Chapter 229: A Mentally Challenged Skeleton Can Create Magic

Looking down from the air, a carriage and a unicorn were galloping forward at a ninety-degree angle, getting closer and closer, until they crossed paths at the apex.

The undead on the carriage and the demon face both turned their heads in shock to look at the "horse" that had just brushed past them.

Crouched on the head of this "horse" was a large cat, and sitting on its back were an armored figure, a little girl, a skeleton, and a brass dragon hatchling, packed so tightly that there was no room left. Six creatures with six pairs of eyes tilted their heads in unison to stare at the carriage, moving their gaze as the relative positions of the two parties changed.

Finally, as they crossed, the carriage moved from the other side's left-rear to the right-rear. The four on the horse's back, plus the large cat on the horse's head, swished their heads around to continue staring at them with tilted heads.

The undead was shocked. Is this still a horse?

The demon face on the fire basin blinked its eyes and muttered, "Why does it look so familiar? Where have I seen them before?"

The undead asked in surprise, "You know them? Oh no, oh no, they've turned around and are chasing us! Do you owe them money? Otherwise, how would they have the guts to chase my carriage?"

In the Fallen Land, anyone who possesses a bone horse and a carriage is without exception a high-level undead or a lich, like the Great Sage. To dare to chase a high-level undead in the wilderness, unless one truly owes the other a lot of money, how could anyone have the courage to do such a thing?

After the undead finished speaking, he noticed there was no response. He turned his head to look, and the fire basin had actually extinguished; that demon face had long since disappeared.

The undead was truly shocked now. This slippery demon actually ran away in fear? Running away without even saying a word—could it be that it recognized that pile of things as terrifying existences?

The undead immediately became vigilant. The image he had just seen flashed through his soul. What was the demon afraid of? The large cat on the horse's head? How terrifying could a cat be?

That little girl? Such a fair, tender, and cute little girl—what is there to be afraid of? He had seen plenty of golden skeletons, and there was nothing scary about them either.

The only things a bit special were that brass dragon hatchling and that armored figure. A hatchling isn't scary, but having a hatchling—doesn't that imply there's an adult dragon?

But an adult dragon that hadn't even been seen wouldn't be enough to scare away a Lord of Terror, would it? Could it be because of that armored figure?

Just then, Lightning carried the five little ones and caught up, traveling side-by-side with the carriage. Six heads tilted over, their gazes landing on the undead. The brass dragon hatchling at the very back opened its mouth and said, "Hello, do you know which way to go to the No. 4 Relay Tower?"

The undead's heart skipped a beat: It couldn't be such a coincidence, could it? Going to the No. 4 Relay Tower at a time like this—could they be the ones coming to take over the relay tower?

He kept his face calm and asked, "You're going to the No. 4 Relay Tower? What a coincidence, I happen to be passing by the No. 4 Relay Tower. You can just follow me. May I ask, what business do you have at the No. 4 Relay Tower?"

Nai Ge Li Si said truthfully, "The night watchman of the No. 4 Relay Tower doesn't want to do it anymore, so we're going to take his place."

Sure enough, relay towers are usually places where birds don't lay eggs; it's not certain that anyone would go there in several years. Now that they've bumped into each other head-on, who else could it be but the replacements?

However, the undead looked them over: "Which one of you is taking over? The night watchman is responsible for feeding the relay spirit. If the soul is too weak, it won't work. And only one person can feed it; the relay spirit only recognizes one soul. If others get close to it, they will get hurt."

The undead looked around. Only the skeleton and the armored figure were the most consistent with the characteristics of undead creatures. The others all seemed to be living beings, every one of them as fresh as could be. How could they feed the relay spirit?

Nai Ge Li Si pointed to the little zombie at the very front: "Him."

This fit the undead's understanding. Before long, a tall tower appeared on the horizon. The undead pointed to the tall tower and said, "The No. 4 Relay Tower is there."

"Oh, thank you so much! It's fortunate we bumped into you, otherwise, according to our direction, we might have missed it. Thank you very much. May I ask what you are called?" Nai Ge Li Si said politely.

It was really hard on him, still remembering to ask for someone's name.

"We are all travelers in the Fallen Land; why bother remembering each other's names? Goodbye." The undead waved his hand nonchalantly, and the bone horse that shared his soul immediately accelerated, galloping toward the end of the horizon.

After running all the way until Ang and the others were no longer visible, the carriage finally came to a screeching halt with a tail-flick. The undead emerged from the roof of the carriage, looking out toward the direction of the relay tower.

Ang's group had already turned into a small white dot, moving to the foot of the relay tower.

The fire basin inside the carriage suddenly reignited, and the flames condensed into the face of the Lord of Terror.

The undead immediately cursed: "You demon, you really can't be trusted. Running so fast, is it really that scary?"

"I'm not afraid of being discovered by them, am I? That unicorn is very sensitive to demonic aura," the Lord of Terror explained.

"Unicorn?" The undead was stunned. Where did a unicorn come from?

"You didn't notice that the one they're riding is a unicorn?" the demon asked in surprise.

"Isn't it a horse? Where is its horn?" the undead asked in surprise.

"It's covered by that big cat..."

The undead and the demon exchanged a glance, both feeling that the other was not very reliable.

"Enough, enough. Let's hurry over, lest we miss the opportunity for the relay spirit to hibernate during the handover," the demon urged.

"What about you?" the undead asked.

"I'll watch the carriage for you, so it doesn't get stolen," the demon said.

The undead curled his lip and said with some resentment: "I have to do everything, and you're just a carriage-watcher."

Although he said this, the undead still took the initiative to float toward the relay tower.

Watching the undead's fading phantom, the demon's expression slowly turned solemn, and he thought to himself:

"If I let you know that among that pile of things there is an existence that can accelerate life, you would probably strongly demand to watch the carriage. What bad luck, how did I run into this bunch of guys again? Fortunately, he is an undead and won't be affected by life acceleration, and he is also a powerful magic instructor. I hope he won't be countered to death like those insect repellents."

Just as the undead and the demon were talking, Ang and his party arrived at the foot of the relay tower. From afar, they saw a lich standing on tiptoe, looking forward with great desire. Seeing Ang and his party, he looked as if he had seen his own kin and rushed over with open arms.

Of course, this was his reaction before he saw clearly. Once he saw clearly, he stopped in a daze: "You... are you that poor?"

Five things riding one horse—how poor must one be to do such a thing?

"Ah? Not poor. Oh, our horse is strong." Negris was stunned by the question. It took him a while to react, then he flew up, patted Lightning's butt, and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked by Lightning, sent flying like a ball: "Who are you calling a horse! Where are your hands touching!"

Negris flew back and said angrily: "I'll deal with you later." He turned to the lich who had come to greet them and said: "Hello, hello. We are here to take over the relay station. My name is Neg. What should I call you?"

The lich looked Ang and his party up and down, his murky eyes full of hesitation and distrust: "My name is Huo Erqiu Ke. Are you really here to take over for me? Can you handle it?"

Huo Erqiu Ke, who had long wanted to be free, was just asking casually. He didn't care if the people taking over could handle it. After verifying the identities of Ang and the others, he took everyone into the relay tower without a word and headed to the top floor.

Can you imagine the mood of someone who has watched a tower in a desolate place for thirty years, and someone is finally coming to replace him? He definitely wouldn't want to stay for even a second longer. That was exactly how Huo Erqiu Ke felt; he had stayed here for a full three hundred years.

As for whether anyone would want to deceive him or do something to the relay spirit, he wasn't worried at all. As long as one understood what kind of existence a relay spirit was, such worries were impossible.

The relay spirit is the most precious thing in a relay tower. It is essentially a spirit body, the kind without wisdom, but its soul strength is extremely high, dozens of times more powerful than high-level undead creatures like undead saints or golden skeletons.

Yes, dozens of times.

The will of a golden skeleton can cover a distance of at most three to five kilometers, but the coverage distance of a relay spirit reaches forty kilometers.

Relying on the relay spirit's super-long coverage distance, information sent via communication bone cards within its range of will can be transmitted to all areas covered by relay spirits.

Excluding these functions, in essence, a relay spirit is a super spirit body whose will can cover forty kilometers. Want to hurt it? It might just glare at you and blow up your soul.

If it weren't for the fact that they lack wisdom, these relay spirits could definitely become a very terrifying group of existences in the Undead Empire.

But the main reason no one dares to mess with them is that they are Harvey's subjects. Although they lack wisdom, they have memories. Whoever hurts them will be remembered and reported to Harvey. Haha, pray, you have been marked by a Lord of Mourning.

Therefore, Huo Erqiu Ke didn't think anyone would hurt a relay spirit unless they didn't want to live anymore. As a night watchman, his task wasn't to protect the relay spirit, but to feed it soul energy on time, replenishing its daily consumption so it could remain in a working state every day.

Otherwise, these spirit bodies without wisdom prefer to sleep. Without anyone to order them around, they would easily fall asleep.

The group climbed to a door in the middle of the high tower. Huo Erqiu Ke searched around and found a switch under a pile of cobwebs. He said awkwardly: "It hasn't been used for hundreds of years, I almost forgot where it was."

Brushing off the dirt, Huo Erqiu Ke pressed it hard. Uh, it got stuck; it didn't move.

"It can get stuck?" Negris poked his head over curiously. The World Transit Station hadn't been used for over a thousand years, and he hadn't seen anything get stuck. Even the teleportation arrays in the Demon Valley were broken, but they repaired themselves automatically once soul energy was input.

With such self-repairing capabilities, he really hadn't seen Undead Empire architecture get stuck.

Huo Erqiu Ke pressed hard, hard, and harder. If he were still alive, he would probably be covered in sweat. He finally managed to press the switch and said: "It hasn't been used for too long. After you take over, oil it every few decades."

As the switch was pressed, the entire relay tower trembled slightly. After a while, everyone suddenly felt the powerful soul above their heads go silent.

In fact, upon approaching the relay tower, everyone could feel the powerful relay spirit. Except for Ang, the others felt quite oppressed, and even the most restless little angel became much quieter. Now, that sense of oppression had disappeared.

As the oppression vanished, a mass of gray mist quietly floated to the bottom of the tower and slowly moved up along the tower body.

Huo Erqiu Ke waited for a little while longer before pushing open the door and continuing to climb to the top of the tower.

Soon, everyone arrived at the top of the tower and saw at a glance the huge soul flame within the magic array, as large as a washbasin.

A normal undead creature's soul flame is only the size of a fist; this relay spirit's soul flame was at least a hundred times that of an ordinary undead creature.

Negris understood the relay spirit's operating method at a glance: "So that's how it is. No wonder it has such high intensity."

Huo Erqiu Ke was stunned: "How what?"

Negris smiled mysteriously without answering. This was a good method. Using this method, Ang could also create such a powerful spirit body. How could he tell others casually?

Huo Erqiu Ke didn't press for an answer. Anyway, his only thought now was to complete the handover as soon as possible; he wasn't interested in anything else, so he took a step forward.

Just then, a ball was thrown in through the window, landed next to the relay spirit, and exploded violently. A will rushed out and imprinted itself on the already sleeping relay spirit.

Everyone was stunned by this turn of events. Ang was the first to react, swooshing out of the window, only to see an undead floating rapidly toward the bottom of the tower.

Ang didn't say a word, conjured a Burst Fireball, and shot it over.

The undead manifested his form, a look of astonishment on his face. He probably hadn't expected Ang's reaction to be so fast.

However, seeing Ang's Burst Fireball, a trace of doubt and disdain appeared on his face. Doubt because the one casting magic was actually a skeleton—could a skeleton actually learn magic?

Disdain because he was casting magic in front of him? He was an undead magic instructor.

The undead waved his hand lightly, and the incoming Burst Fireball dissipated—Deprivation.

High-level mages can deprive enemies of their control over elements through elemental interference and mental suppression. This technique becomes more effective the further the magic is from the opponent and the closer it is to oneself.

"Unexpectedly, a mentally challenged skeleton like you can actually learn magic. Who is your teacher?" the undead asked curiously.

Ang tilted his head: "None."

"No teacher? Then who did you learn magic from?" The undead was even more interested in Ang's teacher. Being able to let a skeleton learn magic was simply an incredible feat.

"Self-taught," Ang replied truthfully.

The undead seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world: "Hahaha, you don't even dare to say who taught you magic? Self-taught? A mentally challenged skeleton like you can create magic? Then I am the God of Truth! Let a real mage teach you what magic is."

The undead was enraged by Ang's answer. He reached out and wiped in front of him, and a batch of Burst Fireballs, exactly the same as the ones Ang had cast earlier, appeared in front of the undead.

From this, it could be seen that this undead's magic level was indeed no joke. He didn't cast the fourth-level standard Burst Fireball, but a second-level compressed small-sized Burst Fireball.

Having only taken one of Ang's moves, he was able to perfectly replicate it, which showed his extremely high magical attainments.

He wanted to use the same Burst Fireball to blast this skeleton, who lied without blinking, into pieces. Although this was a very rare skeleton that had learned magic, that was no capital for it to lie. Self-created magic?

He was already a magic instructor and hadn't even created magic himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the undead saw Ang make the exact same movement as him, wiping his palm in front of him, and wiping out a row of Burst Fireballs.