Chapter 182

Ang didn't know how long he had slept. Before, he could sleep for a whole winter at most. Although sleeping was the most ideal way for a skeleton to grow stronger, it wasn't strictly necessary. As a vegetable-planting skeleton, he had no desire to grow stronger.

But winter was too cold to plant things, and besides sleeping, he had nothing else to do. Eh, would this secretly match the upgrade code of undead creatures?

Anyway, regardless, Ang fell into a deep sleep, and then a pile of messy beliefs surged into his soul.

"May the God of Undead bless our family to live to a hundred, healthy and strong..." This was rather abnormal. Why look for the God of Undead for living to a hundred and being healthy?

"May the God of Undead bless me with eternal life. If I can be immortal, I am willing to offer one gold coin every year." Some people's lives weren't worth much.

"May the God of Undead bless me to make a fortune..."

"God of Undead, please help me kill the minotaur next door..."

"God of Undead, please bless me so that this beauty treatment is successful and I'm thirty years younger."

"God of Undead, I'm thirty years old this year, and it's still very short and small. Is there any hope?"

"God of Undead, please bless me to burn down these rice fields and starve these guys to death..."

"God of Undead..."

Eh, go back, go back. Burn down these rice fields? Who wants to burn my fields?

Bang! Ang bounced straight up from the ground and rushed out with a whoosh. The busy crowd outside saw a dark yellow skeleton frame run past, and they were all a bit stunned.

"Uh, did something just pass by?"

"Hmm, it seemed to be a skeleton, dark yellow. Eh, a golden skeleton?!"

"Where did a golden skeleton come from? Could it be Lord Ang?"

Negris flapped his little wings and chased desperately: "Ang, Ang, where are you running to!? Lightning, Lightning! Bai Hou, Bai Hou!"

Whoosh, Lightning galloped over, cutting in laterally. Negris flipped over and sat on its back.

"Perfect coordination, ha." Negris said with a bit of pride.

Lightning curled its lip: "You don't even run as fast as I do. I don't know what's so perfect about it."

Negris narrowed his little eyes into dangerous vertical pupils and stared at Lightning's horn. He swore that one day he would saw that horn off.

Lightning soon caught up to Ang. Negris roared: "Where are you running to? Why did you turn yellow?"

Ang flipped over, sat on Lightning's back, and pointed forward: "Burn my field, over there."

Negris's heart skipped a beat. It's over, trouble. Which fool—(censored)—is coming to burn Ang's fields? Don't they want to live? This is a huge mess.

No wonder Ang, who had been sleeping for half a year and wouldn't wake up no matter how much he was called, suddenly popped out. It turned out someone was burning his fields, but...

"How do you know someone is burning your fields?" Negris asked.

"He prayed to me," Ang said.

"Pfft..." You want to burn the fields of the God of Undead, and you still go and pray to the God of Undead? Isn't this like the God of Life hanging himself, tired of living?

But it's not strange. Who would have thought that the fields here belonged to the God of Undead? You, a God of Undead, what are you planting fields for?

As for why they had to pray to the God of Undead, it was probably just following local customs. Anyway, in Dragonfall Lake and even the entire desert, the God of Undead was now the only faith.

Doing bad things locally and praying to the local deity—no problem.

Lightning galloped, and from afar, they saw a dragon of fire rising from the rice fields by Dragonfall Lake.

Negris took one look and was shocked: "Bad, Water Flame Technique. Convert water into fuel that can burn, and then ignite it. Water is no longer a substance that restrains fire, but fuel. It is especially suitable for arson in an environment with water. Even the ocean can be burned."

Lightning curled its lip: "God of Knowledge, don't lie to people. Water can also be turned into fuel for arson?"

"Of course it can. 2H2O=2H2↑+O2↑%￥#@￥…##+@+…@#, you can do it," Negris said.

Lightning pressed its mouth tightly, pretending not to hear. Anyway, it didn't understand either.

Galloping to the front of the rice fields, Ang leaped up violently and smashed into the pile of fire like a cannonball. He didn't care about the flames burning his bones, and raised his hand to cast Pollination Technique into the air. Negris had already said that water was useless against this kind of fire, so he would use wind.

Wind tornadoes were released toward the sky, instantly piercing a gas vortex without flame light in the fire. Following this gas vortex, Ang kept releasing them at a speed of six per second, gradually disturbing a tornado.

A massive amount of air was expelled from the sky, naturally forming negative pressure, sucking the surrounding air over, thereby sucking the fire firmly in place and unable to spread. By the time the fire burned out, it had only destroyed about two or three mu of rice fields.

But this was enough to make Ang angry. The Bone Dragon and Bai Hou were called over, circling the sky. The Titans carried big clubs, blocking the riverbank. Lightning, the little angel, and the little zombie patrolled back and forth along the shore. Not long after, the two arsonists were forced out of the water.

They were wearing warm clothing for underwater, holding magic air canisters for underwater breathing, and had several bottles and jars hanging from their waists. They floated out of the water in fear, looking at the circling bones and silver dragon, and looking at the tall giants on the shore. They were completely stunned.

Isn't it just burning a few mu of fields? Is such a big battle necessary?

"May the God of Undead bless us, what on earth happened?" one of the arsonists muttered.

After a round of severe interrogation, they learned that they were Duke Leite's men.

The Duchy of Leite was located in the upper reaches of the Donghe, adjacent to the Duchy of Heishan, and across the river from the former station of the Fallen Legion. After the Duchy of Heishan encountered the insect disaster, only the Duchy of Leite remained in the upper reaches of the Donghe.

Unlike the Duchy of Heishan, the Duchy of Leite was a "normal" country, with a vast area and a large population. But because of the terrain, it had rich agricultural and pastoral resources and belonged to an agricultural country.

As everyone knows, agriculture is developed, and it's fine for subsistence, but it's very difficult to get rich. So the Duchy of Leite was very poor. Compared to the elves and dwarves who had mines at home, or human countries with developed handicrafts, the Duchy of Leite was like a beggar lying on a bag of grain.

In the past half year, officials of the Duchy of Leite discovered that some wealthy merchants and nobles appeared in the docks and taverns of the duchy. Some people rented boats and bought boats here, sailing west along the river.

Some people even inquired about things like the Beauty God, Beauty City, spot removal and whitening, wrinkle removal and skin rejuvenation, baldness treatment and hair growth, delay and enlargement, bone grafting and height increase, plastic surgery and beauty, etc. —things that sounded like miracles and were unbelievable.

At first, no one took this kind of thing seriously, only thinking it was a rumor spread by the poor and crazy sand bandits in the desert to attract some fat sheep to cross the border for them to rob.

Until the Duke's seventy-year-old mother secretly took people for a trip, and then came back thirty years younger, only to be blocked outside the castle.

The old lady was so angry that she stood outside the city and spilled all the private matters of the Duke, from how many times he wet the bed when he was a child, to what age he had wet dreams, to what age he climbed into a maid's bed, to how many lovers and illegitimate children he had outside. Now no one dared not believe she was the old lady.

The old lady's appearance caused a shock in the harem. The Duke's wife and little lovers all went crazy. If it weren't for the fact that the old lady was still as fierce as before when scolding people, they couldn't help but suspect that this was another lover of the Duke. After all, the old lady now looked only forty years old, just right for the fifty-year-old Duke.

After suspicion came excitement. Who wouldn't want to be thirty years younger? Who wouldn't want to have white and tender skin without spots? Who wouldn't want to have a lifted face shape and eliminated eye bags?

Everyone wanted to. Duke Leite was miserable. He emptied the national treasury, and it still wasn't enough for his wife and little lovers to all take a trip to the Beauty City. Not to mention, weren't there also baldness treatment and hair growth, delay and enlargement, and bone grafting and height increase?

The fifty-year-old bald, short, and fat Duke Leite himself also wanted to take a trip.

Finally, he chose the Duchess and let her go to explore the situation. For this, he was tortured by his twenty-year-old little lover for two whole nights, his legs were so weak he almost couldn't go to work, and finally, he hid in the government office and worked overtime for a few days before recovering.

Why choose the Duchess? Because the Duchess was older, and the beauty effect would be more obvious. As for the old lady, she had slipped away secretly at the time, only taking her personal maid, and was only busy marveling, without seeing anything of value.

This time, the people accompanying the Duchess were old politicians with many years of government experience and experienced adventurers.

Not long after, the Duchess, who was thirty years younger but still retained the charm and demeanor of a mature woman, returned, just like a blooming imperial flower, beautiful and outstanding among the flowers.

Duke Leite was also fascinated and confused, and it took him a few days to come to his senses. Deep contact also made him discover the difference between the Duchess's "youth" and true youth.

The Duchess clearly didn't have the scorching heat and vitality of the little lover. Her skin was firm, but her elasticity and moisture were not as good as the little lover's. However, because of her experience, they were perfectly matched.

This made the Duke even more excited. This meant that the Duchess was still the original Duchess, not someone else. This was truly a miracle, not some kind of evil art.

Duke Leite couldn't wait to fly to the Beauty City immediately, but after checking the national treasury, he found that he was too poor.

According to the quotes for various items, it would take at least six hundred thousand magic crystals for several items. For example, the old lady spent six hundred thousand magic crystals, but the old lady used her own private money. Duke Leite's national treasury was not much better than the old lady's private money.

This was not just a pursuit of beauty, but also a business that made the Duke jealous. Should he go down the river and launch a large army to occupy the Beauty City?

This thought flashed by and was dismissed. Poor, fighting a war is the most expensive thing, not to mention fighting a war deep in the desert, even if there is a waterway, it won't work.

At this time, Duke Leite's government official gave him a genius idea.

"The upper reaches of the Donghe only have our Leite and the Duchy of Heishan. The Duchy of Heishan encountered an insect disaster and now doesn't even have food to eat. As long as we burn the rice fields on the riverbank, they will have to buy food from outside if they want to eat. We transport along the river, which has the most cost advantage. At that time, if we raise the price several times, won't the magic crystals be earned back?"

"Good idea, but I heard that there are large rice fields by Dragonfall Lake. We must burn all the rice fields."

"Don't joke, Dragonfall Lake is a saltwater lake. How can it grow things? It's probably just some salt-tolerant water grass."

"That's fine, just do it. Arson by the river, Water Flame Technique is the best to use."

The above is the cause and effect of these two arsonists appearing here.

But what made Ang even more puzzled was: "Beauty City?"

Negris scratched his head embarrassedly: "An industry created by Lisa and Silver Coin and these guys, used to settle those refugees who were so idle they fought. Infrastructure is the most tiring thing, let them go build the city."

"Didn't I mention the Undead Beauty God before? They thought this name was good, took it and used it. It's called Beauty City. Now it's been built a little, barely building the central area."

Beauty City, with the Beauty God Palace as the center, is divided into four blocks, relying on the beauty industry, mainly developing a city for dining and accommodation, with the beauty industry as the leader, driving the development of the tertiary industry.

Then, Ang saw a piece of earth house, with a large plaque engraved with "Beauty God Palace". On the side of the plaque, there were also "Soul Eternal" words engraved with dragon patterns.

The dragon race has no writing. Dragon patterns are their writing. Soul Eternal, in dragon patterns, represents "Undead". Translated, it is—(small characters) Undead|Beauty God Palace.

However, it is called a palace, but looking at it, it is a piece of low-rise bungalow.

Ang didn't feel anything. Negris had already explained embarrassedly: "No way, construction materials in the desert are scarce. The only thing not lacking is stone. After the quarry in the canyon is built, we will transport strip stone and build a high tower here as a wonder. That will be magnificent."

"Oh." Ang replied indifferently. Anyway, this thing wasn't his, as long as it didn't crush his fields.

After introducing the latest situation, Negris turned to ask: "What about you? How do you feel? Did you upgrade? Golden skeleton?"

Unlike those golden-shining golden skeletons, Ang's bones were somewhat dark yellow, not like gold, but more like brass. But there is no such thing as a brass skeleton in the world.

Ang tilted his head and looked at himself from top to bottom, also somewhat confused. An upgrade was definitely an upgrade. He could clearly feel that his bones were much harder than before, but how much he had improved, he couldn't say.

Forget it, don't care. Ang reached into the Palace of Peace and pulled out an arm bone. The dark luster was clearly the purple-gold bone of the sturdy bone Luoke.

He installed it on his right hand, moved it, relaxed and flexible. Very good, the whole right hand was purple-gold.

He pulled out another section and installed it on the Hand of Dimensional Passage. It was a bit reluctant, but it could still move. Very good, both hands were purple-gold.

Casting magic, he found it was smoother, and the shooting speed increased by a factor of one. Before, it was like a turret, now it was like two magic crystal turrets connected together, referred to as dual-linked crystal turrets.

The level of magic also improved, and he could cast second-level magic.

"Oh my god, magic finally upgraded. Finally, I can cast second-level magic. After buffering, I have fourth-level magic power. Oh my god, I was disgusted to vomit by your first-level magic." Negris shouted excitedly.

Ang could only cast first-level magic. Through the buffering of the sturdy bone hand, he cast magic below the second level. What magic could the second level have? It was just those few types, and Negris was disgusted to vomit.

Now it's good. Although it's only the second level, after buffering, he can have fourth-level magic power. There are many fourth-level magics, because he has already entered the "intermediate" stage, which is the stage where mages are most creative. All kinds of strange magics emerge one after another, such as water-wind mixed magic—cleaning bubble dragon, specially used for washing clothes, etc.

Then he saw Ang summon the Titans and stuff them into the Palace of Peace.

Negris instantly had a bad premonition: "What do you want to do?"

Ang said as a matter of course: "Duke Leite, burn fields, chop him."

Chop a duke just because he burned a few mu of fields?

"Can't chop, can't chop. The situation in the plane is not very good recently. Anthony warned us to try not to chop people randomly, especially chopping a duke. It will definitely go to the Plane Safety Conference. Although we have at least three old acquaintances there, if the opposite side gets four votes, we will become the plane's public enemy. At that time, no one can protect us."

Ang tilted his head.

"Although we can't chop people, we can ask others to help us chop. Do you remember that Saint Xia Mala?