Chapter 1009: Eh? Human? Dragon? Alive?

The sacrificial mask had a feeling of surviving a disaster. God, it could actually still live? It thought it was dead for sure.

The sacrificial mask was very clear about its value, which was that it had no value. Besides scaring people, it had no other abilities. Although it could summon a large pile of spiritual bodies, these brainless spiritual bodies couldn't do anything.

Look, now that someone just held a scepter there, those spiritual bodies couldn't rush in. What's the use?

The sacrificial mask was originally a mask used for sacrifice. Its greatest function was to convert dark elements. If it were a mage, wearing it could enhance mental power, perceive dark elements, and produce resonance. That is to say, wearing it allowed one to learn dark element magic.

But that was it, and it had no other function. Whether magic was powerful or not still depended on one's own talent.

It said it was the God of Darkness purely for bragging. Without a priest wearing it, it could only release some mental illusions and mirages. Without anything to attach to, it could only lie on the ground.

For something like it, if others obtained it, they would highly likely wipe out its consciousness and use it as a dark element amplification mask, because no one would be willing to wear a mask with consciousness on their face, so it didn't think it would survive at all.

Unless the other party didn't care about its function at all and had no interest in perceiving dark elements.

But what kind of person would have no interest in dark elements?

"Two? You answer our questions. Depending on the value of your answers, you can choose a blank divine soul, a crystal-plated puppet body, or a Dark Power Magic Egg. Are you willing to answer questions?" Anthony said.

"Two, two, two, I choose two. You can ask anything, as long as I know, I will definitely answer." The sacrificial mask became incomparably proactive.

This made Anthony feel uncomfortable, as if he had exerted force in the wrong place. From its previous performance, he thought it was a guy who would rather die than submit, but he didn't expect it to be afraid of death too. It was all to blame for this mask face not showing any expression.

"Your name, how did you get here? How did this plane shatter? Why are there so many spiritual bodies here? Are there any other creatures here?" Anthony repeated the previous questions, deleting 'what kind of divine soul are you'. He was no longer interested in knowing what kind of divine soul it was.

"Sacrificial Mask, call me Sacrificial Mask. This plane was smashed. I don't know what smashed it either. One day hundreds of years ago, something hit the plane, and the whole plane shattered, and the whole plane exploded and scattered."

"The place that was hit had already turned into dust. The places that weren't hit directly still retained some things, such as this house, but all living things died one after another. After a period of time, various spiritual bodies became more and more numerous, and I summoned some to lurk nearby to protect me."

Anthony asked: "Oh, did they protect you? Have any enemies come here?"

"That didn't happen. Only a few undead and liches came, collecting various materials, building an Undead City, and accommodating many undead creatures, asking me to go over, but I refused," the sacrificial mask said.

"Undead City? Are there many high-level undead creatures here?" Anthony asked.

The sacrificial mask asked in confusion: "What does high-level mean? Powerful undead creatures? They don't seem to be very strong."

"That is, whether they have wisdom. Those with wisdom are called high-level, regardless of whether they are strong or not," Anthony said.

"Oh, then there are many. Hundreds of thousands should be there. I see that the Undead City is full, very lively." the sacrificial mask said.

Anthony, Negris, and Du Luo Ken looked at each other, and even Ang came back to his senses and glanced at the sacrificial mask.

"Tens? Or hundreds of thousands? Did you add an extra unit?" Anthony asked cautiously.

"Of course it's hundreds of thousands. The Undead City is full of undead creatures. There are definitely hundreds of thousands," the sacrificial mask said confidently.

Anthony still didn't believe it: "Did you mix them up? Only those with wisdom are high-level undead creatures. How could there be hundreds of thousands?"

"There really are. If you don't believe it, go see for yourself. If you say the very strong kind, there really aren't many, but there are many undead creatures with wisdom who can speak, scold people, and work in the Undead City," the sacrificial mask said eagerly.

Ang and the others looked at each other. If they were still interested in this place before, then when they heard about hundreds of thousands of high-level undead creatures, other questions were no longer important.

Hundreds of thousands of high-level undead creatures? Ang had never seen so many undead creatures with wisdom since he grew up.

But the sacrificial mask's confident appearance didn't look like it was lying, because it didn't even know what 'high-level' meant at the beginning, so it was very difficult to make up such an absurd lie in an instant.

The more absurd the words, the less likely they are to be lies, because lies need logic, and facts don't.

But Anthony was still half-believing, because it was highly likely that the sacrificial mask had misread it. It didn't point the wrong way; it just didn't know the way.

"Go, take us to the Undead City." Negris also couldn't care about anything else.

The sacrificial mask said urgently: "Is my answer valuable? Can I choose a reward?"

Everyone looked at Ang, and Ang nodded. Only then did Anthony say: "Yes, what reward do you want to choose? How about a new crystal-plated body?"

"I don't want any of them." The sacrificial mask turned up, faced Du Luo Ken, and said: "I want him to be my priest."

"Ah? Me?" Du Luo Ken pointed at his nose in shock. He hadn't said much, so how did he get noticed by it? Could it be that his charm could no longer be hidden?

"Let it be your priest? Why? Isn't it good for you to have a new body? And why choose him?" Anthony also asked in confusion.

He was much more handsome than Du Luo Ken. Even if it chose, it should have chosen him, or it should have chosen my lord. How could it choose Du Luo Ken?

This guy has no whites in his eyes. Could it be that he is really blind?

"He is an alchemist. He understands me best, and he doesn't know dark elements. I am useful to him. You talk, he doesn't compete, and he has no heart for fighting," the sacrificial mask said.

Anthony looked at the sacrificial mask with some surprise: "You guy is not simple."

Du Luo Ken is an alchemist and can best exert the power of this mask, and he doesn't know dark elements. It is useful to Du Luo Ken and has a chance to be used.

If it were in Ang's hands, besides putting it away just like the Ten Thousand Attraction Divine Hammer, could it have any other use?

"I'm not used to wearing things that can talk on my face." Du Luo Ken said with disgust.

"I can offer my soul." the sacrificial mask said.

"Then alright, come, come, come, Soul Oath." Du Luo Ken immediately changed his mind and picked up the sacrificial mask.

After the contract, Du Luo Ken checked it again, then put the sacrificial mask on his face and looked at everyone.

A pale little face, pupils without whites, a weird corner of the mouth, looking gloomy.

Negris said: "Turn out the whites of your eyes, otherwise I'll poke your eyes out."

"Oh." The mask blinked, and the eyes disappeared, revealing Du Luo Ken's eyes.

"How magical. I see dark elements. They are very thin, all gathering toward my lord. My lord is simply a dark element black hole." Du Luo Ken looked left and right, and said in surprise.

The mask's mouth also moved: "Am I powerful? Possessing me, you possess the entire void, Jie jie jie—"

Negris's brain hurt from listening, and he hurriedly interrupted: "Alright, alright, you have a priest, hurry up and lead the way, take us to the Undead City."

"Go this way." The mask's mouth opened and closed, and then Du Luo Ken's face was jerked toward one direction.

Du Luo Ken shouted: "Don't pull my face, you move your arms."

While adapting, the group, led by the sacrificial mask, flew toward the Undead City.

They might have flown a distance of several thousand kilometers. After all, they were in the void, so it was fast to fly. Soon everyone saw a large lump of material polymer.

The reason it's called a polymer is because it sounds better. To put it bluntly, it's a pile of nameless garbage piled together.

Besides the biggest lump, there were many small lumps floating around. When Ang and the others flew over, a head poked out from one of the lumps, shouting in surprise: "Hello, travelers from afar, where do you come from... Eh? Human? Dragon? Alive?"