Chapter 136: Half a year of accumulation, the legion is formed, the fanatical followers of the Dark Moon Goddess!

The Limerick Mountains always offer a variety of weather conditions.

At the foot of the mountain, it felt like a spring breeze, but as the altitude increased, the temperature became lower and lower, and the surrounding environment began to become bleak and lonely.

Neylon rode on a ghost horse, walking along the mountain stream as if he were walking on flat ground, and easily avoided all the gathering places of various monsters that might be encountered on the road ahead.

This is the day when Nairon goes to meet the great Son of Dark Moon once a month and report on the town of Zomlit.

After nearly ten hours of trekking, the ghost horse stopped in front of a dense jungle.

Neylon rolled off the horse and saluted the ghost horse. He waited respectfully in front of the woods until the ghost horse ran away.

Neron is a member of the city of 'Zomlit', formerly known as Munster, which was under the jurisdiction of Frederick.

But now, the town has changed its name, and its ruler is no longer Duke Frederick, but the great Son of the Dark Moon, the immortal king, Lord Deya Cavendish.

Neylon used to be just an ordinary guy in 'The Munsters'.

It is precisely because they are ordinary that they are exploited by the lords and bullied by those above them.

Neillon once lived with his old mother and had a piece of land to farm, which barely provided them with enough food and clothing.

But taxes in 'Munster' are just too high.

Most of the harvest he and his mother earned from a year's hard work had to be handed over, under the pretext of supporting the army guarding Munster.

But Neylon knew that the grain contributed by the entire town of Munster every year was more than enough to feed the army of 2,000 people.

Most of the food, mined minerals, and money collected from mercenaries and merchants in Munster.

In fact, they were all sent by the mayor at the time to the capital of Duke Frederick as tax payment for the town of Munster.

If it were just like this, life would be painful, but at least I could hold on.

But in recent years, the kingdom's tax collectors have often come to Munster and continue to collect taxes on all residents here in the name of the king.

The tax items are varied and inexplicable, and some taxes are even levied directly ten years later.

But the residents of Munster did not dare to resist, because those who resisted would face the butcher knives of the two thousand soldiers they supported.

Such heavy taxes year after year made life increasingly difficult for the Neylon family.

With no other options, when he was hungry, he had to sell the land he cultivated in exchange for enough food.

Neylon didn't know how to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, but he understood the principle and knew that if he continued like this, it wouldn't be long before he would be left with nothing.

But he cannot see the poetry and distance of the future. All he can do is to stick to the present.

"If it really doesn't work, then leave Munster and go to a big city to work. I heard that you can barely make a living by working in the factories run by noble lords."

This was what Neylon once thought.

But he instinctively didn't want to do so. He didn't want to leave the land where his ancestors had lived for generations. And if he went to work in those noble factories, could he really get enough food and clothing?

Neillon was skeptical.

But all this changed half a year ago.

He still clearly remembered that on that day, a bone dragon was hovering overhead and an undead army appeared in the town.

He hid at home in fear, protecting his elderly mother.

But unlike the undead monsters in people's imagination that slaughtered all living people, the undead had no interest in them at all and only slaughtered the soldiers who were loyal to the Duke.

In a very short period of time, those domineering soldiers were slaughtered, and the entire Munster became a realm of immortality.

What happened next can be described as a dramatic turn of events.

Their new lord, Lord Deya, actually returned the land that these local residents once owned to them, allowed them to continue farming, and did not want any of their harvest.

The only requirement is that they must devoutly believe in the Dark Moon Goddess. Those who do not believe in her can only leave this land and go anywhere.

For people like Neylon, it doesn't matter who they believe in.

Believing in the Goddess of Dawn cannot provide food, but believing in the Goddess of Dark Moon can not only provide enough food, but also provide surplus food to sell, which can be used to exchange for money to buy other daily necessities to improve life.

In the past, Neillon could not imagine that farming could make money.

It was under such circumstances that Naylon believed in the Dark Moon Goddess only for survival in the beginning, but in the end he had completely become a fanatic, believing that only the Dark Moon Goddess could bring true fairness and mercy to this land!

Death is the fairest and most merciful destination!
As a fanatical believer, Nairon is now a priest of the Dark Moon Goddess.

But the Dark Moon Goddess fell, and he could not obtain the extraordinary power that belonged to the priest.

But Nelon didn't care, because he was following the teachings of the Goddess and granting the greatest fairness and justice to all things!
A woodland fawn appeared before Neylon.

Nelon knew that these were creatures raised in this forest by a druid under Lord Deya, and they all had a certain level of intelligence.

Without the guidance of these animals, he would have had no way of getting through this mysterious and disorienting woods.

Led by the fawn, Neylon passed through the dense woods.

Later, he saw a lich who was patrolling with a group of undead creatures.

The lich also led him through a road called the 'Mystery Lock of Fate', and what finally appeared in front of Nairon was the entrance to a deep and terrifying underground pit.

The entrance was engraved with the holy emblem of the Dark Moon Goddess, and the stone carving was exquisite, but the void that exuded the breath of death made people frightened and dared not enter.

Naylon knelt on the ground at the entrance of the cave, praising the Dark Moon Goddess, and then walked in.

The cave is cold and dry, like a complex and winding stalactite cave.

Countless spider webs were entangled in it, and various small spiders were crawling on the webs at an extremely fast speed.

And Nellon knew that right above his head, there was a several-meter-tall, hideous and terrifying undead spider staring at him.

A normal person would probably be frightened to death on the spot just by entering this cave.

Even when Neylon came here for the first time, he felt fear and shock from the bottom of his heart.

After walking through this cave filled with countless spiders, the view in front of you suddenly opens up.

A magnificent but still somewhat crude underground palace appeared before him.

Inside the palace, the undead army patrols tirelessly and endless negative energy fills the place.

Led by another rotten, ghost-like banshee, Naylon finally arrived at his destination.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the laboratory. He finally met the King of the Undead.

"Great Son of Dark Moon, the most loyal believer of the Goddess greets you!"

Neylon prostrated himself, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the true appearance of the laboratory.

This is an empty hall covering hundreds of square meters. The negative energy pool in the middle of the hall is boiling, supplying energy to the entire underground tomb.

The house was far from clean and tidy. There were countless pieces of meat, corpses, bones, organs and other items on the ground. It was simply a mountain of flesh made up of the corpses of various creatures.

Walking in here is like walking into the largest slaughterhouse in the world.

The only relatively clean place was in one corner where many alchemical instruments were placed.

At this time, Deya was doing an experiment in front of a glass container.

He heard Nellon's voice, put down the flask in his hand, turned around to look at Nellon kneeling in the mountain of blood, flesh and corpses, and asked kindly: "What else do you want to report this month?"

"Lord Deya, many chambers of commerce have come to Zomlite Town recently. With their arrival, the purchase prices of food and raw materials have fallen. I suspect that the people from these chambers of commerce may have secretly united together to control the prices of Zomlite's goods, but there is no evidence."

Neylon prostrated himself on the ground and said respectfully.

Hearing that it was just such a small matter, Deya said indifferently: "Just capture the person in charge of a large chamber of commerce here and kill him, and use magic to interrogate his soul to see if these chambers of commerce will do the same.

If they do, then all the people in the Chamber of Commerce will be killed and their assets will be confiscated."

"Your will, my lord!"

"Well, anything else?"

Nelon was reporting on the situation in Zomlit Town in the past month.

Deya just listened to his report quietly. After about an hour, Neylon finished his report with a dry mouth.

"I know everything. Go down... By the way, from today on, I no longer need the corpse of the Phase Spider. Replace it with other materials."

"Yes, my lord!"

"..."

After Neylon left, Deya continued with his own experiments.

The Dark Moon Church has not been formally established. It is now just an organization spontaneously formed by the residents of Zomlit Town. There is only one small church in the entire town.

Neylon is the leader of this organization.

It’s not that Naylon is so capable, it’s just that after he believed in the Dark Moon Goddess, he quickly became a fanatic.

The teachings of the Church of the Dark Moon Goddess had long been tampered with by Deya to make them more in line with his own interests.

Therefore, the fanatical followers of the Dark Moon Goddess are the ones who serve their own interests.

Deya trusted him very much, because no matter what Nelon did, he was in accordance with the teachings of the Goddess, that is, he was doing things for the benefit of Deya.

Deya therefore gave the other party a lot of power.

In a normal church, it is impossible for fanatics to become managers because fanatics tend to go to extremes.

But the Church of the Dark Moon Goddess is not an ordinary church, and the basis of Deya’s rule is not order, but the purest fear.

Therefore, it doesn’t matter how extreme Neylon is. As a human being, the ultimate extreme is just killing someone.

For a necromancer, killing is a trivial matter.

Deya looked at his panel.

[You have learned the 5th level Necromancer spell, Transmutation]

[You have learned the 5th level Necromancer spell Grave Guardian's Touch]

[You have learned the 5th level Necromancer spell, Reanimating the Dead]

[You have learned the 5th level Necromancer spell Soul Wall]

[You have read the 5th level Necromancer spell book 'Phantom Transformation', spell skill experience +1]

"..."

Countless pieces of information tell of Deya’s achievements over the past six months.

Deya looked at his reserve of undead army again.

With the Summoning feat, the number of low-level undead creatures Deya summoned every day using all his spell slots increased significantly.

Every day, Deya can use spells to summon hundreds of undead creatures such as skeletons, zombies, and mummies.

Even the mummy, a three-ring undead creature, is no longer considered low-level, but has stepped into the threshold of the middle level.

The first thing Deya did when his spell slots were restored was to summon undead creatures for accumulation.

And these summoned creatures used the ability of [Transcend Death] to keep them all and stuff them into their own negative energy space.

[Negative Energy Space: 40000/40000]

To be honest, the negative energy space at this time is no longer sufficient.

In half a year, Deya has summoned nearly a hundred thousand undead creatures from the first to the third ring.

After filling up the negative energy space, the remaining undead creatures can only wander around in the outside world temporarily.

Low-level summons can be summoned using spells, but most of the more powerful undead creatures need to be actively created.

During this half year, Deya also created hundreds of undead creatures of the fourth ring and above.

These undead creatures are more complex, abominations that Dejana stitched together from a pile of corpses.

The more corpses you sew for this abomination and the better the quality, the stronger it will become. It is an undead creature that can change its strength.

In addition, there are undead spirits such as vampire clans, zombie beholders, and zombie ogres.

These undead creatures are the corpses of monsters in the Limerick Mountains.

If mercenary groups and other organizations want to enter the Limerick Mountains to hunt and search for precious materials, they need to use a portion of their harvest as a ticket to enter.

This is how the corpses of many of the undead creatures created by Deya came about.

He would create any strange monster based on the corpse someone sent him.

Therefore, when it comes to undead creatures above the fourth ring, Deya does not have a unified legion, but is just a chaotic collection of undead.

But it doesn’t matter. High-level undead creatures rely on their individual strength and do not need to be organized into legions.

"Compared to my World Recollection, it's still a little behind. The number of low-level undead creatures has reached the target, but it's still a little difficult to mass-produce high-level undead creatures with my current number of rings."

In World Remembrance, Deya at least had several bone dragons, but now he only has one bone dragon available.

He walked to the negative energy pool and waved his hand. The cold mist above it dissipated, revealing a corner of the Limerick Mountains like a mirror.

Many of the dead were cutting down trees in the mountains.

Undead creatures cannot perform complex tasks, but they can still do repetitive and simple tasks such as chopping trees.

As for the felled trees, Deya will hire craftsmen in the town to make catapults, but Deya will not give up on the 'corpse bombs'.

In his corpse warehouse, there were more than a thousand prepared siege bombs.

Deya is preparing for war.

"Father hasn't contacted me during this period, so it seems that there is no problem on the front line. In this case, I will continue my research."

Deya hummed a tune softly and started a new research.

He finally understood why mages were so homebodies.

It’s really fun to study magic and practice various spell skills.

Especially taking a bunch of strange corpses and throwing them into the refining array, and creating new undead creatures through various variables.

Whether it is failure or success, it is an interesting thing, just like playing a game and brushing up entries.

The data in the game is virtual, but what Deya gets here is real power!
(End of this chapter)