough—the ancient golems’ magic defense and physical defense are ten times higher too. And speed, attack power—wait, even the skeleton soldiers have over a hundred thousand HP each? Holy crap!”
Wang Mu was completely convinced.
This was even more broken!
Just the ancient golems alone—each with 1.2 million HP, and Lu Ran had fifty thousand of them!
That meant they could absorb sixty billion damage for him!
And Lu Ran could keep replenishing them indefinitely!
“I was worrying for nothing. No wonder the Eagle got wrecked so hard in the Deathmatch Arena—even a party of five guild leaders got taken down by Lu Ran. Looking at it now, it was like a father beating his son!” Wang Mu said, half-laughing, half-crying.
His head was spinning a bit—he’d just received way too much unprecedented, unheard-of information all at once, and it was a little overwhelming.
It felt like he was dreaming.
“Oh, right—what about Hades’ Crystal Skull, the Elven Wings, and the Dwarven-forged holy artifact, the Sea-Calming Trident? You’ve got those too?” Wang Mu asked.
“Yep. I have them equipped right now,” Lu Ran nodded.
“Great. So on top of the undead army, you’ve got Hades’ Crystal Skull as a safety net to keep you from dying, an elven army to back you up, and—most importantly—you can freakin’ fly!” Wang Mu was thoroughly impressed.
Completely floored!
Just as he finished speaking,
Wang Mu suddenly spotted a strange creature among the undead horde nearby.
It looked like a human, but had massive black feathered wings. It had a maiden-like form and actually looked pretty good-looking.
“What’s that?” Wang Mu blinked.
There was no such thing in the undead bestiary, was there?
