Within the metallic walls of the Spirit Research Island No.87 a group of Brainy Imps were sitting in runic circles in front of dozens of projections which showed different facilities in the Spirit Research Island No.87.
At this moment, one of the Brainy Imps suddenly jolted as the runic circle under him began to blink furiously.
"What the hell?" He roared furiously as he watched the projection in front of him with utter shock and fury, "Are those fuckers cracked their skulls?! Why are they attacking the entrance?"
Everyone's attention was drawn to this Brainy Imp, and they looked at the projection and saw ten Liches ordering their summoned soldiers to attack the entrance gate.
"Does Aura Dead King send his minions to cause trouble for his majesty since he refused to sell him Advance Unique Life Pills the other day?" One of the Briny Imps muttered in astonishment.
The tension between the Aura Dead King and Spirit Magic Dead King was an open secret between the Dark Beings. Since the Spirit Magic Dead King was in charge of magic research, he had allocated ample life crystals, and all the Dark Alchemists of the Dead Faction were under him.
The supply of Life Pills, which was as potent as 10 Life Crystals, was a holy medicine for the Dark Beings to raise their prowess. A large portion of these Life Pills was allocated to the Aura Dead King because he was in charge of nurturing the Dark Faction forces.
Thereby, the dark beings under the Aura Dead King see the Dark Beings under the Spirit Magic Dead King as their servants, as if they live to serve them. So, there was always a small skirmish between the two dead kings, and Aura Dead King was known for his arrogant and unbearable nature.
That's why the Spirit Magic Dead King always made things difficult for the Aura Dead King.
Now that those powerful liches were attacking the entrance of the Island, they directly connected it to the Aura Dead King since only he was brazened enough to pull something like this.
"Inform the Island Guards. This is not something we can handle. We are just the little controllers. We have nothing to do with the fight. Let's just sit back and watch a good show." A Brainy Imp scoffed with a hint of hatred.
The other imps' impish eyes shimmered with mirth as they all held a grudge towards the Dark Beings since they treated their race like some guard dogs.
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Within a brightly lit hall filled with all kinds of strange equipment and glass tanks filled with bodies of living beings, a midget crimson skeleton with a small purple horn on his forehead, wearing dark lab clothes, was sewing a strange dark skin filled with rune symbols on an elf's chest.
The elf was no longer graceful as there were multiple stitches all over its body, and different color skin patches were sewed over different parts of its body. Even half of his face was a mixture of different skin patches.
Once he was done, he nodded in satisfaction as the white flames in his eye sockets glowed in excitement. He seemed very pleased with his handy work.
Flipping his bony hand, a few crystal needles appeared, and he began to pierce them into the rune symbols on skin patches.
However, right at this moment, a hurried voice rang, "General Thone, we just received words from the controlling that ten liches probably belonged to the Aura Dead King forces are attacking the entrance."
The midget skeleton or General Thone stopped in his tracks, and white flames in his eyes jumped furiously.
"Kill them all and bring back their bones. I happened to lack some good materials." In his raspy voice, he dismissively commanded those words before returning to his experiment.
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At the entrance of the Research Island, 500 skeletons were attacking the entrance gate while the ten liches were maintaining their spells. Each of them had summoned fifty skeleton soldiers.
However, despite their combination of attacks, they only managed to leave some scratches on the huge gate.
Suddenly, sharp voices of cogwheels being shifted rang in the vicinity, and a small section within the giant gate began to slide up and the next moment, two zombies with runes all over their bodies walked out.
"Inferno Blaze!"
"Dark Wind Storm!"
They didn't waste even a second before they released two large area spells; dark winds suddenly covered all the skeleton soldiers and ten liches before black flames began to howl in the winds, making the temperature rise.
However, at this moment, while those two zombies were furiously releasing their magic, an invisible giant figure easily snuck into the opening of the gate without anyone realizing it.
Like a phantom, Jacob quickly crossed the large pathway and appeared within the walls of Research Island.
"Make them self-destruct. We can't let them find out about the puppets, or they might get suspicious too soon." Jacob dismissively issued the command to Autarch.
"Affirmative!" Autarch emotionlessly complied.
Jacob then looked around, and this place looked exactly like a manufacturing plant, so he headed south. Soon, he arrived at a building that appeared to be a storage facility, and he spotted ten zombies patrolling the building.
But he didn't act and observed from a corner. Soon, he saw two small skeletons approaching a zombie standing in front of the door, and the zombie bowed to those two skeletons, opened the door, and let them pass.
'Are those dwarf skeletons from the Midget Wight Race the same race as the Spirit Magic Dead King? They excel in spirit magic and are even more intelligent than the Brainy Imps.' Jacob mused.
Jacob knew the races of the Dead Kings were treated differently from those without a Dead King. It was a hierarchy of the Dead Faction.
A few minutes later, those two Midget Wights appeared again and left the area.
Soon, night fell, and at this time, Jacob had seen four pairs of Midget Wight coming and going in short intervals.
Since he had observed enough and the Hunter's Stealth effect would be double at night, Jacob finally moved.
'Let's see what is in store in this place!'
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