Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

Among them were High-tier Undead Mages similar to Vladimir. Relying on their profound Soul Mastery, they had discarded their fragile bodies and lingered in various ruins in soul form. They naturally hoped that one day they could use the arrangements they left behind to possess a successor and be reborn, living a second life.

In addition, there was a group of even more powerful High-tier Professionals who had acted more decisively. They not only abandoned their bodies but also sacrificed most of their soul’s power. Then, they used the Divine Power of the Naraku Civilization’s Guardian God to traverse dimensional gaps and teleport to the Undead Realm, becoming a group of cold, unfeeling Undead Creatures.

The final group consisted of traitors to the Naraku Civilization. They were like the Demon Rebel Army from the Calamity Sun Demon Country on Blue Star—the most despised of all traitors to their race. In terms of both power and cultural heritage, they were not even worth a second thought.

Fang Zhou took a deep breath.

He had never imagined that immigrants from the Naraku Civilization existed in the Undead Realm. I wonder which corner this group of wandering souls is lingering in now? And will the Corpse Clone have a chance to meet them and acquire some advanced knowledge of Undead Mages?

After his thoughts drifted for a moment, Fang Zhou took out his personal terminal. He carefully photographed the scattered Array Patterns before him, preparing to take them back for detailed study with Master Sandro and Instructor Su Xinyan. Although these scattered Array Patterns had lost most of their power, Fang Zhou believed he could still decipher other Skills from them by combining this information with Vladimir’s soul memories.

By this time, the expedition team members had collected the soulless bodies of their comrades.

After packing up the spoils of war, Fang Zhou looked up at the red whirlpool suspended in the center of the burial hall. It was getting smaller, gradually fading into nothingness. "Alright, comrades," he said. "I’ve successfully broken the Curse Energy. It won’t cause any more harm here."

"Thank you, big human!"

"Praise Nature!"

"The human kid is reliable!"

"Thank you! The Queen’s Tribe is saved!"

The cheers had just begun when they heard Fang Zhou’s somewhat embarrassed voice again. "However, a small problem has come up. This Energy was bound to the White Bone Altar, so the altar’s structure is now collapsing along with it. And since the White Bone Altar is an integral part of this burial site, well..."

"Run! This place is going to collapse!"

Chief Guna was the first to understand. She shot up like a groundhog whose tail had been stepped on and went tumbling down the spiraling stone steps. The others exchanged glances, let out a shout, and rushed toward the stairs at top speed.

Of course, Fang Zhou wasn’t that reckless; he had calculated everything with plenty of time to spare. The ceiling above and the steps below were shaking violently, sending rubble and dust raining down.

From the outside, the entire burial site was shuddering violently. Huge chunks of the outer walls, laced with black frost, crumbled and crashed onto the permafrost below, creating a heaven-and-earth-shattering boom.

"Victory! AWOOOO!"

Outside the tomb, the Werewolf chief howled at the sky.

The tottering burial site then let out an exceptionally loud crack before breaking into several segments. The pieces crushed and collided with each other as they collapsed. The ground shook so violently that everyone struggled to stay on their feet. A cloud of dust spread in all directions, quickly engulfing everything in a swirling, gritty darkness.

"COUGH, COUGH! PTOOEY!"

"AWOOOO! Over here! Chief Guna, is the Undead problem solved?"

Although Chief Guna was just as disheveled and covered in dust, she couldn’t hide the smug smile on her ugly face. "With me on the job, of course that fellow was dealt with!"

Seeing the look of admiration in the Werewolf chief’s eyes, Guna suddenly felt she might have exaggerated a bit. She turned her face slightly to the side and continued, "Er... our allies helped a lot, especially their leader, that human kid. As the masters of the Withered Swamp, we can’t let our allies leave empty-handed, right?"

Though he found it a bit strange, the straightforward Werewolf chief nodded and replied, "That’s only right. We should find a way to compensate our human allies for their losses."

What awaited Fang Zhou and the Natural Expedition Team was, naturally, a celebratory feast prepared by the Swamp Natives of the Withered Swamp. Although the cadets from the Sea City Military Academy were not particularly fond of the culinary offerings of the Werewolves and Snake-men, a warm bonfire and soothing hot broth were welcomed by all.

After a good hour’s rest, everyone had recovered from the after-effects of the Soul Storm.

It was only then that the wise and sagacious Chief of the Mud Spring Banshees, Guna, revealed her true intentions. She had her eyes on the various resources carried by the members of the Natural Expedition Team and wanted to use the celebratory banquet to initiate trade.

Fang Zhou was naturally delighted by this development. After all, the Withered Swamp itself concealed a wide range of useful resources. Trying to drive out the vast population of Swamp Natives to monopolize the Withered Swamp would be nothing more than a pipe dream for the Natural Allies. Furthermore, the Sea City Military Academy, being part of the Lawful Good Faction, had no desire to wage such a war and cause unnecessary bloodshed.