I Have A City In An Alternate World

In the following chat, Tang Zhen asked about the information of those powerful worlds in detail. He gradually made up his mind and returned to Holy Dragon City.

He didn't plan to leave before he finished Lou Cheng's tempering. After all, there were still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

After returning to loucheng, Tang Zhen inquired about the progress of the war in the corpse World and found that the cultivators in loucheng had already reached the area controlled by the spirit-brain corpse King.

Including the bone-corroding corpse King, four out of the eight great corpse Kings of the corpse race world had already been captured by the Holy Dragon City. The cultivators of the corpse race that belonged to them all fled at the mere sight of it.

According to the development of this situation, it was estimated that it would not take long to reach the cave that the bone-corroding corpse King had mentioned and obtain the origin of the corpse race world.

To the current Holy Dragon City, the strength of the undead world could only be considered average. It was only a matter of time before they obtained the final victory.

However, there was one thing that made Tang Zhen feel puzzled. From the beginning of the invasion until now, The Spiritual Brain Zombie King had not shown itself, and no one knew where it was hiding.

Tang Zhen had always been wary of this fellow who had once invaded the world of loucheng. There was no need to mention the other party's ability since he was able to enter the world of loucheng through another strange path.

However, what Tang Zhen was most worried about was that he would give up everything he had and think of a way to sneak into the world of loucheng. In this case, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack if Tang Zhen wanted to search again.

For a cultivator who was obsessed with research, doing this was easy. Not to mention that the spirit brain corpse King's original goal was to leave the corpse race world. Now that the Holy Dragon City launched an invasion, it just happened to provide a heaven-sent opportunity.

Tang Zhen would never believe that the spirit brain corpse King didn't take advantage of this opportunity to cause trouble.

At the thought of this, Tang Zhen ordered to strengthen the defense of the plane channel again to prevent the spiritual-brain corpse King from sneaking into the tower world.

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At the entrance of the corpse race's world, the huge city Tower was still standing proudly. All kinds of defensive weapons were activated, completely sealing off the plane's channel. Anyone who passed through here without permission would be attacked by powerful firepower.

As the war continued, there would be cultivators and cars passing by every day to transport the harvested materials back to the Holy Dragon City.

About twenty kilometers away, there was a huge mine. It contained an extremely rare metal that Holy Dragon City had immediately started mining after discovering.

In addition to all kinds of vehicles and machinery, there were also a large number of zombie captives in the mine, engaged in heavy mining work all day long.

Although they had to work from morning to night every day, these corpse race prisoners of war didn't have many complaints. There were even very few people who fled from this place after scanning the map.

The reason for this was that they could obtain food full of vitality here. At the same time, because they were close to the plane's channel, the death aura in this area had been gradually driven away, and the natural environment had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The undead race captives who were affected by the death energy lived in such an environment all day long and naturally benefited a lot. Unconsciously, their appearance had become more and more normal.

It could be said that the heavy work didn't make the corpse race captives feel tired, but instead, they became more and more energetic, and the pain that they had suffered from day to night gradually disappeared.

With these desirable benefits, the corpse race captives wouldn't easily escape unless they had a problem with their brains.

In the huge mine pit, the prisoners of war smashed the huge rocks into the size of a human head, loaded the trucks, pushed them over to the stone crusher in the distance, and poured them into it.

With the sound of roaring machines, the ores were quickly crushed and then transported by conveyor belts for the prisoners to choose the ores they needed.

After the high-grade ores were selected, they would be transported to the smelting area by the captives. After a series of operations, they could obtain pots of hot metal solutions.

The base of the metal made from the solution would be transported to the Holy Dragon City. After further processing, it would finally become the special metal needed by the Holy Dragon City.

The entire process sounded simple, but to ensure sufficient production, they needed enough manpower.

Invading and plundering a world's resources was not as simple as it seemed. It required planning and cooperation from all aspects in order to obtain the most resources in the shortest amount of time.

This process naturally required a lot of manpower, so every tower would try their best to get the natives to work for them. After all, their purpose was only to plunder resources, not to kill.

In the busy mine, a sharp Bell suddenly rang. The undead captives who were working raised their heads and began to put down their work, gathering in the nearby open space.

Under the watch of the fully armed Holy Dragon City cultivators, these corpse race captives were very well-behaved, sitting obediently on the empty ground and waiting for their meal.

It didn't take long for a group of undead captives to come over with large buckets filled with white rice and rich vegetable soup. The alluring aroma of the food made the undead captives drool.

To them, these ordinary foods were comparable to heavenly treasures with magical effects. No matter how much they ate, they would never get enough.

"Everyone, line up. No need to fight. If that guy dares to make trouble, I'll break his legs!"

The ones responsible for distributing the food were also some undead race captives. Because of their excellent performance, they were assigned to this lucrative job. Compared to the captives who had a limited supply of food, they could naturally secretly keep more food to fill their stomachs.

The captives who had been waiting for a long time immediately formed a long line, filled wooden plates with rice, food, and soup, sat on the ground and began to wolf down the food.

Among the crowd, two corpse race captives sat together. One of them was nearly three meters tall and had a fierce expression. The other captive looked old and had unhealed wounds on his body. Because he was saved by a strong captive when he was bullied, the two of them had been together.

this food tastes really good, " the robust captive said. it's just that there's too little. It's not enough to fill my stomach!

The old captive named old Wu shook his head and said, " "It's good enough that I let you eat it. Why do you have so much nonsense to say?"

The robust captive finished his meal in a few mouthfuls and sighed, " I hope this war will last longer and I'll eat more prison food. That way, I can get rid of all the death energy in my body!

Old Wu shook his head and said in a low voice, " actually, you should be more worried about how Holy Dragon City will deal with us after the war is over. They won't kill us all, right? "

When the surrounding corpse race captives heard this, a trace of confusion flashed through their eyes. It was obvious that they were also very concerned about this issue and had been on edge all day long.

During this period, there were naturally some captives who tried to escape. However, the entire mine had been surrounded by an inescapable net, and the corpse race captives were also wearing special shackles, so it was no different from a fool's dream to escape.

Those who didn't listen to the advice all died on the way to escape. More and more dried corpses hung around the mine, finally scaring off the captives who tried to escape.

If they stayed here obediently, they might be able to live for a while longer, but if they overestimated themselves and tried to escape, they would really not be far from death!

The meal time was not long, and the rest time was only about 20 minutes. Then, the corpse race prisoners began to repeat the previous work until the sun set.

Standing up numbly, the corpse clan captives repeated their previous work, and the mine became noisy again.

No one noticed that when the corpse race captive named old Wu got up, he secretly glanced at the building in the distance and a faint smile appeared on his face.