In Qiankun, power props are an interesting concept. To put it simply, everything that is linked to power is called power props. They include everything from consumables (skill books for army skills), siege and defense equipment (catapults, ballistas), and faction equipment (magic cannon "Call of the Dead").

Under the rules of the system, power items can only belong to the forces and cannot be owned by individuals. Individuals can only get the right to use the power items at the limit, and once they leave the faction, they can no longer use the power items of that faction.

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"Everyone get out of the way, all the non-necromantic creatures present please wear 'necromantic masks', or else you will bear the consequences!" Brian declared solemnly.

In addition to Wumu, who is in charge of the city lord's mansion and is responsible for the operation of the city monitoring system, everyone is gathering in the handicraft workshop at this time. Strom and Fermat stood in front of the workbench, ready for battle. A "natural disaster flag" was placed on the workbench, and countless resentful spirits shouted and wept on the flag.

Qingyi checks that Clavisoer is wearing a mask (Suo'er is his direct blood relative, so it doesn't matter if she doesn't wear a mask; Anigil's situation is special, and there is no need for a "necromantic mask"), and only then did he come to the stage. He cracked his ribs with both hands, crunched his chest open, and reached in to pick at it. Dig. He dug very carefully and meticulously, and his finger bones touched his chest without leaving an inch, and then he withdrew his palm. A fist-sized mass of black blood hovered over his palm. As soon as this blood ball appeared, it exuded a powerful and undisguised coercion, which not only made all the necromantic creatures in the Dusk Empire jealous, but also forced them to fall to their knees.

Frankie was the first to prostrate on the ground, followed by Walterpole, Naf, Jont and others, all of whom fell to their knees in unison, not daring to raise their heads. Except for the two in front of the workbench, the only ones who were still standing were Su'er and Brian. As a mid-level necromantic creature, Brian was under too much pressure, causing countless tiny lines to crack its bones, but even then he refused to kneel.

"Your Majesty, I won't be able to hold out for long......" Stram said with difficulty. He was almost crushed by the momentum and lay on the workbench, and the screws nailed into his head burst out one by one, emitting a thick dead air.

"Hmph, I'm a man who stands up to the sky, so I'm not as useless as you as a bookworm!" Fermat gritted his teeth and recklessly. He had already tenoned his waist to the workbench so that he would not be overwhelmed by the Bone Tyrant's momentum.

Taking a deep look at Brian, Qingyi approached the workbench and pressed the blood ball on the "Scourge Banner". There was a piercing tearing sound on the flag, and countless cracks opened and closed, like hungry little guys. As the flag swells and rolls, the rifts scramble for the "vile blood", a sight that makes Qingyi think he is in some school of piranhas in the Amazon River.

"Let's go!"

Fermat roared and smashed a hammer on the flagpole, breaking several bone spurs. The banner was agitated, but he was too busy devouring the "vile blood" to give up his backlash against Fermat and use a few screams to intimidate. Fermat slammed hammer after hammer, smashing the flagpole much smoother. Strom took the pre-mixed solution and poured it on the part where Fermat had smashed it. In the black smoke, the flagpole became smooth and smooth, and the whole was straight and slender, like a white jade bamboo pole. The two rivals worked together seamlessly, perhaps neither of them expected it.

"The hammer can't be too strong. Yes, that's all. Lord Stroum, remember to take care of the flagpole joints, and the cracks must also be drizzled with solution. Everything must be done before the Banner completely consumes the 'Despicable Blood', or the Banner with the power of the King will wipe out both. Brian was pointing. The sound of broken bones in his body was incessant, but he refused to kneel, but sat in a chair like a paralyzed patient.

It was a dangerous transformation, but with the cooperation of the three of them, it was finally completed without danger. With the complete integration of black blood and flag, many subordinates can move freely. Brian almost didn't dissipate.

Qingyi reached out and stroked the "Immortal Army Flag". The flag was quiet, as if cast in iron, a far cry from the noisy "Scourge Banner"; Its black flag is as smooth as satin, and it is charmingly reflective in the light, showing silkiness; A skull with a crown on the flag is quite conspicuous, as if to announce to everyone that it has appeared according to the will of the king.

"This ......," Qingyi sighed, "It's just a pirate flag......"

Immortal Banner: Based on the "Banner of Natural Calamity", it condenses the "despicable blood" of the Necromantic King, and is a military banner that can only be waved by the Immortal, and wherever it goes, it is the territory of the Necromantic King. The military flag, physical attack 200-280, magic attack 100-120, with the flag as the center, forms a necromantic paradise within a radius of 5,000 meters. Consumes 1 soul per second when equipped. Comes with [In the name of the king?] Fanatical worship], with [In the name of the king? Announcement of the Despicable], with its own [Soul Force Field? The Spirit of the Army]. Soul Gear. In attack speed, the weight is 95 and the durability is 100%. Requires 80 points of strength. Require the faction to belong to the necromantic force. Bind after equipping. When used in a campaign, it can be used to bind an army. Not dropped, not tradable.

In the name of the king? Cult of Enthusiasm] The Immortal Banner greatly increases the combat power of necromantic creatures. When binding an army, the army's army skill level is +1 and the cooldown is reduced by 15%.

In the name of the king? Despicable Person's Notice] Where the Immortal Banner is, the army passes unimpeded. When bound to an army, the necromantic creature will not be an enemy and will have a 50% chance to surrender (if the enemy also has the "Banner of Immortality", the effect will be canceled out in pairs). Dead creatures on the battlefield will be transformed into necro creatures, depending on the strength of the transformed object, with a transformation time of 1-30 seconds.

[Soul Force Field? The holder of the Immortal Banner is temporarily equivalent to the Necromantic King, and when he coexists with the bound army, he can be affected by the military soul, and the soul fire will be more powerful. Necro creatures in each army give the wielder a 5% increase in the maximum amount of soul (7% for intermediate, 10% for advanced, 15% for heroic, up to 200%). Soul magic gains a 1% bonus (up to a maximum of 100%).

Although it is based on the "Banner of Natural Calamity", the "Immortal Banner" is more than twice as strong as the "Banner of Natural Disaster"? Not to mention that the wielder can get twice as many soul points, even the army will become an invincible iron army, and defeating this army head-on is undoubtedly a fool's dream.

"Frankie, Naf. Listen up, you two, whoever is the first to be promoted to the hero level will be able to hold this 'Immortal Banner'. After reading the attributes of the flag, Qingyi said solemnly to the two subordinates.

The female knight and the big dog glanced at each other, and their eyes sparked in the air.

"Let's all do our own thing, Xiaowei and Brian come with me."

Brian dragged his broken body and followed without complaint. The more Qingyi observed him, the more he felt that he was not ordinary. Skeleton soldiers are the lowest-level class of necromantic creatures, they have no intelligence, and there is only one in ten thousand who can master [Read], and Brian can still advance?! And this grassroots subordinate actually has a self-esteem that is impossible for a mid-level necromantic creature to have, refusing to kneel to the "despicable blood"?

When he came to the corridor, Qingyi explained to Brian as he walked, "We got the 'Fragment of the World Tree' from the Blood Elves. In order to suppress Jack of the Thousand Colored Flowers, Vicky tried to transplant the fragments to the Tree of Withered last night, but unfortunately no matter what she did, there was no response. I think you might be able to find the answer. ”

"Are we going to the Tree of Withering?" Brian stood still and shook his head, "I don't think we need to go." ”

"Why? Are you questioning my abilities? Although I am good at diplomacy, I am also a qualified breeder, and when it comes to the knowledge of demonic plants, you can't multiply the two as much as me. Clavisoll frowned and looked very good, and people couldn't help but want to be angry with her and look at her a few more times.

Brian said in a calm tone, "I didn't mean to question your abilities. Theoretically, it is indeed possible, as the World Tree is the most powerful plant in this plane, and can completely suppress Jack of the Thousand Flowers...... But on the contrary, theoretically it is impossible. The World Tree is born in accordance with the laws of the world, and there can only be one World Tree in a world; But the land of the Dusk Empire belongs to this world, and we can't grow a second World Tree, unless the World Tree in the Elven Court dies. ”

"So, we got a completely useless thing?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Clavisol's face instantly turned extremely pale, as if the blood had been secretly drained. She wanted to laugh, but she couldn't, and tears slowly overflowed her eyes.

Qingyi was a little disappointed at first, but immediately patted Clavisoer's arm and said, "Don't be disappointed, Xiaowei." If this method doesn't work, why not find another way? 'The god of souls closes a window for you, and at the same time opens a door for you'! With the 'Immortal Banner', it will not be difficult for me to send troops to level the prison! ”

"Your Majesty, you don't blame me? ......," Clavisoll asked weakly.

"What do I blame you for? You didn't do anything wrong. Qingyi shrugged.

"Great! ~I love you the most, Your Majesty! ”

She threw herself on Qingyi all of a sudden, and her tears magically disappeared, and she couldn't figure out whether her sadness just now was true or not. Her eyes were misty, and she murmured to him on the cheek, "Your Majesty, if you are not an adventurer, I'm afraid I will really fall in love with you." ”

Qingyi scolded with a smile: "What are you kidding, go to work, hurry up!" ”

At that moment, a chime pierced his soul.

Bite!

System Prompt: Your subordinate, the Mother of Necromancy, has dissipated, and the ghosts in the force have been temporarily disorganized for three days. Please arrange for your subordinates to be the ghost leader in time.