Back at the Ian and threw the skeleton of the golden skeleton into the hangar, Zhang Qifan sat cross-legged in front of Lishen and began to think silently.

How can Lishen’s strength keep up with the growth of his own strength without being eliminated?

Although the power of the electromagnetic cannon is huge, it is also very limited and can easily be restrained. Even bronze lichs like Dallard have the ability to take Houyi's electromagnetic cannon empty-handed, not to mention the Lich Kings, the Undead Saints and the Black Warrior Emperors.

If Zhang Qifan hadn't deliberately given up his body, the Yuanwang naval gun would never have hit him.

When encountering an undead creature of this level, the Electromagnetic Cannon of the God of Wild will have no use, and its slow movement will also become a major defect.

In the past, Zhang Qifan could tolerate this flaw of Lishen because his opponents were ordinary armor and warships and airships with slower movements.

The movements of the God of Wild are already more flexible than many armors, but they are still not as good as those trained humans, let alone those advanced undead creatures.

If this problem cannot be solved, then driving the Lishen out in the future is simply to give the enemy a bigger target, so it is better to possess it directly with the nucleus.

How can we make the movements of Lishen flexible? Zhang Qifan glanced at the bones of the golden skeleton and suddenly a thought popped up in his heart.

...

In a void hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from Dallard territory, countless undead creatures are busy. The void here has been cleared out a space with a diameter of up to 100 kilometers. There is only a circular fortress with a diameter of up to 5,000 meters in the center of the space.

In a void without gravity, many artificial objects that are permanently without movement will tend to be spherical. Dallard's nest is also in this shape.

Countless low-level undead creatures, like ants, continuously transport various steel wrecks to the circular fortress. A hundred kilometers in diameter means that they need to travel about fifty kilometers to the center, and they travel back and forth day and night.

The speed of undead creatures walking in the void is slower than walking on solid ground, with a distance of fifty kilometers. They need to walk for more than twenty hours.

The steel wreckage was transported to the fortress, and some lichs and undead picked and selected, selected suitable shapes, and then pressed on the shell. The black mist transformed from the soul energy quickly eroded the wreckage, blending the wreckage with the shell of the fortress into one.

Inside the fortress, at its center, an engine is running, and a continuous stream of energy is generated and transported out.

But the condition of this engine is really bad. From time to time, the shell will burst out with one or two electric lights or sparks, one or two screws and rivets will pop up, and then the machine will be shut down with a puff.

There are piles of indescribable instruments around the engine. Their degree of destruction looks like piles of garbage. But all of these instruments that can be thrown into the garbage dump are running.

The engine crashed, and the instruments stopped one after another. A lich in a tattered robe raised his head from the pile of instruments.

This lich has clear eyes, and the skeleton is extremely tall. Her skin is covered with bones and her hair is all solid.

He walked to the next side of the engine expressionlessly, twisted the lost screws and rivets back, repaired the damaged areas, and then turned on the engine again.

This engine, which seemed to be possible to fall apart at any time, started up like this.

A soul energy rushed into the fortress at a high speed and shot towards the lich. Just as the soul energy was about to shoot into the lich, the lich suddenly stretched out his hand and blocked the soul energy.

The soul energy hit the lich's hand, exploded into a ball and quickly condensed into a phantom of Dallard. The phantom quickly said: "Aguero, it's me, I'm dead, I was killed by 'humans'. Please help me with revenge. I think you will be very interested in these humans."

After Dallard said that the phantom changed rapidly, and the two armors entered Dallard's territory under the guidance of streamers, changing in the phantom like a movie.

As soon as Aguero saw two armors, a look of fanatic flashed through his clear eyes.

At the first moment, Aguero put his head on the phantom and sucked hard.

At first he didn't know who sent this soul energy, so he wouldn't receive it randomly. There were too many strange and inexplicable attack methods in this world. The guy who didn't keep his cautious enough had long dissipated in the void.

All the information about the two armors was attached by Dallard in this piece of information. The scenes of images swelled in Aguero's soul. When he saw Dallard blocking Houyi's shot with empty hands, Aguero could no longer suppress his excitement and laughed wildly in a hoarse voice.

"Hahaha, technological civilization, electromagnetic cannon, hahaha, it's great, I finally have hope...!"

The image finally transformed into Dallard's appearance: "Help me take revenge, Aguero, I don't know if these humans are what you are looking for. Whether it is, please help me with revenge. I want you to pull out these 'human' souls, throw them into the fire of hell, and suffer forever."

From Dallard's thoughts, Aguero could feel that endless resentment. Indeed, he sat at home all the time, but misfortunes came from heaven, and no one could die with his eyes closed.

Aguero did not comment or even responded to Dallard's thoughts, because it was meaningless. Whether he agreed or not, the dead Dallard would not know, and there was no need to do anything extra.

This message is not forced to bind. Whether to help him or not depends entirely on friendship. Aguero and him are not as close as that.

Obviously, Dallard also knew this, and no one would be willing to offend other powerful beings for him, except Aguero.

Aguero is an alien among undead creatures. He is addicted to technology and has an unusual love for the wreckage of warships. He can do whatever he wants for some kind of intact instruments and equipment.

Those two "humans" obviously have the style of technological civilization. It is what Aguero wants to get and study regardless of everything, so that he knows that such a batch of "things" in his territory will definitely get it at all costs.

Dallard doesn't care whether Aguero will avenge him or not. As long as he kills the humans and grabs their things, he will avenge him.

Aguero did not stop for a moment and flew out of the fortress. His soul let out a scream that resounded throughout the audience. The entire fortress boiled, and countless undead creatures gathered from his position from all directions.
Chapter completed!