Chapter 15

Negris underestimated the hunger of hungry people for grain. Although he had already requested to limit the number of people, the temple was still crowded by people who heard the news. Hearing that only a devout faith could get the King's rescue, everyone rushed to the altar impatiently, wanting to prove to the King how devout their faith in the undead, or in grain, was.

The scrambling people almost squeezed the dilapidated temple down. The Minotaur aunt's family's desperate shouting could not maintain order.

The white bone skeleton that had been sweeping the floor all along held the broom upside down. The front end of the broom was entangled with black gas, rapidly changing into a two-handed machete. This is the particularity of soul armament, which can change into several forms according to the use.

If one is really bored and interested in practicing, shaping a hundred or eighty kinds is no problem. After being proficient, one can change quickly.

Holding the machete, the white bone skeleton jumped with effort, jumped onto a stone pillar next to the altar, arched its body, and emitted a silent soul shriek.

The scrambling people could not hear this kind of shriek. They only felt a force that could freeze the soul pass through their bodies, roughly equivalent to a cold neck, only dozens of times stronger.

Most people stiffened and shivered.

Following the white bone skeleton's shriek, the ground of the temple, which originally had no walls, turned up fences combined with white bones, circling the range of the temple.

Being roared by the white bone skeleton like this, everyone calmed down. Being surrounded by bone fences, everyone seemed to remember that this was the Undead Temple, the place where the undead returned, not a place where one could make noise casually.

Honestly line up, enter one by one in front of the altar to kowtow. When they sincerely believe in the undead, Ang can feel that he and the believers, with the undead fire as a bridge, are connected, forming a soul network.

At this moment, Ang can even hear some voices in the other party's heart. This feeling is very magical.

Most are "please grant me food," a few are "please let me be immortal forever," occasionally there are "please kill the vixen of the neighbor," "let the Breath of Rest disappear," etc. This makes Ang discover that the hearts of life races are really complex.

Apart from listening to these heart voices, the most important thing for Ang is to transform these faith elements, which makes him have a feeling of returning to the burrow again, constantly guiding the energy into his body.

Soul crystal is the energy condensed by the soul of undead creatures. Because it can be reverse-converted and supplemented into the soul, other undead creatures can also use it, so it has the basis of an equivalent object and can circulate as a kind of currency. As long as it is an undead creature, it will acknowledge its value.

These energies can naturally also be supplemented into Ang's soul. Before, because he had to transfer grain, Ang didn't dare to use them indiscriminately. Now that there is so much extra, the ratio of grain to soul crystal has reached one to one hundred, and he can use it as he pleases.

The soul energy surging in continuously makes Ang feel that he is growing rapidly.

Sometimes, change is so sudden. The undead fire suddenly shrinks violently, all the flame light surges inward, forming a round ball that seems to be beating. Between shrinking and expanding, strands of refined soul energy surge toward the bones of the whole body.

Negris notices Ang's situation and says in surprise: "Soul Heart? I said your soul is too solid, not like a gray bone skeleton. It turns out it was just a little bit away from the Soul Heart. It won't be long before your bones will transform into a golden skeleton, becoming a Golden Skeleton King."

Golden Skeleton King? Seems very powerful. The lord who created his own, is a Golden Skeleton King. Does it mean that he can also create other skeletons like the lord?

The sacrifice of the Undead Temple has become normalized like this. Believers who can devoutly dedicate soul flames can get a catty of grain. They can come every day. Ang transferred about ten tons, about twenty thousand catties of grain, enough for the temple to consume for a period of time.

Not everyone is devout, nor does everyone sincerely believe in the undead. Out of two hundred people, about one hundred people can dedicate soul flames. Those whose faith is not firm will not come next time.

After a round of screening, there are only about two hundred fixed believers. This is already a very good number. After all, the total population of the underground city is only about five thousand, and it is necessary to exclude some races and groups with their own faith, and some undead creatures, so the total number is even smaller.

Faced with such an Undead Temple that suddenly rose, the management of the underground city has very big disputes. Succubus Lina even proposed to stop believers from going to worship, so as not to form an unstable factor.

However, as soon as this proposal was made, it was scolded by Aiske angrily: "Are you crazy? I am also a believer in the undead. Are you trying to seal me too?"

Aiske is a necromancer. Which necromancer doesn't believe in the undead?

Lina feels a thud in her heart. She actually forgot this. What is more serious is that she also forgot the City Lord's identity. The City Lord is an old lich, and he himself is a member of the "undead."

Proposing to seal the Undead Temple in the lich's territory, Lina feels that she must be crazy to have such a proposal.

Feilin knows she didn't mean it and comforts: "Lina is just a good intention, afraid that an extra unstable factor will appear suddenly and destroy the current stability."

Lina's head nods like a chicken pecking at rice. She joined this underground city recently and is not very clear about the situation of the Undead Temple. Now she is awake. The Undead Temple is just a place to sacrifice undead creatures.

Feilin, who knows the inside story, says: "Don't worry, the reopening of the temple will likely become the most stable pillar of the underground city. And he keeps putting out grain, which can alleviate our shortage of grain. It is a good thing itself. Just treat it as if nothing happened, don't go to disturb him."

Sitting on the other side, Craig shows a smile of "as expected." He knew that Feilin suddenly brought back several batches of grain, and now the temple suddenly reopened and is putting out grain to the outside. As long as anyone with a brain should guess that there is a connection between the two, only this succubus without a brain would talk nonsense.

Seeing that everyone reached a consensus, Feilin changes the topic and says: "How is the matter of glowing moss as a supplementary light source to provide lighting for crops mentioned a few days ago?"

Aiske and Lina look at each other, and the gaze finally falls on Craig.

Craig says: "Failed. It can't grow in the field at all. If planted too far, the light of the glowing moss is too low, and it can't play the role of supplementary light at all. It can only be planted between two rows of crops, but it needs a humid environment and can't grow at all. If you water it too much, the roots will rot, and the crops will also be soaked rotten. Lord, I think this method is not feasible."

"Oh? Failed? But I have seen someone succeed." Feilin says.

"Impossible." When it comes to technical problems, the smart goblin doesn't serve anyone: "Lord, were you cheated by magic? Using magic to maintain the growth of crops for a short time to cheat you. Lord, don't be fooled."