"Plop... Plop... plop..."

I looked at the continuously beating gray stone in my hands.

I knew that this was probably the stone golem's heart (core) .

With sufficient magic crystal stones as energy sources, Regulus quickly regained his power and killed this stone golem who was courting death.

Strangely enough, after the stone man was killed, all the stones on his body fell apart.

The only thing he could find on its body was a gray stone that kept jumping.

What was this thing?

He had been busy running for his life or was awestruck by the magic crystal stones in the cave before. He did not have the time to see what this stone man was.

Now that he had solved all the problems, he had time to investiagte the origin of this stone man.

[ Records of The Nolan Continent ] : There are many kinds of minerals in the mountains, and the minerals must form a vein. The vein has a spirit to prevent itself from being mined. It will form a race called mountain giants in the vein.

Mountain Giants: The guardian spirit formed by the vein to protect itself. They are extremely powerful, destructive, and short-tempered. They are powered by a mountain heart, and their bodies can reach a height of over 40 meters...

... It seems that the stone man from before has yet to fully develop.

However, it is true that he is short-tempered.

He actually spent an hour chasing after me just for a single sentence.

Looking at the continuously beating mountain heart in my hand, I know what kind of undead I should create this time.

I wanted to create an undead that was similar to the knight king, or even more powerful.

Gargoyles! ! !

This was the new content I saw on [ Necromancer, Research notes ] after I became a high-level necromancer.

Using the heart of an earth-type magical creature as the drive and combine all sorts of materials to create an undead.

It was a type of moving gargoyle that looked like a demon or bat. Not only did it have powerful defense and strength, but it could also cast stone skin spells, making it immune to most spell damage.

Most importantly, it had wings and could fly.

It went from being a cavalry to being a flying soldier.

Not only did it possess all the original attributes of the Knight King, some of its functions were far beyond that.

It was simply the Knight King 2.0, a brand new and upgraded version.

Before making the Gargoyle, I still needed to prepare some necessary materials.

Those materials had been lost during the pursuit of the light magister.

Thus, I needed to use the magic crystal stones in front of me as a sacrifice. I needed to make a deal with some people from the underworld in exchange for some necessary materials.

"Dong Dong Dong..."

I knocked down some of the magic crystal stones in the cave and arranged some complicated patterns. These patterns were very similar to the ones recorded in Solomon's treasure.

This was a magic array that was used to communicate with certain existences in the underworld.

The people I traded with were very casual. It could even be said that as long as they were willing to respond, they would be the people I traded with.

I placed a large pile of magic crystal stones on one side of the magic array and used it as a sacrifice or a bargaining chip for the impending trade.

Five minutes later, I looked at the completed set-up and nodded, then wiped the sweat off my forehead.

I looked at Regulus, who was standing next to me like a wooden stake.

I felt a wave of anger in my heart.

'Damn it, this guy is sometimes quite clever, and sometimes too stupid. When he was running for his life, he knows to remind me where there's a path. When I'm working, he just stands there like a wooden stake...'

'I don't know if his brain really hasn't been fixed yet.'

"Give it to me." I snappily grabbed the magic wand in his hand and prepared to cast a spell.

I raised the magic wand in my hand, aimed it at the magic array before me and began to slowly pour magic power into it.

I kept muttering:"! #@!@# ... (great rulers of the underworld, please respond to the voice you hear. I've prepared a large number of sacrifices here as a gift. I hope that a great being will cast his gaze here...)"

"Who is whispering in my ear? What do you want..."

I chanted the incantation for dozens of minutes. Just when I thought that no one would respond to this transaction, a deep voice sounded in my ear.

After hearing that my transaction request had finally received a response, I revealed a happy expression.

I was afraid that the owner of this voice would leave, so I hurriedly replied.

"Respected ruler of the underworld, I am the one who is summoning you. I wish to use these magic crystal stones filled with energy as sacrifices to exchange for some underworld materials."

Afterwards, I felt a wave of energy that appeared out of nowhere sweep across this room.

It was as if he felt the tremendous amount of energy contained within those magic crystal stones.

The deep voice sounded once again.

"I can sense your sincerity. What do you wish to exchange for?"

Upon hearing this, I hurriedly listed out the materials I had long since thought of.

"Great being, I wish to exchange for some high-level demon blood."

The owner of the deep voice felt that it was quite acceptable.

"Mm, it's fine. What else!"

"I also wish for a pair of adult dark griffin wings..."

This time, the owner of the voice hesitated for a moment before replying.

"That's fine."

"A five-ton piece of hell obsidian..."

"..."

"I would also like to ask your great existence to soak this stone sword in hell spring water once to make it sharper and sturdier..."

After a full ten minutes, there wasn't the slightest response.

"It's not enough. You don't have enough magic crystals."

Just when I thought that this transaction had failed, a deep voice finally sounded.

Hearing this voice, I heaved a sigh of relief.

Wasn't it just that the amount wasn't enough? I still had a lot of magic crystals this time.

I was just afraid that you would run away and end the transaction.

From the side, I picked up another pile of magic crystals and placed them on the sacrificial offering.

I asked in the air.

"This should be enough, right?"

Five minutes, ten minutes... There was still no response.

I frowned as I thought, 'could it be that this fellow has run away again?'?

At this moment, the voice sounded once again.

"... It's enough."

I felt his (her) gaze sweep past me. Then, the sacrificial offering on the side disappeared, and what appeared next was the item I had just traded.

The trade was over.

The owner of the voice also disappeared.

However, before it disappeared, a tiny voice seemed to ring out from the surroundings.

"An interesting existence, you're actually not..."

I didn't hear this voice. I only looked at the precious materials scattered all over the ground, and my heart was filled with ecstasy.

This was because if I were to slowly collect these materials myself, I didn't know how much effort and time I would need to spend.

As expected, the real boss of the game was players who spent money.

Only by topping up could one experience the true happiness of the game.

The joy of the wealthy is not something you can even fathom...