Non-human Gene Complex

Lan Mu walked to the top of the pyramid stepping on the icy stairs, and everything outside was within his perception.

Seeing this group of people biting dogs, he turned the two killed mercenaries into undead creatures with a cloud of dark power.

Showing up as an Aztec priest scares everyone.

After all, this is a civilization that has been extinct for hundreds of years. Where did the Aztecs come from in an abandoned underground ruins?

The existence of the Golden City has shocked the world, revealing mystery and inconceivability everywhere. Seeing the people walking out of the pyramid, everyone's first reaction was horror.

Especially the dead mercenaries turned into undead, biting their former partners, and the bullets were blocked by the frost armor. Such a supernatural phenomenon seemed even more mysterious and weird under the circumstances.

"The souls of the dead with resentment...the corpses buried deep in the ground..."

Lan Mu had already discovered the countless corpses under the gold plate on the ground, right under their feet, there used to be a mass grave!

With a wave of his hand, the power of darkness will drill into the ground, and only a little bit of each corpse is enough.

The bones were piled up, stretching hundreds of square meters, and there were at least 3,000 dead slaves.

The power of darkness is hidden in the bones, and it only takes a thought to transform them together.

However, Lan Mu was experimenting with other usages, and saw him giving various orders to the power of darkness.

After testing several commands in succession, one finally took effect.

The mental power sent out some special fluctuations, conveyed in the bones, and at the same time it was received by the power of darkness, as if some special effect had occurred, the bones exploded instantly.

The power of the explosion was impressive, and at the same time, it diffusely transmitted that mental wave to other nearby bones.

For a while, there were continuous explosions, one after another, and the accumulated explosions lifted the golden floor, and a wave of foul-smelling air gushed out.

Luther was running away with Alan at this time, and Paul also ran away with Alan tightly.

I saw Paul shouting: "Luther! What is the containment?"

Luther didn't even look at him, and looked back at Lan Mu while running, sweating profusely.

"It's none of your business! Damn, I thought there would be at most an alpha-level containment, but I didn't expect such a powerful anomaly to exist."

"It's actually in human form!"

"Manipulating the dead, and Frost... At least it's β-level!"

Paul and Alan were confused, and Paul asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Fake! Run! Run! Don't run! Don't drag me down!" Luther was in a bad mood, but he kept pulling Alan. In his heart, Alan was much more important than Paul!

Paul was furious when he heard that, he grabbed Alan and stopped running away.

He shouted: "What do you mean? You want to betray me too? Don't forget who paid your debts and gave you a high life back then!"

Luther looked at Paul with disdain and said, "Do you think I was really a poor bastard back then?"

"If it wasn't for your family to hold the information about the mysterious treasure that might contain something, would I have been sent to be your subordinate?"

"In my eyes, what is the Gates family? They are just ignorant weaklings!"

Paul looked at Luther in shock, this was his most powerful subordinate, who was once a confidant, but he didn't expect to say such vulgar words.

At this delay, the gold plate under their feet suddenly exploded, and the foul-smelling air wave knocked it down.

And the explosion was still going on, and there were muffled sounds from the surrounding floors.

"Boom boom boom!"

"What's going on here? The Aztecs still buried explosives in the ground?" Paul felt more and more incredible, he couldn't understand what he saw.

However, a more horrifying sound came. The hole that was blown out seemed to be a deep pit, and a strange, scalp-numbing sound echoed inside.

"Crack..."

"Cluck..."

This is the sound of bones colliding and rubbing against each other...

Suddenly, a skeleton arm came up, followed by a dozen, twenty or so skeleton arms!

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, the pale skeleton rushed out of the crypt and climbed up.

The corpses of the slaves have been decomposed over a long period of time. Originally, there were not many of these slaves who were whole corpses before they died.

Some skeletons have other people's bones on their bodies, some skeletons are still crawling with half of their bodies missing, and some skeletons are combined with several heads on their bodies.

They all have one thing in common, that is the will-o'-the-wisp with green eyes.

"Skeleton? How could..."

Paul looked at the skeletons rushing up shoulder to shoulder in horror, and ran away without caring about arguing.

Lan Mu saw everything in his eyes and stared at Luther's figure with great interest.

"Is this person an undercover agent for CANC? That organization also has lurkers at Gates' house?"

"Bai Ze said that that organization has great influence in America, so it seems that what he said is true."

"I actually followed Paul into Aztlan, but it seems that there is only one person..."

Lan Mu's will shrouded a radius of more than two hundred meters, and all the skeletons and undead expressed their surrender to Lan Mu through spiritual connection.

As the creator of undead creatures, Lan Mu's rank is many times higher than this group of skeletons, and his orders are iron rules.

With just one thought, the skeleton army was used by him, chasing and killing Paul and his party one after another.

"Except for these few people, all living people in the entire Aztlan will be killed."

Lan Mu passed the appearance of Fang Moqi, Nidalee, Dungal and Alan to the skeleton army. With his order, even if these skeletons were beaten into scum by the four, they would not hurt them.

A total of more than 2,000 skeletons crawled out of the ground, and Paul and his party ran for their lives like bereaved dogs.

As long as they turned their heads, they could see dense green will-o'-the-wisps in the dim light, which were the eyes of the skeleton.

Four golden-armored skeleton warriors also joined the battle, rushing down the pyramid and heading straight for the mercenary captain.

The regiment leader fired at the skeletons, and the barrage tore apart the bones of several skeletons, sending powder flying.

But there were too many skeletons, and four more golden-armored skeletons rushed in. The leader threw down two grenades and ran away for his life.

Unexpectedly, his two mercenary partners who were killed just now suddenly violently, one hugged his foot and bit it, and the other threw himself on him and gnawed at him.

"Ah! No..."

The head of the regiment was caught off guard, how could he expect two dead men to jump up and bite him.

It was quickly bitten to a bloody mess. It has to be said that the fighting power of the walking corpse is much stronger than that of the skeleton, and the sensitivity and strength of its movements are similar to those in life. The most important thing is that it is not afraid of death.

The grenade exploded, a large number of skeletons were blown up, two walking corpses were also blown up, and the leader died simply.

The two walking corpses shook and got up, as long as their heads were not blown to pieces, they would not die.

There was flesh and blood everywhere on the ground, and they rushed to eat it excitedly.

Lan Mu walked down the pyramid indifferently, watching Paul and his party fight and retreat indifferently, bullets and grenades flew randomly, and the skeleton was easily smashed to pieces. Humans are far worse.

"The skeleton is still too weak..."

At this moment, he noticed that the two walking corpses devoured the three mercenary corpses and became much stronger.

So with a thought, let the two mercenary corpses who followed him at the beginning also come to die and let them eat.

Under the oppression of the spiritual class, the walking dead were devoured without any resistance, and the fire of the soul was also absorbed and fused.

"You! Eat him!"

Lan Mu saw that the walking corpse was growing in constant devouring, so he continued to deepen the experiment.

When the last walking corpse was devoured, there was only one strong walking corpse left on the field, with an unbelievably bloated belly. There was a lot of indigestible food in it, and the belly was ruptured, revealing sticky blood.

Lan Mu noticed that the soul strength of this walking corpse was 7, and after searching for food to no avail, he automatically turned his mind on the skeleton.

There were at least fifty skeletons that were shattered by guns and grenades just now. There were ghostly ghostly lights floating on the broken bones all over the place, and they were quickly disappearing.

The walking corpse rushed up and began to absorb the scattered will-o'-the-wisps, which were the soul fires of the skeletons.

After one pass of absorbing and devouring, his soul strength reached 60!

It is no longer an ordinary walking corpse, with normal human thinking and learning ability.

"It's not a ghoul, is it because the amount of devouring is not enough? Or is it because the soul strength is too high, and it becomes an undead attendant?"

Lan Mu's concept of liches and undead all come from the super USB flash drive, so he can only guess for the time being.

"The skeleton is really too weak, it should be able to be fused and strengthened..."

Lan Mu started to stop the hundreds of nearby skeletons from chasing them, gathering together to devour each other.

But then Lan Mu became depressed. The skeleton fights are just like funny comparisons, bumping, colliding, smashing together...

Whoever fights is hard! Who has more bones! Whoever's bones are broken first will be defeated!

The shattered skeletons were trampled by those who came after them. They had just defeated other skeletons and were overwhelmed by more skeletons.

The scattered soul fire can also be absorbed by other skeletons. They grow stronger and are swarmed up to kill them, grow stronger and be killed again.

Lan Mu, who couldn't stand it anymore, called a stop directly, scanned the circle with mental power, and chose a skeleton with the most powerful soul to come out.

"This soul strength has reached 13, then..."

"Frost Shards!"

A strong cold current swept through hundreds of skeletons, and those fragile bones were covered with frost.

"Crack...crack...boom! boom! boom!"

The bones were frozen to pieces! Scattered into a piece of dregs.

The fire of the soul floated all over the ground, and with Lan Mu's permission, the selected skeleton jumped up excitedly and began to absorb it.

Thus, a large skeleton with a soul strength of 500 appeared.

He consciously picked up some bones and put them on himself, and the body naturally bred the power of darkness, bonding and splicing a large number of white bones.

I saw that he was two meters tall, with compact bones, which was different from the pale body of other skeletons.

His bones were a bright silver color, smooth and metallic, and the fire of his soul was also more luxuriant.

What's more, he picked up the submachine gun and fiddled with it...

"Is the ability to learn related to the strength of the soul... But the silver skull using firearms is so inconsistent..."

Lan Mu just complained casually, but the skeleton immediately threw away the gun and surrendered to Lan Mu.

"If the master doesn't like it, I can use the golden spear."

The silver skull's answer was transmitted to Lan Mu through a spiritual link. The soul strength of 500 is really different, but it seems that it still belongs to the class ruled by Lan Mu.

"Your task is to hunt down the previous group of people. I don't care what method you use, I just want the result."

After hearing Lan Mu's words, the Silver Skull picked up the golden armor and golden spear, put them on for a while, and strode towards Paul and his party.

"As you wish! Master!"