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Even though Lilith jumped and made a fuss, he still refused to agree to her request to explore the ruins in depth.

As for the orcs and half-elves, the former trust the captain very much, and usually leave things that require thinking to him and the magician in the team.

Although the latter was also very interested in this relic, who would have thought that the inside of the sandworm king would look like this.

However, he also felt that the team was underprepared this time, and with so many uncertainties, a rash advance would likely lead to annihilation. Therefore, the half-elf mage also supported Andre's cautious plan.

So, Lilith finally had no choice but to run to Alvin with a puffed-up face to seek support.

"What do you think, new guy?"

"I think the captain is right. Besides, Lilim, do you think you could escape safely if you were to encounter a monster like that on your own?" Ivan asked patiently.

Halflings generally have a lifespan of over 200 years, and most of the time they look like children. Those halflings who are nominally adults often have childish tempers, so he did not simply express his opposition, but instead induced the other party to think actively.

If you want your teammates to stop doing things rashly, simply admonishing them may not be effective. The best way is to let them realize the seriousness of the problem themselves.

"Ouch." Lilith frowned, and her face, which was originally as round as White's, curled up as if she suddenly smelled something stinky.

Thinking of the terrifying humanoid hybrid insect-beast before, even the courageous halfling thief couldn't help but feel troubled.

Obviously, she also realized the danger of this matter.

"Besides, the lives of these little guys have already been severely disrupted. If our actions bring new troubles, do you think it is appropriate?" Ivan further said:

"Ah :-( I get it. Even if I'm an adventurer, I can't always cause trouble for others. I don't want to become that annoying person."

Lilim sighed, and her twin ponytails drooped down like wilted eggplants.

Seeing this, Alvin felt a little soft-hearted again.

"But if you don't run around, it's okay to just walk around."

"Newcomer, you will definitely be a stupid father who will spoil your children in the future." Andre held his forehead helplessly.

"Ahahaha, that kind of thing probably won't happen for a long time." This embarrassing topic made Alvin laugh awkwardly.

But why do I feel a little strange in my heart?

That should happen a long time later, right?

right?

I guess it’s just a psychological effect. Yes, it must be a psychological effect.

Just as Alvin was thinking this, Khayon, who had not appeared for a long time, had returned to the northern kingdom of Elrond.

At this moment, he is challenging a group of people alone...

Chapter 60 Achievement Display

The Three Towers of Magic are the foundation of the Undead faction.

Compared to the three towering pagodas built around the circular mound in the past.

Now the base of the Undead faction looks a bit... dilapidated.

One of the magic towers was surrounded by a large amount of scaffolding, and the whole tower showed a clear tendency to tilt. From time to time, small stones and other things could be seen falling from the gaps that could be seen everywhere on the tower body.

Surrounded by three towers, there is a large semi-underground mausoleum where many previous generations of undead mentors and even high-level spellcasters such as liches were buried. The huge hole in the center was casually dug by someone. It has not been repaired until now, nearly a year or two later. God knows whether they can't repair it or they dare not to repair it.

Just when the entire undead faction was doing nothing, a former chief suddenly returned and brought a breath of fresh air (?) into the ancient school that had almost stagnated.

"I'm not targeting anyone, but everyone here is behind the times!"

With his arms folded in front of him, wearing a black robe embroidered with silver decorative bone patterns, his hair combed more meticulously than ever before, Kayan Paulus, who looked brand new, stood arrogantly in front of all the mentors.

Beside him stood an undead puppet that no one had ever seen before.

At first glance, it appears to be just an ordinary skeleton soldier.

But if you look closely, you will find that the appearance of this skeleton soldier is completely different from the skeleton created by traditional undead magic.

Its entire body is silver-gray in color, as if it were made of metal, rather than the biological skeleton commonly used in necromancy.

Furthermore, although the limbs of this skeleton are slenderer than those of a creature with flesh and blood, they are much thicker than ordinary skeletons. The body is significantly thicker, as if it were wearing a silver-shining breastplate vest. Not only are the empty ribs invisible, but even the fragile cervical vertebrae connecting to the skull are obscured by an upward-standing curved metal neck guard.

Apart from this, the most surprising thing is obviously the weapon used by this metal skeleton.

A thick metal hose is directly connected to the inside of the skeleton's breastplate, and the other end is directly connected to the large steam rifle held in the skeleton's hands. The steam rifle looks larger in caliber and has a thicker barrel than Lind's current steam rifle.

There is a spiked axe fixed under the black muzzle, which looks quite violent, very violent, and extremely violent.

The two chimneys standing on the back of the metal skull breastplate would occasionally spew out a few white smoke rings, and you could faintly hear the rhythmic sound of mechanical operation coming from inside the breastplate.

But it seems that it is just to let ordinary skeleton soldiers put on a layer of iron armor and carry the weapons of the Lind people.

There is nothing new about it.

"Hmph, a stitched monster made from the Lind people's smoking toys? What's there to be proud of?" A young necromancer sneered, but the look he gave Khayon was full of fear.

This chief apprentice who had disappeared for a long time was clearly wanted nationwide before, but as soon as he returned to the country these two days, he immediately received a pardon signed by the Demon King himself, and at the same time he had the audacity to come back to participate in the election for the chief researcher of this school.

If the chief among mage apprentices is at most a student union president with a nice title, then the chief researcher selected from ordinary mages is a true person of power.

Although he is not as powerful as the school chief, except for the high-level wizards who are solely responsible for their own specialized research groups, the entire school often gives the research chief considerable power to ensure that ordinary wizards maximize the utilization of resources.

To put it simply, although high-level wizards have their own professional research groups, the elected research chief can determine the overall research direction of most ordinary wizards in the school during his own election period, and properly allocate scientific research funds and various magical materials.

Such positions with great power and influence among the mages of the middle and lower schools can often only be successfully elected after a series of competitions by outstanding young mages who have the support of a large number of mages and at least one high-level mage.

As for a small fry like Kayang who had been drifting outside for nearly two years and theoretically had no foundation and was no different from a wild mage, he had no qualifications to run for the chief of this session.

However, when he walked into the Mage Tower today, he was followed by a black knight directly under the royal family of Elrond, as well as twelve phantom knights wearing white robes and with extremely tall stature.

The Black Knight symbolizes the will of the royal family, and the incredibly powerful Phantom Knight has made a great reputation in Elonde in the past two years.

These mystical knights who are loyal to the royal family and the country often tour the entire country, secretly punishing evil nobles and killing harmful monsters that often appear in various places. They quickly gained a high prestige among the people, and at the same time made some conservative nobles who were a little cunning stop and feel afraid.

They were thus given the honorary title of Swords of Elrond.

In addition, apart from these superficial honors, the highest general publicly disclosed by the entire Fantasy Knights is even more awe-inspiring.

All the phantom knights who have undergone special mystical transformations have declared that in addition to being loyal to His Majesty the Demon King and the Elronds of the Kingdoms, they only accept the jurisdiction of "that Highness".

The 'his highness' they were referring to was naturally not the beloved and harmless young prince Ostolfo, but rather the masked prince whose real name was still unknown but who was rumored to be the fiancé of the current Demon King.

That prince is not only well-known among the people for his equal rescue efforts for everyone after the last disaster.

According to unreliable news, he personally killed the rebellious Apocalypse-level Undead Puppet and the Fourth-Tier Crown Mage, and even went on to repel the evil god's arrival.

No mage with a clear mind would take the initiative to provoke such a being.

Therefore, the necromancers looked at Khayon with a mixture of fear and contempt, some of which suggested, "You kid actually relied on outsiders to run for the position of chief researcher at the school. You are no longer an ordinary scoundrel. You must be severely punished!"

But Kayang was not afraid of the barking of this prodigal dog at all, and stood in the middle of the field with an arrogant attitude.

Generally, when a master runs for research chief, he or she will often convince others to participate in his or her research direction by showcasing his or her own research results, which often include paper presentations and results displays.

But to defeat a pragmatic faction like the School of Undead, the demonstration of results is often more convincing than a paper presentation, and that is what Khayon is doing now.

After saying, "I'm not targeting anyone here...", most of the other mages who were planning to run for the election showed annoyed expressions.

Soon someone rolled up his sleeves and decided to use his research results to educate this boaster who had learned some strange tricks from abroad and had become ignorant of the world!

"Isn't it just a re-armored skeleton? What's there to brag about? I've also done research in this area!"

As he spoke, the wizard activated the undead puppet he had brought with him to demonstrate his achievements.

It was an improved undead puppet based on the traditional undead puppet - the Skeleton Warrior, which further reduced the cost while retaining its combat effectiveness as much as possible.

Its height is several times that of a metal skeleton, reaching more than three meters, but it is very flexible in movement, and it is obvious that its body is made of lightweight bone material.

The overall appearance looks like a six-armed skeleton soldier wearing thick bone armor, wielding four sharp melee weapons and a longbow. It can be said to be a highly adaptable soldier that can fight in both long-range and melee combat.

"Cheap, efficient, and highly adaptable—that's what an undead puppet should be. Don't bring out that stitched-together monster of yours and embarrass yourself." The young mage who was left said confidently:

"Oh? Really?" Ka Yang raised his eyebrows and stretched out the ending of his words. Just an ordinary rhetorical question made his opponent so angry that the veins on his neck bulged and his eyes became as red as a rabbit.

Then, the battle began.

In just one second, the heavy alloy bullet fired from the pitch-black barrel easily pierced the head of the improved skeleton warrior.

This looked serious, but to the undead puppet it was only a minor loss not even a superficial wound, so much so that the young wizard who was left couldn't help but sneer.

"Having a skeleton holding a gun? I admit, it's pretty amusing as an election sideshow."

"Don't be impatient. The changes of the times are not as simple as they seem."

As he spoke, Khayon raised his arm and took off the black leather gloves he had been wearing.

What appeared before everyone's eyes afterwards was a metal bone hand wrapped in complex brass gears and a large number of mechanical structures.

As he turned a silver lever on the forearm of the mechanical prosthetic limb, the eyes of the metal skull immediately flashed with astonishingly bright green flames, and thick white steam spurted high up along the pipe like a fountain.

Magical power surged around Khayang, and without anyone else knowing, he had become a third-level mage!

But this was not enough to attract the attention of other mages. What surprised them even more was that a shocking roar came from the chest of the metal puppet.

For a moment, they seemed to feel that the layer of armor was not a protection but a restraint, restraining the monster hidden inside so that it would not rush out of the cage directly!

"What on earth is that!?!" A wizard couldn't help but stand up and ask loudly.

"Nothing?" Khayon continued lightly:

"It's just a dead soul."

Then, he added silently in his heart:

It just uses the flesh and blood of a ritual monster and a drop of blood mixed with someone's magic power as a medium.

As for whether it can be mass-produced in the future?

Hey, once I become the chief, I will naturally come up with a new type of puppet that can be mass-produced. Well, I'll talk about it after I become the chief...

While chatting and laughing, the modified skeleton warrior, who was more than three meters tall, had already used all the weapons held in his six arms to attack.

Sharp, heavy, various weapons chopped against the metal skeleton, but those seemingly slender limbs and external armor were much stronger than they appeared.

The clanging of the falling weapons had no effect at all, like a naughty child trying to shake a towering tree rooted in the earth.

Apart from some negligible scratches, the metal skeleton didn't even retreat a single step.

The body shapes of the two sides are exactly opposite.

"I have to admit one thing."

Accompanied by the clanging sound of iron, Ka Yang said in his unique sweet voice:

"As a sideshow to the election, it's really entertaining."

The young wizard on the opposite side was so angry that his hands were shaking, but he continued to adjust the control spell, trying to find an opportunity to defeat the metal puppet.

At this time, Ka Yang added slowly.

"But this farce should end."

He raised his hand and turned a knob on the metal prosthesis slightly to a certain angle.

"Undead Warrior, 15% limited release."

What happened next was so brutal that even the undead could not bear to watch it.

The metal skeleton, spewing white steam from many parts of its body, instantly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The speed it unleashed at that moment was astonishing! It was already approaching the level of a third-tier combat professional!

Without relying on the advantage of weapons, like an unstoppable tsunami, the metal skeleton directly swung the battle axe fixed under the muzzle, cutting the improved skeleton warrior into two like cutting a watermelon.

This is not over yet. Before the broken body hits the ground, the rapidly dancing axe blade starts again like a cutting machine.

It completely crushed the opponent's remains in the air, and some of the flying bones even fell near the audience seats, causing exclamations.

The young wizard who was the challenger was as pale as snow and looked like a dead person.

When the scene returned to silence, Khayon slowly walked up to the metal skeleton that had stopped moving.

In the dead silence, he smiled and opened his arms to all the necromancers present.

"Now, I will be the chief."

"Who is in favor? Who is against?"

Chapter 61: Unexpected Interlude