I have one more World of Warcraft Necromancer than you

Chapter 665 Insufficient Permissions

"What 50 gold coins? What light bulb..."

"Pay the fine! Subsidy and material costs."

"What does this have to do with me? You're the one who smashed it."

"I fixed the alarm system's erroneous reading now..."

Is this what you call fixed?

Lorraine was emitting electricity in one hand and holding a cloud of smoke in the other.

He certainly seems to be the culprit...

The thunder and fire are still burning...

Lorraine didn't know how to conceal the secret of his two underlings' rebirth. He couldn't afford to lose his reliance on them, nor could he hide the fact that the capacitor was there. He could only awkwardly watch the old electrician repair the automatic alarm system...

Miss Ross, the old electrician, was furious. Her wrench seemed to be a one-handed hammer, sparking and spinning on its own.

The wrench was pointed at Lorraine's nostril...

“Mr. Lorraine, I told you not to bring capacitors into the eco-park. It will cause trouble... big trouble!”

The goblin girl was furious. Her puffed-up cheeks flared, and a small opening appeared in the knuckle duster on her other hand, revealing an even smaller mechanical hand. It seemed to have various tools attached, along with a welding device emitting sparks...

Very high-end...

Very intelligent.

The mechanical hand on the brass knuckles is actually automatically repairing the alarm lights and speech system that Ross smashed.

Near the purple straw passage in the distance, a large group of green-skinned goblin guards are approaching, accompanied by green-painted mechs.

These machines are basically similar to the Pyramid Head that Lorraine had seen, except they are much smaller and do not have gun barrels on them. Instead, they have a rotating chainsaw and a device that discharges some kind of rotating laser gun similar to a small radar.

That thing looks a lot like the gift that the Bronzebeard dwarf explorer Brann gave to Lorraine—the dwarf death ray...

Perhaps that was the goblin death ray. There is communication and competition between gnomes and goblins. They often steal or buy each other's blueprints, belittle and mock each other, and then turn around and test and improve them.

In short, the slowly assembled goblin guard force was not someone to be trifled with.

Miss Ross seemed to have no interest in dealing with the Internal Troops; her work pass only listed her as a temporary repairman...

"Drop your weapons! Stop advancing! Hands up!"

"Intruders, lay down your weapons."

"Employees, put down the kinetic wrench and mechanical knuckles, hands behind your heads! Crouch down, lie flat, don't look up, let us see your claws..."

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Ross and Lorraine were arguing when goblin guards quickly surrounded them.

Without a word, a group of goblin guards issued a sharp warning and pounced.

Lorraine, burning with thunder and fire, seemed to be the primary target. He was hit by several rope guns in succession, and his body was covered by layers upon layers of automatically opening rope nets.

This kind of net smells bad... once released, it will tightly bind the target.

Lorraine was bound tightly, as if stuck in a spider web.

Soon, countless goblin death ray guns were pointed at its head...

"The Forgotten Ones have no right to remain silent, carrying an unknown source of infection that has severely polluted the ecological park. This is a serious violation of the Black Market Convention and the laws of the Venture Capital Company's Underground City. The offender will be imprisoned in a correctional facility, with bail set based on the dangerous nature of the act."

“I have no right to remain silent. That's a misunderstanding. I'm your guest. Miss Ross said I'm a guest, you've misunderstood... 55555.…”

Lorraine held his underling's still-recovering body in his hand, while the goblins stood ready for battle.

The goblins rushed at him all at once. Lorraine couldn't tell them apart; they all looked pretty much the same, especially their identical uniforms and tortoise shells.

These guards were quite dutiful.

The guards worked together, some pointing guns at Lorraine's bald head, others putting strange tubes and something resembling a horse's muzzle over his head.

Lorraine feels like some kind of creature that's about to bite...

Lorraine wanted to struggle.

Unfortunately, he couldn't move his hands, feet, head, or body at all.

The goblins were very professional and ruthless, treating Lorraine like a wild beast.

Intense energy fluctuations surged in both hands. The capacitors had long since been decomposed and fused, and they seemed to have become the new energy cores of Godos and Yegosh. Lorraine felt that although the miniature versions of his two underlings could not compare to the size of the several-meter-tall orc giants from before, they seemed to have become stronger. Concentration is the essence.

The core of the magic-powered mech, the body of a death knight, the fusion and evolution of strange powers...

Lorraine couldn't move, but she could feel the lightning and fire burning fiercely in her hands.

This undoubtedly put the goblin guards on high alert. They raised their huge pincers, seemingly intending to forcibly sever Lorraine's arm and separate the abnormally bright Lorraine, whose body was flashing with lightning and fire.

Lorraine escaped the attack on the Crystal Corridor, but this time she is about to be torn to pieces.

"No way...you guys are serious. Is this how venture capital firms treat their clients? Not letting people speak, what is this? Murder for money! This is practically a black market..."

With his mouth sealed shut by the strange contraption, Lorraine could only conjure up these thoughts in his head.

Ross, the formidable mechanic beside her, seemed nowhere to be seen. Upon closer inspection, she realized she hadn't been shot down by the net gun. Guards surrounded her, checked her identification, and spoke a few words in a language Lorraine didn't quite understand.

It sounds like goblin language...

After the head of the guards personally met with Ross, the two sides first confirmed each other's identities and exchanged information. Lorraine had no idea what they were talking about.

It's not going to be something like making Lorraine pay money, is it?

In his current situation, someone was going to tear him to pieces. He instinctively struggled, and soon felt a sharp pain in his buttocks.

"Damn it, who's poking me with an electric stick! Are they a pervert...?"

The goblin used an electrified stick to release an electric shock.

The sensation of electric shock and burning, and the feeling of being pierced by thousands of needles, overwhelmed Lorraine. Even though he was a ghost, this pain that went straight to his brain and soul activated the human nerves that should no longer exist.

......

Legend has it that life exists because of an invisible bioelectric field that activates communication between nerves and cells.

When the Death Legion attempts to create Abomination humanoid weapons, they usually do not need to inject souls. They only need to activate the firepower of the remains with eerie necromantic lightning energy, allowing the necromantic energy to guide the Abominations and constructs in battle.

Then use necromancy to manipulate corpses in battle.

However, the technology of reconstructing and stitching corpses to reactivate their vitality, which is the most desired technology by scientists of natural disasters, has always been a secret research with an extremely low success rate, relying entirely on the accumulation of a large amount of experimental data.

Traditional necromancer magic is similar to this; the so-called "natural disaster science" of necromancy resurrects corpses by requiring electrical energy to activate the remaining life force field connections.

Liches typically don't attempt to truly resurrect a corpse with a soul. The corpses they resurrect are merely empty shells.

At most, they are rotting remains driven by remnant souls.

Lorraine was different; he was like a soul tailor, unlike ordinary necromancers and liches, he created a new species.

There is another secret within him, and even his teacher couldn't explain where his necromancy came from.

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Being poked by an electrified rod is just painful, but a giant pair of pincers capable of cutting through alloy steel plates is a deadly threat...

“Stop! He’s a guest invited by Mr. Katz! He didn’t enter through the main entrance, so the alarm is a false alarm. I’m in charge of monitoring the source of the contamination... I’ll guide him to the control room.”

"Sorry, Ross employee, you do not have sufficient authorization. We must follow security procedures... Non-employees are strictly prohibited from entering the control room!"

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