Chapter 110: 78. July 17th_Number 2
Translator: 549690339
Sergeant Mars said, flexing his fingers:
“Based on these clues, Divisional Intelligence Unit Three carried out many simulation experiments and concluded that the unknown undead creatures were short, not exceeding 1.2 meters in height, with lean bodies, quick and silent. They use a sharp weapon.”
“About the crushed internal organs, Divisional Intelligence Unit Three conjectured that these unknown undead creatures had a taste for internal organs. Their mouths would be straw-shaped, only able to suck in liquid food and unable to chew. That’s why they grind the organs into pulp, rather than swallowing them.”
“Divisional Intelligence Unit Three has termed these undead creatures ‘Spectral Rippers’ for the time being.”
The three new recruits swallowed hard. The brutal methods and disgusting habits of the Spectral Rippers made them somewhat fearful.
Sergeant Mars solemnly warned:
“The suggestion from Divisional Intelligence Unit Three is to avoid venturing out alone. As far as we know, all military officers who have encountered the Spectral Ripper have died. There is no survivor. Those who died in their hands were acting alone. This suggests that the individual strength of the Spectral Ripper is not strong, they usually attack those who are alone. If you encounter them, you must raise the alarm immediately, understood?”
“Yes, sir.” Everyone nodded in response.
“Good, now that the most urgent matter has been addressed, let’s get into some basic knowledge.”
Sergeant Mars withdrew his document, tucked it away, and started chatting with his teammates about Grave No. 717.
It was a medium-sized underground tomb with five levels underground.
Its underground layout was quite unique.
The first to third underground levels were interconnected and could be reached directly by the stairs.
However, between the third and fourth underground levels, there was a naturally formed underground river. The army must cross the river before reaching the entrance to the fourth underground level on the opposite bank.
The fourth and fifth underground levels were interconnected and had staircases.
Thales’ army would set up a frontline camp next to the underground river.
The primary task of the Alvin army was to guard the temporary bridge spanning the underground river.
This was not an easy job.
Sergeant Mars paused for a moment and said in a deep voice:
“Fellows, I have to tell you.”
Everyone listened attentively.
“That underground river serves as an internal canal for the Undead Cult. If we are unlucky, we may encounter the underground fleet of the Undead Cult.” Noland Lee raised an eyebrow at the news.
He initially assumed that the underground river would only be a few meters wide. It was only at this point that he realized it was a broad river.
If it could accommodate a fleet, the river had to be at least twenty meters wide, right?
Sergeant Mike Adams couldn’t help but ask:
“Sir, does the Undead Cult have a fleet? What do they need to transport by boat? Corpse? Bones? Or stone bricks for constructing buildings of death?” Sergeant Mars gave a slight nod:
“Yes, you’re right, Mike. Generally speaking, the Undead fleet we may encounter on the underground river is a cargo ship transporting supplies. The goods on board are likely dirty things like rotten meat and bones. Their guard strength is not very high. But this is not absolute.”
Sergeant Mars said gloomily:
“If our luck is extremely bad, then the most difficult situation will arise.”
He raised a finger and added emphasis:
“A cult fleet. This kind of fleet is the most dangerous among all fleets. The cult is the armed force of the Undead Cult, composed of at least one intermediate
Death Priest, three lower-level priests, and more than a dozen Undead Monks. There are also a large number of undead creatures on the ship. If we encounter such a fleet, we must retreat immediately. This is Lieutenant Sterling’s order.” A gasp echoed in the room.
The three new recruits clamped their mouths shut, clenching their firearms with white-tipped fingers.
Sergeant Mike Adams frowned and looked at his own thigh, as if foreseeing his leg being broken again.
No wonder they were so shocked, the words of Mars were just too astonishing.
The strength of an intermediate Death Priest corresponds to a third-order extraordinary among humans.
A lower-level Death Priest corresponds to a second-order extraordinary.
Undead monks can transform into intermediate undead troops, corresponding to first-order extraordinary.
In Tomb No.1079, the assassin of the Death Herald Guild, disguised as Sin
Soldier No. 039, was transformed into an Undead Monk by an intermediate Death Priest, thereby acquiring the extraordinary ability to transform into cavern evil spiders.
A religious group formed by Death Priests, Undead Monks, and undead troops is equivalent to an army in human kingdoms.
As long as it’s an Undead Cult, there must be an intermediate Death Priest, that is, a third-level extraordinary of the Undead Cult. This is a higher-level existence than Lieutenant Sterling, who is a second-order “Imperial Fist”. So immediate retreat is the most reasonable choice.
Noland Lee seemed calm in the face of these messages.
The “Undead Cult” that Mars mention has appeared in the books in the reading room.
Noland had read these content when he was vaccinated with the strengthening potion in the medical department, so he was prepared in his heart.
“Alright, chaps. This is the basic knowledge you need to know. Encountering an undead cult is the most extreme situation. In our legion, there are few armies that can see the undead cult throughout the year. We shouldn’t be that unlucky.”
Sergeant Mars clapped his hands and ended this topic..
