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Chapter 338 Logistics warehouse of the undead empire(2/2)

"Pfft..." Nigris couldn't vomit blood. There was no unsuitable climate, only unsuitable crops.

The environment here in Seobada is indeed suitable for soul moss. It is dry and cold, and there are so many corpses. The soul energy is sufficient, but it is not as strong as the Abyss of Rest to blow the wind of death.

"We're going back soon..." Before he could finish his words, he saw Ange stepping on his footprints, and the newly sown soul moss grew like crazy.

The withered skeleton projected by Feti stroked his chin and murmured: "It seems that our new immortal god has something. Can the quick-death halo be used like this?"

After planting dozens of acres of soul moss, Ange stopped continuing. This crop is not used in many places, and dozens of acres are enough to last for a long time. This does not include Sawa's newly invented sleeping beauty.

Potion requirements.

After stuffing Feti's projected skeleton into the Palace of Rest, Ange slowly stepped into the air and scanned the ground in front of him. A ring appeared on his back - the Ring of Scales.

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, seven hundred thousand... Wherever you look, there are seven hundred thousand corpses. Many of the corpses are wearing broken armor or holding tattered weapons in their hands.

, this is obviously an ancient battlefield.

Not all of the 700,000 corpses have soul fire. Perhaps less than one-fifth of them have soul fire. The rest may have dissipated on their own like the Sunken Land.

Undead creatures are not truly immortal. When they are in a closed space, their souls cannot be replenished and they will slowly die.

"There is something." Ange suddenly pointed to the end of the distant horizon. Reflected by his ring of scales, there were a relatively large number of undead creatures with souls in that area.

Throwing down the projection onto the skeleton, Feti was in a daze. The group of people flew to the end of the horizon and saw a large area of ​​tents.

These tents were in tatters and had fallen down to cover the things underneath. When they were opened, they turned out to be wooden boxes. There were at least hundreds of boxes stacked in a row of tents, with packages of items wrapped in oil paper inside.

"Soul crystal!" Nigris shouted excitedly as he tore open an oil paper bag.

"Soul Crystal!"

"It's all soul crystals!" Everyone excitedly tore open most of the oil paper packages, revealing the intact soul crystals inside.
Chapter completed!
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