It was easy to come to the cemetery, but the result was very disappointing.

Due to the tense land use situation, more than half of the deceased were cremated and now they have turned into a pile of ashes. How can they still be summoned as skeleton soldiers?

Most of the remaining half were born in their seventies and eighties, and when they passed away, the family was prosperous with no resentment at all.

Bones without resentment are like firewood, and even the most outstanding necromancer should not want to summon them up for rebirth.

There are also many young people who died in a car accident in an instant, without even knowing what was going on and without any resentment at all.

In the end, I found a guy who was a serious criminal. The mastermind of thirteen consecutive robberies, murders, and rape cases was shot and killed, but his bones were well preserved.

He Ruozhi thought for a moment and decided not to summon this guy.

This low-level guy, once summoned and unable to dispel their previous grievances, will definitely kill again.

There is no airtight wall in the world. Once there is a "skeleton monster killing incident", let alone the police. The Church of Light will also quickly come and find itself by following the example of the people.

Such a dangerous thing cannot be done, let alone a single skeleton soldier who cannot play a decisive role.

He Ruozhi sighed and imagined that it was too difficult to find resentful bones in society today. Large scale skeleton soldiers can only be found on the battlefield.

But where is the battlefield?

If the tomb collector had come out at this moment, he might have mistaken He Ruozhi for a living skeleton that had just emerged from the coffin.

He Ruozhi chuckled bitterly and casually absorbed some of the spirit of the deceased before leaving the cemetery.

It's still early now. He Ruozhi doesn't want to go home so early. You should know that these days, he has been sleeping at home all day, but at night, he is extremely awake.

After a moment of thought, He Ruozhi arrived at a garbage dump located in the same suburban area.

The main discarded items in this abandoned site are metal products, including various mechanical products such as scrapped cars.

Under the night, scrapped cars piled up one after another, forming a small mountain that looked coldly at the earth like a black giant beast.

Previously, He Ruozhi often came here.

Because studying mechanical maintenance in school requires some practical opportunities.

He is also familiar with the old man Zhang who is in charge here. The old man usually allows him to choose his favorite discarded parts for free, while He Ruozhi repairs something like a TV for free and gives it to the old man.

Grandpa Zhang

Old Zhang had already fallen asleep and said in some surprise, "Why did Xiao Zhi come so late today

Um, I'll go in and take a look

Go on, go on, be careful and be safe! "Old Zhang muttered as he lay down.

He Ruozhi nodded and tiptoed through the gate, following the path into the garbage dump.

Due to the fact that the waste is piled up into small hills, the structure is very unstable. Several times, He Ruozhi was almost buried alive by the collapsed garbage mountain.

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But of course there is no such problem now.

He Ruozhiang stood tall on the top of the highest garbage mountain and gazed around the silent wasteland, taking a deep breath.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable force, as if facing the White Bone City in the dark and hopeless realm.

It seems that countless unwilling souls are roaring, panting, struggling, and howling.

What's going on here?

He Ruozhi closed his eyes and slowly released the dark elements inside his body, quietly sensing the breath coming from all directions.

He could be certain that this was a power very similar to the aura of the undead, but with some subtle differences. Strangely, there were not many corpses around him - only thousands of corpses could cause such strong resentment.

He Ruozhi couldn't help but tremble at the thought of a possibility.

He knelt down on one knee and felt the metal garbage under his feet with one hand. The strong sense immediately resonated with the dark forces in his heart from the palm of his hand.

Not bad, powerful grievances are not about human corpses, but about the "corpses" of cars, motorcycles, televisions, computers, and metal waste!

These metal products were still living machines not long ago, with exquisite and perfect gears, circuits, and bearings that can swing quickly and display lifelike images.

How much joy people have found in them and how much emotion they have invested in these mechanical bodies.

These emotions slowly settle down and become the life of the mechanical body itself.

After they were abandoned by humans, these pitiful machines could only silently wait to cry with voices that humans could not hear. Their fate was to enter the scorching steel furnace and be melted back into red molten steel, completely ending their existence.

This is the fate of mechanical bodies.

He Ruozhi completely heard the prayers of many scrapped machines, heard their grievances, and their powerful grievances mixed together to form an incredibly strong magnetic field.

He Ruozhi had a thought - perhaps he could use metal products to replace human bones and create a new generation of metal skeleton soldiers?

This idea suddenly excited He Ruozhi. It should be noted that in the era of the universe, mechanical bodies often stood at the forefront of war and received the maximum intensity of attack, so the resentment inside metal bodies was definitely stronger than that of humans.

For example, a soldier in a warship may never have seen the enemy in his lifetime. His usual job is just to press a button - such a soldier, even if killed in battle, cannot transform into a too fierce skeleton soldier.

And the mechanical body is different. As long as it can summon successful light, its level of solidity has been improved several levels compared to skeletal and skeletal soldiers.

Just say it and do it. He Ruozhi silently took a few breaths and then began to meditate on the summoning technique contained in "Magic Language" in his mind, collecting grievances from all directions.

A wonderful thing has happened!

A purple mist suddenly rose from the scrapped cars in all directions, looking like some fireflies. These "fireflies", under the call of He Ruozhi's incantation, were all circling around his body, gradually merging into huge light clusters until only one was left.

He Ruozhi sighed that he knew that these scrapped vehicles were not war machines or, in human terms, virtuous people who were obedient to the law, could not contain much resentment.

The more resentment you have, the stronger the skeleton soldiers you summon. However, He Ruozhi has never summoned a mechanical skeleton soldier before, so he has no idea what he will summon.

With a wave of purple light, He Ruozhi immediately flew out like electricity, searching for the most suitable body for parasitism among so many waste machinery in the garbage dump.

He Ruozhi quickly followed behind with a light shout.

The purple light finally landed between two pieces of garbage, like a huge magnet that sucked up all the small parts on the ground.

There seemed to be an invisible pair of palms that slowly combined these parts into the shape of hands, feet, and head.

He Ruozhi quietly followed behind and couldn't help but frown at the moment. He saw that the mechanical skeleton soldier had completely sucked in the purple light inside his body, and the light had disappeared in a blink of an eye. Only one pair of small eyes still contained two flickering flames.

It looks like a mechanical crocodile!

He Ruozhi became angry and knew that the grievances here were not enough, but he didn't expect such a useless thing to be summoned!

He Ruozhi had originally thought that if he had the opportunity to obtain some abandoned armed mecha in the future, he could make a "undead mecha army" to compete with the Church of Light.

How much resentment does it take to summon such a massive undead mecha army now!

The metal crocodile cleverly crawled towards its owner, climbing all the way up from He Ruozhi's trouser legs and finally reaching his shoulder.

The little crocodile made a very gentle hissing sound.

He Ruozhi sighed and said, "Forget it. After all, it's the first time I've used the mechanical skeleton summoning technique. It's also great to have such a little guy. Let me think about it... from now on, will you call him Abu

Abu happily rolled over and danced with his belly in the air after being named by his master.

But thanks to its small size, otherwise He Ruozhi wouldn't know where to put it.

I just don't know what this thing is eating. Those legitimate skeleton soldiers are all sucking the grievances of corpses or living people to survive this Abu

He Ruozhi was about to ask that the metal alligator had climbed to the ground, picked up a screw, and put it into his mouth to chew.

He Ruozhi was dumbfounded.

Are you... actually eating metal directly