Necromancer: Becoming a God Starting with Skeleton Clone

Chapter 103 Bizarre Ruins, Battlefield Between Humans and Demons

Chapter 103 Bizarre Ruins, Battlefield Between Humans and Demons

Shen Ziwei nodded emphatically to Fang Zhou and, with Wang Tao's help, lay down on the stretcher on the back of the silver flying horse.

Wang Tao also heard what Fang Zhou had just said, but he only sighed inwardly.

Many priests have already conducted research on things like bone regeneration.

Among them were even legendary experts of the Wang Mian level.

But in the end, they gained nothing.

Although Ark has been dubbed the most talented necromancer in history, it has indeed independently developed a skeletal skill tree.

But can the skeletons of undead creatures like skeletons be the same as human bones?

Wang Tao didn't have a high opinion of Fang Zhou from the bottom of his heart; he just took it as a well-intentioned consolation.

But of course he couldn't say that in front of Shen Ziwei.

Chong Fangzhou nodded, and then rode his silver pegasus towards the underground fortress.

Looking up as the silver Pegasus disappeared from sight, Fangzhou turned back to clean up the messy battlefield.

The bones of gnolls and the teeth of dire wolves are materials needed by military academies.

In addition, the three elite gnolls among the apprentices contributed three pieces of low-quality gray equipment.

The Gnoll Warband, which was just wiped out by the Skeleton Army, contributed resources worth 30 contribution points to the Ark.

But even with these limited resources, Shen Ziwei lost an arm.

Fang Zhou shook his head slightly, silently reminding himself of the danger.

You must not act rashly!

After collecting the spoils from annihilating the jackals, Fang Zhou looked at the things Shen Ziwei had given him.

The bag of monster materials wasn't anything special; it contained common monster materials like ferocious wolf teeth, goblin ears, and stone-skinned lizard scales, worth probably less than 20 contribution points.

But that [Burning Ring] is a minor top-tier item.

Ark looked at the description on the attribute panel.

【Ring of Fire】(Grayish, Inferior Quality, Rare Item): A rare item crafted by a fire mage, with no usage requirements.

The [Fireball] spell, with its lower-level apprentice power, can be cast up to 3 times consecutively. After each use, it requires a period of time to recharge naturally.

The apprentice-level [Fireball] spell is naturally insignificant to Ark.

However, the precious thing about this [Burning Ring] is that it has no restrictions on class or attribute, and can be used by all classes.

For a junior apprentice like Shen Zhiwei, this is enough to serve as a trump card.

Even among the 180 seeded candidates participating in the dungeon hunt, not many possessed such top-tier equipment.

After all, the use of most equipment requires the support of class and four-dimensional attributes.

If the profession doesn't match and the four-dimensional attributes don't meet the requirements, even the most powerful equipment won't be effective. The fact that Shen Ziwei possesses the [Burning Ring] indicates that she has a powerful fire mage who is also skilled at crafting rare items supporting her. Is the surname Shen?

Fire Mage?

A thought flashed through Fang Zhou's mind, and he secretly wondered, "Could this student Shen Ziwei be related to the instructor Shen Hongyu who is in charge of the meditation class?"

If that's the case, then it would be incredibly tragic.

After all, Shen Ziwei's confidence to hunt in the dangerous frozen wasteland was based on the power of this [Burning Fire Ring].

But the result was that what seemed like a blessing in disguise turned out to be a curse.

In a sense, it was this ring that caused Shen Ziwei to lose an arm.

Shaking his head, Fang Zhou dismissed these irrelevant thoughts and put the [Burning Flame Ring] on his hand.

If you encounter smaller monsters like ferocious mosquitoes or swamp flies later on, this [Burning Ring] will come in handy.

After regrouping the skeleton army scattered across the hilly battlefield, Ark activated its hunting logger to restore signal and corrected its marching route to the [Thorn Jungle].

More than an hour has passed since we saw the distress signal and rushed to the rescue.

By this time, dusk was falling, and the light emitted by the magic moss had become very faint.

The Ark will definitely not be able to reach the [Thorn Jungle] before darkness falls.

He didn't want to march in the dark, so he could only try to go to the [town ruins] to spend the night as originally planned.

As the cold wind howled again, the temperature on the frozen wasteland grew even colder.

Fangzhou directed several skeletons to carry the now much heavier bundles and head towards the town ruins.

To speed up the march, even if they encountered monsters, Ark didn't bother hunting them unless they deliberately blocked his path.

An hour later, while the magic moss still retained its last faint glimmer of light, Ark finally led his skeleton army to the [Town Ruins].

This was once a prosperous area belonging to Haicheng.

When the demons invaded, this place, like many other cities on Earth, became a battlefield for the bloody war between humans and demons.

Whether it was the indiscriminate bombardment of firearms in the early stages of the war, or the various skills of professionals and demons, it was reduced to a desolate ruin, silent in this dark cavern.

From a distance, the collapsed buildings resemble silent stone monuments, weathered and mottled by wind and rain.

The road surface was broken and cracked, with weeds and moss growing in the cracks.

The bustling traffic of the past has turned to dust, with only the barely perceptible glow of the magical moss casting dappled shadows on this desolate land.

The light was so dim that it was almost impossible to distinguish one's fingers when reaching out.

Fang Zhou gripped the staff tightly, the [Level 1 Moonstone] embedded in its tip gleaming with a cold silver light in the night.

According to the hunting log, this town ruin has become a paradise for monsters.

To find a foothold, they will likely have to go through a bloody battle.

However, when he led his army of skeletons quietly into the ruins, he found that the expected large horde of monsters did not emerge like a wave.

Instead, only small, sparse groups of wandering monsters appeared, as if dispersed or suppressed by some unknown force.

This makes the ruins appear even more eerie and desolate.

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The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, and each step made a slight sound.

The ark navigated through the ruins, its eyes constantly scanning the surroundings warily, trying to find a place that could both protect it from potential threats and provide temporary shelter.

Finally, the ruins of a former department store came into view.

It stands on a high ground, and although it is dilapidated, its structure remains sturdy.

The towering ruins and intricate interior spaces form a natural defensive line, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack, undoubtedly an ideal location for encampment.

However, the ruins were not empty.

An alarm sounded from the sluggish thermal imaging radar.

Immediately, the Ark detected a series of low groans coming from inside the ruins, mixed with the rustling sound of hard objects rubbing against the ground.

He halted the army's advance, while he raised his night-vision binoculars to observe the interior of the ruins.

Inside the dimly lit building, a group of ferocious porcupines were inhabiting.

Their backs are covered with sharp, hard spines, and their eyes gleam with a bloodthirsty red light.