Chapter 312: So that's how the Undead Movement is sung

Spirit of the undead and the undying soul, crossing the river of the afterlife, the wind of rest is the clamor of yesterday, the darkness ahead is the future, break the darkness, the new world of eternal life, break the darkness, endless sinking...

"What kind of ghost lyrics are these? Full of moaning and groaning, sorrow and melancholy, as if saying something, yet as if saying nothing at all, and it's contradictory. Break the darkness, yet endless sinking. Break the darkness, isn't that endless light? Good fellow, endless light, change it a bit and it becomes a holy hymn of light."

Negris complained with an expression as if his eyes had been stung.

On the side, the one with the most musical cells... Waniya, yes, Waniya, the Tauren cook, she was actually the creature with the most musical cells under Ang, and she sang well because she liked to hum when she cooked.

And she was full of energy, with a loud voice and a wide vocal range, from the war songs of the dwarves to the high notes of the castrati, she could sing a segment.

Of course, the one with the best musical level was the castrato singer Sanglide, who was created out of nothing by Ang, but he wasn't here.

No way, the level was just like this, so they could only drive the ducks to the shelves. Waniya said: "Maybe it's for the sake of rhyme. Let me try—Spirit of the undead—cough cough—and the undying... No, Lord Nage, the rhyme doesn't match, can't sing it up."

Negris pondered for a while and said: "Could it be that this isn't a song for undead creatures, so it has to be sung in the undead common language? Uh, do undead creatures have a common language?"

Everyone looked at each other, and finally looked at Ang in unison.

Ang tilted his head and opened his mouth: "Ao—"

Boom! All the undead creatures present felt their souls struck by lightning. It didn't matter what syllables Ang sang; what mattered was the fluctuation at the soul level.

The soul fluctuation expanded, and everyone clearly felt as if war drums like thunder were beating, and ethereal singing came~

Spirit of the undead—

And the undying soul—

Crossing the river of the afterlife—

Everyone felt their souls accelerating, their attention focused as never before, and raging fighting spirit rising in their souls...

"So, the Undead Movement is sung with the soul. The soul is the common language," Negris muttered.

The wind of rest is the clamor of yesterday, the darkness ahead is the future—

When Ang sang this part, everyone felt they had returned to the Abyss of Rest. All around was the howling wind, and ahead was endless darkness. But strangely, everyone didn't have the irritability of being in the wind of rest before, but instead had a kind of tranquility and peace like listening to raindrops by the window.

That howling wind was like a hand comforting the soul, soothing their raging fighting spirit.

"Kubada, what a strange contrast. The general meaning of the lyrics isn't like this, so why is it this feeling when sung? The singing of the soul..."

Break the darkness, the new world of eternal life, break the darkness, endless sinking—

The lyrics entered the most contradictory place. After breaking the darkness, it was endless sinking. Originally, it was incomparably strange, but when singing here, Negris felt his soul had a strong sense of falling, as if it were going to sink endlessly.

But soon, he felt a certain force supporting his soul.

Two opposite forces made his soul fire shrink into a ball.

Boom! Raging soul flames erupted from Negris's body. Not just him, the little zombie was the same, and in the distant mountains and forests, two points of light also lit up.

"This... my Soul Heart has condensed?" Negris said in shock.

His brass young dragon shell was essentially an undead shell, with soul fire inside, but no consciousness. Negris projected his consciousness onto the brass dragon, controlling it to move.

Because there was no need to fight, Negris didn't care much about the soul strength of the brass dragon. Anyway, he couldn't beat anyone. Being stronger was meaningless; it was enough to use.

Now, under the resonance of the two parts of the Undead Movement, the soul fire of the brass dragon had actually condensed into a Soul Heart.

The Soul Heart is the symbol of high-level undead creatures. Undead creatures at this stage are called Golden Skeleton, Iron-Skin Zombie, Lich King, Undead Saint, and Black Warrior Emperor, respectively.

"Hey, the soul of the body has only been two years, and it can already upgrade to a Soul Heart? I haven't slept or tempered it much." Negris suddenly thought of a question.

From soul fire to Soul Heart requires a very long time. For example, Feilin still doesn't have a Soul Heart, and he has been a lich for over a thousand years.

However, liches generally study magic, and magic level determines their strength. Soul strength only affects recovery speed.

It wasn't just him; the little zombie also condensed. Originally, he was going to let it wear the Voice of Wailing necklace to accelerate its improvement. Unexpectedly, Ang sang two songs and settled it. This Undead Movement is actually an upgrade accelerator.

Except for the two of them who upgraded, the souls of the other undead creatures also condensed a lot, and all had made great progress.

"I understand. This 'sinking' isn't the meaning we understand, but shrinking inward, endless shrinking, sinking inward—isn't that the state of the Soul Heart?" Negris suddenly realized.

Lu Se pulled Negris: "I understand everything you said, but what are those two things?" While speaking, he pointed to the two points of light in the forest.

Just at this moment, an ethereal singing voice came from the direction of the points of light.

"I have stopped breathing—"

"But I am not dead—"

"Soul fire replaces life, must escape before the dawn sunlight arrives—"

Everyone's heart was shocked. This time, it wasn't just undead creatures; even living beings like Lu Se and Flash felt shocked.

Flash muttered: "What a beautiful singing voice? I feel my soul has been touched. Who is singing?"

Everyone turned their eyes to the distant forest. When Ang sang just now, soul flames ignited on Negris and the little zombie, and the two points of light in the distance were almost ignited at the same time.

"I only have myself left—"

"Friends and family have all left me—"

"Drape the cloak of night over my body—"

"Cover the secret that my skin has already rotted—"

Miss Lisha pressed her heart suddenly. This lyric sang directly into her heart.

I only have myself left, friends and family have left me far away, wrapped in thick clothes, covering the secret that my skin has already withered.

When she first reincarnated as a lich, watching her skin wither day by day, Miss Lisha was so anxious she wanted to explode. Extreme regret and anger gave her a strong impulse to hit people and destroy things.

Thanks to Feilin, who bore all her venting and accompanied and comforted her until time wore everything away.

In order not to become ugly, Miss Lisha tried countless methods, even not hesitating to stretch and stick her skin flat.

The singing voice that struck the soul was like heavy hammers, smashing into everyone's hearts. Everyone's emotions became low and depressed.

Only Ang and a few others were a bit dazed. Why was everyone sad? The little sapling hurriedly sent enthusiastic information: Hard—grow—hard—grow—wanting to restore everyone's vitality.

Unfortunately, its enthusiasm couldn't offset the touch of the singing voice on the soul.

Oh~ where should I go? My body is already full of maggots—

Oh~ where should I go? I am full of doubts about the world—

The cessation of breathing is not the end of life, the peace of the soul is the beginning of death—

Oh~ where should I go? The soul is at peace— (Where the wind of rest blows)

Ah~ (Undead creatures are born here)

Ah~ (This scene is engraved in my memory)

Negris couldn't help but say in shock: "God, there's even harmony. Too professional. I know what these two are—banshees. Why are they here?"

No one paid attention to Negris's muttering. Everyone was immersed in this beautiful singing voice. The chorus part was about to come.

The singing voice gradually became cheerful.

Come, baby, congratulations on your eternal life—

Release your energy—

Ignite your soul flame—

Cast aside all shackles, let you become a brand new self—

Everyone was immersed in the beautiful singing voice, their bodies couldn't help but rhythmically move. Flash even kicked and stepped, dancing lightly. If he were to participate in a dressage competition, it would be hard not to win the championship.

Recovering from the singing voice, everyone walked toward the two points of light. Closer, everyone saw clearly that they were two spirits.

Those two spirits also came to meet them, but after seeing Ang's combination, they hesitated, looking like they wanted to turn around and run.

"Don't run, don't run, I'm dead, not alive," Negris hurriedly took two steps faster, revealing his Soul Heart, and flew toward the two spirits.

The two spirits hurriedly saluted Negris, and then asked in confusion: "But you..."

"Magic, a kind of magic. I'll find a corpse to try for you later. By the way, you are banshees, right? Why are you here?" Negris asked.

The two banshees looked at each other and shook their heads: "I am Duoli, this is Duomi. We don't know why we are here either. We seem to have been here for many years, wandering in a daze, until just now, a voice woke us up. Who woke us up?"

The two banshees scanned everyone, and finally fell on Ang. Without saying anything, they recognized Ang's aura, knelt down solemnly and said: "Thank you for giving us a new life."

Ang tilted his head.

"Get up, get up. By the way, are there only the two of you? What about the other banshees? You are from the Howling Opera Troupe, right? You banshees have always acted collectively. Why are there only the two of you left?" Negris asked.

The two banshees looked at each other and shook their heads: "We don't know either. We only remember the Witch saying: The storm of the soul is coming, sleep, hope you still have a day to wake up. Then it's been until now. But before this, we seem to have been wandering on this land."

"Soul storm? What soul storm? Where is the Witch?" Negris asked urgently.

God, it's not easy. Finally, I heard something different from these banshees. What is a soul storm? Can't even the Witch bear it? Why let them sleep? Can sleep resist the soul storm?

However, the expressions of the two banshees had turned cold, looking at him angrily: "Dare to call the Witch's name directly? What a bold lizard!"

One of the banshees subconsciously wanted to open her mouth, but glanced at Ang and held back. It is estimated that if it weren't for Ang, she would have given this bold brass dragon a fear spell.

"Uh, it's me, it's me, God of Knowledge, Huang Tong Book, Ang, move me out." Among the people in the Undead Empire qualified to call the Witch directly, he at least counted as one.

Ang moved the Huang Tong Book out, scaring the two banshees into kneeling down hurriedly: "Greetings, Lord God of Knowledge, we didn't know it was you, please don't blame us."

Negris naturally wouldn't care about them and continued to ask: "Where is the Witch? Where did the Witch go? Why are you here?"

The two banshees looked at each other and shook their heads: "We were invited by humans at the time to attend a music festival. On the way back, the Witch seemed to have received some information, frowning, and finally stopped directly, letting us enter sleep, saying something about a soul storm. After we regained our sanity, we saw you. We don't know where the Witch went either."

Disappointed. It seems impossible to ask for more key information from these two banshees. It might also be because of this that Duchess Mei Sha picked up the lead banshee's Voice of Wailing here. It's possible that other banshees also existed in this area.

But over a thousand years have passed. Some might have unluckily dissipated, some were eliminated and purified by humans, and some were sun-dried to death. All are possible.

"Forget it, forget it, let's farm. Maybe other banshees are also nearby. Let's look for them while farming," Negris said.

Ang hurriedly took out the Great Earth Hammer and threw it to the little angel. The little zombie, whose soul had been upgraded by one level, condensed two large hoes, and a group of people rushed out.

Negris turned to the two banshees and asked: "What about you? Do you want to follow us? If you want to follow, you have to offer a soul vow to Ang."

These two were the Witch's people. Negris couldn't force them to offer a soul vow, but if they were willing, there would be no problem. Even if the Witch wasn't dead, it couldn't be blamed on him.

The two banshees didn't hesitate too much and offered the soul vow. The Undead Movement wasn't something just anyone could sing. Ang could sing it and gave them a new life, so offering their souls was a matter of course.

Especially knowing that it was already a thousand years later, the Undead Empire had perished, and they couldn't even return home, so they could only offer their souls.

However, after offering the soul vow, they were stuffed into the Palace of Rest for a round, and only then did they understand that there were only these few left of the Undead Empire.

Ang took everyone to "happily" reclaim land and grow mushrooms there. Gravel, clean humus soil, humid air, not-too-strong sunlight—Kubada, it was simply a heaven for holy mushrooms to grow.

After Lu Se and the others played for two days, they weren't happy anymore and started slacking off: "So boring. Didn't we say we were coming to help Grandma Miss Lisha kill that Duchy of Uss? Why haven't we come yet?"

As soon as the voice fell, a rush of horse hooves echoed in the mountains and forests. A knight with several scars on his face galloped over, saluted Miss Lisha, and said loudly: "Report, my lord, the Uss people are here."

It was Ke Luo, who had been cured of his disability. After reporting to Miss Lisha, Ke Luo turned to Ang and saluted respectfully.

It was this lord who grabbed his leg, cut it off, shaved it, shaved it straight and aligned like sugarcane, and then reconnected it. Ke Luo couldn't feel any pain throughout the process. After connecting it, he could walk. It was simply a miracle.

However, Miss Lisha looked at the scars on his face and said with disgust: "Ke Luo, don't you really want to treat the scars on your face? It's too ugly."

Ke Luo smiled slightly: "No, they will constantly remind me that making mistakes will lead to serious consequences."

PS: The full text of "Song of the Afterlife" is downstairs, lyrics by: Tu Xiaoying

Thanks to toy5545, Baqi Balangren, for the reward.