Six hours later, Li Qinwu revived in the bedroom aboard the Fortune. The instant he opened his eyes, a sharp pang of heartache hit him.
"Fuck! I lost my Inquisitor's Set!"
He sprang from the bed, his dick swinging as he paced around the cabin.
The Inquisitor's Set was his best-looking and finest armor, and it was also impossible to replicate or mass-produce.
Losing that set hurt him deeply.
Li Qinwu went to the wardrobe, picked out a standard Mortal Power Armor set, and put it on while muttering to himself.
"No, the Inquisitor's Set should still be where I died. I have to go back in and recover it immediately!"
But after putting on the Power Armor, he found himself in a difficult position again.
The Armory now contained not only a revived Nether Knight, but also countless Fossil Zombies.
The Fossil Zombies' entire bodies had fused with Wraithbone. They were incredibly tough, like stone men that could run.
Lasguns and Logging Guns with smaller calibers might not be able to shatter them. He would probably need an Autocannon of forty millimeters or above to smash them easily.
And even shattering them would be useless. As long as the Nether Knight remained, some kind of force would keep restoring them.
This was troublesome. Originally, Li Qinwu could have opened a Portal after entering the instance and sent his soldiers into the Armory to gang up on and beat the Nether Knight to death.
But with those fossil monsters around, even elite soldiers in Power Armor might not be able to handle them, unless he deployed Fleet Iron Guards equipped with large-caliber weapons.
Yet the fossil monsters and the Nether Knight complemented each other and provided mutual support, making them extremely difficult to deal with.
"If only I had some