Chapter 150: The First Oracle

The Lich Dungeon of the Anxi Abyss, the Undead Temple.

In front of the undead fire, Ou Ke knelt devoutly, his forehead touching the ground, his hands spread out with palms facing up, murmuring prayers.

The undead fire was like being blown by a blower, the flames leaping a meter high, like a large stove.

Today's Undead Temple had completely changed. Pillars, arches, fences, floor tiles—everything that originally belonged to the temple was now brand new.

They were the type that would automatically repair themselves when there was energy. When the undead fire absorbed enough soul flames, the overflowing fragmented energy was enough to repair this temple.

Whenever Ou Ke prayed, the Bai Yin Skeleton would silently walk to Ou Ke's side. The faith power surged between it, Ou Ke, and the undead fire, forming the simplest network structure—a soul network—which was finally projected to Ang far away.

In this process, every node benefited. The parts of the Bai Yin Skeleton's bones that were porous had been repaired by the Anxi Liquid, and now the bones were turning from silver to gold. In some mottled places, if you looked from another angle, you could see a golden luster.

The Bai Yin Skeleton was transforming toward a Golden Skeleton.

Ou Ke's changes didn't look obvious, but when he straightened his waist, you could see the solid muscles and broad shoulders on his back. He was only in his teens and hadn't reached adulthood, but his foundation was already very good.

Divine magic was the easiest power to obtain in the world, but it was also the most difficult. It was said to be easy to obtain because as long as one received the favor and grace of the gods, one could quickly become a powerful divine mage.

However, it was also the power that relied most on talent, will, and faith.

Some people prayed and worshipped for a lifetime and were merely believers, not even worthy of being called followers. But some people, at a young age, received divine grace and summoned holy spirits to possess them, such as a saintess like Miss Lisha.

As long as there was divine grace, in just a year or two, one could go from an ordinary person to a spokesperson for the gods in the human world, a messenger of the gods, a vessel for the gods.

From the day Ou Ke began to believe in Ang, he had been a fanatic that even Nai Ge Li Si was jealous of. Now, nearly two years later, he was still the same fanatic, only he had a deeper understanding of the will of the gods.

He was luckier than Miss Lisha. When Miss Lisha became a saintess, the will of the gods required her to love the world, spread glory, collect taxes, sacrifice, eliminate heretics, purify heretics... listing them might take two or three pages of paper.

The will of the gods that Ou Ke felt was only two things: plant things, eat.

So, upholding the will of the gods, Ou Ke worked hard to plant holy mushrooms in the area the temple could expand into, and then provided corresponding food to the believers who offered soul flames.

With the activation of the World Transit Station, more and more underground city residents moved to the transit station. The relocated residents donated their houses to the temple without surprise.

However, Ang's principle of equivalent exchange was also deeply rooted in Ou Ke's heart, and he insisted on giving equivalent food. Basically, it was just a few bags of food, because the houses near the temple were not worth much.

Expanding the territory naturally expanded the planting area. Besides praying, Ou Ke's other task was to purify holy water. As he became more and more proficient in using divine power, the purified holy water was not only enough for the expansion of the planting area but also had a surplus to provide to the believers.

Now, people were used to coming to the temple to turn around for abdominal pain, diarrhea, bruises, anxiety, dizziness, weddings, and funerals.

Of course, weddings and funerals had nothing to do with Ou Ke. Miss Lisha had carried out deep ideological transformation on the female priest who hadn't died among the two female priests Lu Se had sent over before.

No one knew how she did it, but now that holy priest was loyal to the Undead Temple and handled daily affairs with ease, much more efficiently than Ou Ke.

The female priest was willing to handle everything, but the only thing she refused to handle was managing undead creatures, because among those skeletons and zombies, there was a zombie wearing priest attire, with toughened, shriveled skin and an ugly appearance, who was her former companion.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons why she was loyal to the temple.

Ou Ke slowly straightened his waist, and the soul energy on his body could not be suppressed, turning into flames and erupting out of his body, wrapping him into a fire man. After a long while, the soul flames extinguished.

Bai Yin Skeleton... perhaps it shouldn't be called Bai Yin Skeleton anymore, because it was already transforming toward a Golden Skeleton. However, Ou Ke had always called it another name—Lord Bone Priest.

The Bai Yin Skeleton turned and walked away silently. Not long after, the sound of a broom sweeping echoed in the empty temple again.

"Lord Bone Priest is truly steadfast. I heard that it has insisted on cleaning for over a thousand years. It has a faith stronger than black crystal. I must learn from it," Ou Ke sighed. "I heard that Lord Ang is the same, insisting on planting vegetables for a thousand years before becoming the Undead God."

If Nai Ge Li Si heard his words, he would probably wish to pour water into his head to wash it. Ang did not become a god because he insisted on planting vegetables for a thousand years; he picked up the Undead Godhead because he picked up the bones of the Goddess of Luck.

Just then, Ou Ke suddenly felt a palpitation, and a majestic voice sounded in his heart: "Eat the seedlings? Kill them! He Mo Er."

"Is... is this an oracle? Who is He Mo Er?" Raging soul flames erupted from Ou Ke's body, and he muttered to himself in surprise.

As he muttered, a hole suddenly cracked open in the empty space behind him. The Bai Yin Skeleton walked out from it carrying a broom, tilted its head in confusion, looked at Ou Ke, and then looked at the summoning channel that was disappearing behind it.

"You, summon, me?" The Bai Yin Skeleton actually said a sentence rarely.

Ou Ke was also a bit confused: "It... seems so."

Hope Oasis, Miss Lisha was using the Jing Yan Shu to rejuvenate Sha Fei Ya's skin, suddenly tilted her head to listen, and muttered: "Kill them? Who is He Mo Er?"

Not long after, Zi Hai rushed in carrying a large club and dragging lightning, asking in a voice like dry thunder: "Miss Lisha, who is He Mo Er? I'm going to smash him flat right now!"

Thousands of miles away, Yin Bi was struggling to move a box of gold coins into the warehouse, stacking it on a row of gold coin boxes, complaining: "Too heavy. If I had known, I would have exchanged them for magic crystals."

Ang's voice flashed across his soul, making him feel refreshed. He climbed up and ran out.

Along the way, there were buildings in the style of the Church of Light. This was clearly a city of the church, and there were forces of the Church of Light guarding it inside and out. The lich Yin Bi walked swaggeringly among the priests, bishops, and paladins. Those who knew him even bowed respectfully to him, because he was a favorite by the side of the Archbishop.

Finding Anthony without any obstruction, Yin Bi asked urgently: "Did you hear it? An oracle. Lord Ang has issued an oracle for the first time. Who is this He Mo Er?"

Anthony frowned: "I heard it. This He Mo Er is a troublesome guy." ===== CHAPTER 151 =====