"Doesn't this mean..." Realizing this, Sun Fei's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
The Chambord warriors, fully embodying His King's frugal and meticulous approach to the audience, began a massive looting spree. Like rats starving for centuries entering a granary, they frantically plundered and moved everything with incredible efficiency. In less than half an hour, they had emptied the entire hall, even the central magic fountain. Everywhere was empty, the floor gleaming from the ransacking. If the Black Warship hadn't been unable to carry too much, the ravenous Chambord warriors would likely have even pried up and carried away the stone bricks from the walls.
Especially Jack and Barbossa, those two bastards, their madness and excitement while moving the treasure were like an old bachelor who had been waiting for ages to meet a stunningly beautiful woman. Their eyes were gleaming, and they were drooling with excitement. Sun Fei immediately felt that these two guys really had the talent to become Pirates of the Caribbean, and that he had made the right choice in selecting them.
Incidentally, the other treasuries of the Anzhi Imperial Family were also completely looted.
The wealth reaped this time is absolutely staggering. Based on Chambord City's current fiscal revenue, it would probably take a hundred years to accumulate enough. In chaotic times, wealth is also a manifestation of power. Chambord City now has enough strength to preserve and possess such a wave of wealth. Moreover, with Chambord City's current productivity, digesting such wealth in the most reasonable way is definitely not a problem. At the very least, it can instantly upgrade the equipment of the current army by five or six levels.
This can be considered a huge gain.
After the matter was over, they embarked on their return journey, but left behind a small group of elite soldiers, Uncle Cain and Sister Auntie, as well as the dozen or so college student successors they had chosen.
For safety reasons, the camp was temporarily set up in the underground treasure hall. The original passageway had been filled in by Sun Fei, and the four walls had been reinforced with light magic arrays, so there was no need to worry about the undead outside attacking.
Sun Fei stayed here to continue killing zombies and gain free energy to level up.
Cain and the others stayed behind to study some things they had discovered in the Anzhi Empire, such as the white bone fragment Sun Fei obtained, known as Chapter Forty-Five, hoping to obtain the secret technique for making combat puppets. Of course, the Dark Demon Armor Bastürk, which Sun Fei had smashed into a large iron disc and was still slowly recovering, was also one of their research subjects.
"Humans, you will pay the price for your actions. You have committed a crime, daring to attempt to break through the power of gods with your mortal bodies..."
Amidst a frenzied roar, the Dark Demon Armor Bastürk was dismembered into eight pieces. The process, though seemingly Bloody, was actually quite simple. The disassembled armor pieces struggled and roared in vain, but a simple light magic circle silenced them in terror. Thus, the runes on the inner walls of each piece of armor were copied and made available for the two magic research fanatics to study in their temporary workshop in the main hall.
After arranging everything in the temporary camp, Sun Fei and the Necromancer Hasselbaink arrived on the surface.
It was already the morning of the second day. Under the blood-red sunrise, the ground seemed to be covered with a thick layer of blood that was slowly flowing. Coupled with the roars of the surrounding zombie monsters, it looked desolate and had an atmosphere of no way out in the apocalypse.
Sun Fei took out the Cleansing scythe from his storage ring and handed it to Hasselbaink.
"Wow, not bad, a good item." The Necromancer, a discerning person, was immediately amazed. He took it and infused it with Magic Power to test it. The increase in power surprised him. "Eh, unexpectedly good. An eighth-tier Dou Weapon, with room for further growth. With such material, if properly tempered, it might even advance to God Dou Weapon. It's just a pity..."
"What a pity?"
"It's a pity this design is so ugly; why is it a sickle?"
"Hey, you guys who deal with the undead, don't you all call yourselves Spokesperson of the God of Death? And isn't death all about wielding a scythe?"
"Come on, Death does wield a scythe, but I'm a magician, not an undead," Hasselbaink glared angrily, then handed the Grim Reaper's Scythe back to Sun Fei, shaking his head and saying, "You should take it back."
"Why?" Sun Fei asked, puzzled.
"This is far too valuable," Hasselbaink shook his head and smiled wryly. "Since joining Chambord City, I've no longer had to worry about the Church's pursuit, and life has been too comfortable. Thanks to Your Majesty's help, my strength has been fully restored and even increased. I've benefited greatly, but apart from the battle on Your Majesty's wedding day, my contributions to Chambord City have been very limited. I'm not worthy of such a valuable item."
Sun Fei shook his head and laughed, "Now that you put it that way, I'm determined to give this to you. Besides, I never intend to take back anything I give away."
"But..."
"Alright, to be honest, this thing is too ugly. Aside from being suitable for you, I can't think of anyone else in Chambord City who would like a scythe-like mist." Sun Fei's attitude was firm. "It's decided."
Necromancer: "..."
"Alright, let's change the subject. Seeing these zombies on this land, they're all my treasures! Haha, let's unleash our fury! You've always wanted to study these extraordinary undead, haven't you? Let's begin. But be careful, quite a few zombie kings have evolved in this capital city; they're quite powerful. Try not to provoke them."
After Sun Fei finished speaking, he leaped into the air and appeared in the midst of the zombie horde in the city in the next instant.
"Haha, experience points, here I come!"
Third update.
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