Chapter 342

Nai Ge Li Si had never followed the Undead Legion to fight, so naturally he didn't know what logistics was. He thought undead didn't need logistics.

"You can do without logistics, but good logistics is combat power. You can't fight halfway and go back to sleep before coming to fight again, right?" Du Luo Ken said.

"Makes sense. Harvey and the Great Sage in the Land of Sinking lack logistics. If they had sufficient Soul Crystals, the continuous offensive could tire humans to the point of peeing blood," Nai Ge Li Si agreed very much.

Taking advantage of their conversation, the little zombie and little angel had already lifted all the tents, revealing the boxes inside. Ang's eyes swept over them, and the Ring of Scales weighed them at the same time, quickly obtaining the specific quantity.

"Nine hundred boxes, one hundred thousand per box, ninety million." Ang said.

"Got rich, got rich." Nai Ge Li Si said excitedly.

Ang now has about one million believers, belonging to the God of Immortality, the Beauty God, or the stolen part of the Church of Light believers and Harvest believers.

The faith elemental power offered by each person per day is about one-fifth of a Soul Crystal. Of course, this is averaged. Some people have more, some have less, like Ouke, who has dozens every day.

More people are casual, sometimes more, sometimes less, sometimes none. After all, gods are spiritual sustenance, not the whole of life. Working hard every day, where is there time to offer prayers.

In this regard, the Church of Light handles it better. You must pray before every meal. Under the stimulation of the smell of food, faith is also more devout.

As for the other few godheads, even the rituals are relatively few. Without continuous stimulation, the devotion of most believers is sliding.

For example, the Goddess of Harvest. During the month of the Harvest Festival, the soul flames are very abundant every day, but after the Harvest Festival, the number of soul flames will continue to fall, falling to the bottom until the sowing season and harvest season of next year.

Before the harvest, people can't remember the Goddess of Harvest.

Adding them all up, Ang harvests about two hundred thousand Soul Crystals every day. The "Soul Crystal" here is just a unit of measurement. What everyone offers is not physical objects.

These ninety million Soul Crystals are equivalent to Ang's income for four hundred and fifty days. It is indeed getting rich, getting rich overnight.

"There is one, strange thing." Ang pointed to a box that was larger than the Soul Crystal box in the pile of boxes in the distance.

When opened, it was a vertical windmill-like thing.

"Du Luo Ken, you made this, right? What is it?" Nai Ge Li Si looked for a while and didn't recognize what it was, so he had to turn his head and ask.

"Witch Windmill. I didn't make this, the witch made it. It can collect soul energy in the nearby space and refine Soul Crystals," Du Luo Ken said.

Nai Ge Li Si widened his eyes in shock: "Refine Soul Crystals? Can Soul Crystals also be refined by machines?"

Du Luo Ken spread his hands: "I also want to know. The things the witch made never make sense. You have to ask her to know how she did it."

"Where can I find her to ask? I can't even find a bone. How about we start the windmill and see how it refines it?" Nai Ge Li Si suggested.

Du Luo Ken shook his head: "I don't know either. The witch's methods have always been very strange, without a fixed routine, and sometimes she sets traps. Don't move it randomly. If you get it wrong, it will blow you to the sky."

Nai Ge Li Si, who wanted to use his small claw to turn the windmill at the top, hurriedly hid his hand behind his back.

"Then what to do? Can't just throw it here, right? Equipment that can refine Soul Crystals, if it can be started, wouldn't we have endless Soul Crystals?" Nai Ge Li Si said with a heartache.

"That wouldn't happen. Soul energy is not endless. After refining the Soul Crystals here, it will stop."

Speaking of this, Du Luo Ken paused and said: "As for whether it can be started, you can look for it. The witch likes to prepare maintenance workers for her things. See if there are any constructed engineers wrapped in oil paper nearby."

Constructed engineer? Nai Ge Li Si was stunned. He looked around suspiciously and found an oil paper package buried in the ground next to the box. When opened, it was actually an intact humanoid construct.

The humanoid construct is only about 1.6 meters tall, humanoid, has four hands, a tool belt around its waist, with a circle of tools hanging in it, and glasses on its face. The left lens is a convex lens, which seems to have the effect of magnification.

This style, no need to ask, is an engineer.

Nai Ge Li Si turned back to look at Du Luo Ken. How should this constructed engineer be started?

"I know this. Turn it over. Do you see the buckle on its back? Look for it in the tool belt on its waist. Find the rocker arm of the mainspring, come, insert it, and stir." Du Luo Ken pointed out.

Stirred for a while, no reaction...

"Could it be that it's out of energy?" Du Luo Ken guessed.

This requires Ang to take action. Ang reached out and pressed on the construct, soul energy poured in, and then Nai Ge Li Si shook it.

The mechanical sound of gears turning sounded inside the construct. Slowly, the construct's eyes lit up, and then with a 'beep', the construct moved, stretched out its hands to support the ground, and slowly stood up by itself.

Slowly turning its head, the construct's eyes swept across everyone in front of it. When it saw Du Luo Ken, it made a mechanical sound: "Lord Du Luo Ken."

When it turned to Ang, it made a mechanical sound: "A skeleton."

"A corpse dragon, a zombie, an angel... beep beep beep, alarm alarm, angel discovered, angel discovered." The gaze moved around everyone, and finally landed on the little angel. This construct immediately sounded the alarm.

The little angel puffed her cheeks, opened her light wings with a brush, but before the holy light shone, she was picked up by Ang.

"Ow!"

"Ow!" The little angel was unconvinced, pointing her small hand at the construct.

"Ow! Ow!"

The little angel pouted, turned around, squatted on the ground, and poked the ground angrily.

Du Luo Ken moved over, lifted his cloak, and blocked the little angel.

Unable to see the little angel, the construct's alarm stopped, and its gaze continued to move.

Nai Ge Li Si couldn't help but lean over and whisper: "How can this thing be so stupid? Why can't it bury a smarter one? Just burying any undead wouldn't be this stupid."

"Are you crazy?" Du Luo Ken was shocked: "This thing is buried in the ground as a backup. Burying a soul in the ground is equivalent to imprisonment, right? If the King knows, he will barbecue your soul."

"Oh oh oh, right right right, I thought wrong. Imprisoning a soul in place is too cruel. Also wrong, if you imprison Ang in the farm, he would probably be very happy." Nai Ge Li Si hurriedly apologized.

He is not a native undead, so sometimes he didn't react. If a ghost were really sealed in a construct, wouldn't it be equivalent to disguised imprisonment? This is something that cannot be tolerated in undead morality.

Even the God-Guarding Construct only has consciousness in Paitexi. It's not that others can't have consciousness, but staying in the same place for a long time is too cruel, which is equivalent to disguised imprisonment for an immortal soul.

"Witch Windmill—Inspection—Intact—Start." At this time, the construct also discovered the Witch Windmill, immediately strode closer, inspected it, and when it found it was still good, it pulled out the force arm used to wind the mainspring from its back and inserted it into the windmill.

"Uh, it's that simple?" Nai Ge Li Si was surprised.

Du Luo Ken was also very surprised: "Seems like it."

With the rotation of the force arm, the windmill's fan blades also began to rotate. When it started to rotate, everyone discovered that the fan blades seemed to be hollow. It couldn't catch the wind, but it caught "other things" in the air.

When the fan blades operated to the extreme, the construct stopped. It didn't need to shake the force arm anymore, the windmill could rotate by itself.

The fan blades refined soul energy from the air, providing energy for the windmill, allowing it to operate continuously until there was a surplus, and then it would condense into Soul Crystals.

Thirty seconds later, with a crisp sound, something seemed to fall out of the windmill's base.

When opened, it was actually a Soul Crystal.

"Can it really refine Soul Crystals? How did it do it?" Nai Ge Li Si looked at the Soul Crystal and tried to penetrate the windmill with his thoughts.

However, just like at the beginning, the windmill's core used materials that shield the soul, and Nai Ge Li Si's thoughts couldn't scan the situation inside.

"How about taking it apart and looking?"

"Okay, okay, I've wanted to see it for a long time."

"Forget it, forget it, it won't be good if it can't be assembled."

After chatting for a few sentences, I heard a ding-dong sound again.

As more and more Soul Crystals were refined, Nai Ge Li Si also calculated the speed: "It takes about thirty seconds to refine a Soul Crystal."

"This is related to the concentration of soul energy in the space. As the concentration decreases, this speed will also slow down," Du Luo Ken said.

"Not slow. Sigh, how did the witch do it? What kind of existence is this witch? How did I forget her?" Nai Ge Li Si lamented.

Don't look at the refining speed of the Witch Windmill, thirty seconds per crystal, one hundred and twenty per hour, less than three thousand per day without stopping. But what is soul energy? This is a power at the level of belief, the same thing as faith elemental power.

That is to say, the witch used this instrument to do what only gods can do. It can refine Soul Crystals here, so if it is placed in the Church, can it refine holy crystals?

Eh, good idea, can try.

"Ang, how about we..." Nai Ge Li Si turned his head and was startled. The boxes behind him were all gone, and Ang was holding the little angel in his left hand and the Archangel's Staff in his right hand.

"Ow" Ang gestured with the Archangel's Staff.

The little angel was angry, kicked her legs: "Ow!"

Ang poked the Archangel's Staff on the ground and gestured with his fist: "Ow!"

The little angel pointed her small hand at the Archangel's Staff: "Ow—"

Only then did Ang let her go.

The little angel hugged the Archangel's Staff and quickly became high-spirited. The unhappiness just now had been thrown into the abyss. Grabbing the staff, she waved it, and with a slap, she slapped the little zombie who came over to watch flying.

"Ow!" The little zombie was angry, condensed a shield, and rammed over.

The little angel waved the Archangel's Staff and fought with the little zombie.

Not long after, the little angel walked back dejectedly with the broken Archangel's Staff, followed by the little zombie who had been beaten into a pig's head.

"Ow!" The little angel raised the two broken pieces of the Archangel's Staff in front of Du Luo Ken.

"Ah? Why is it broken? Did you take it to smash stones? This can be knocked broken? No, no, I won't repair it anymore, I'm exhausted." Du Luo Ken was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly.

The little angel tilted her head, her eyes turned, and she plucked a feather from behind her back and raised it in front of Du Luo Ken.

"Uh, the angel feather of a four-winged angel, no, no, how can I want your angel feather? Not very good." Although he said it was not good, his hands were not slow. His palm wiped over, and the angel feather disappeared.

"Fine, leave it here, come and get it in half an hour." Du Luo Ken said.

Nai Ge Li Si retreated into the Palace of Rest and found those missing boxes: "This dead skeleton is really fast. Alright, just put them away."

Just after finishing, a withered bone skeleton walked over from a distance, and Flash Feiti's voice sounded on it: "Eh, these boxes look familiar. Have I seen them somewhere?"

"This is the Palace of Rest. What don't you look familiar with? These boxes have been here for a long time," Nai Ge Li Si bluffed.

"Oh right, alright, I'm done shopping. Nothing has changed here, it's the same as before. The King's palace can't be opened, and the God-Guarding Emperor in front of the palace is gone too," Flash Feiti said.

"God-Guarding Emperor?! What is that?" Nai Ge Li Si asked.

"The King's Palace God-Guarding Emperor." Flash Feiti said, and sent an image with his thoughts.

It was a huge steel statue, standing in front of the main hall door, holding a sword in both hands on the ground, expressionless.

Nai Ge Li Si was shocked. He had never seen this thing. There was this thing at the main hall door?

The Brass Book flew to the front of the main hall, the position of the image Flash Feiti sent, and at this moment it was empty. That huge statue, estimated to be ten meters high, had disappeared, and even the traces on the ground were covered by weeds.

If Flash Feiti hadn't said it, no one would know that there was once a steel statue here.

That statue was actually the God-Guarding Emperor, and its level was clearly higher than the teleportation array's God-Guarding.

After asking, Du Luo Ken said in shock: "That statue is a God-Guarding? I didn't make it. I thought it was just a statue. Flash Feiti wouldn't remember it wrong, right?"

Nai Ge Li Si whispered: "Ang, you stuff the Witch Windmill in, put it further away, and then take Flash Feiti out. Don't let him see the windmill, lest he shout later that it's his. These are all properties of the Undead Empire and belong to the Palace of Rest."

"Oh." Ang stuffed the Witch Windmill in as ordered, and then took Flash Feiti out.

Facing Du Luo Ken's questioning, Flash Feiti shook his head: "Won't remember wrong, I fought it, couldn't beat it."

"Pfft..." Lord of Mourning, couldn't beat the God-Guarding Emperor? Ku Ba Da, that statue is so terrifying?

Seems right. Guarding the Undead King's palace, how can you do it without some strength? Where did such a powerful God-Guarding Emperor go?

"The family wealth of the Undead Empire is really thick." Nai Ge Li Si couldn't help but sigh.

Why, why is the one inheriting the legacy not me! Dog-shit-luck skeleton! Nai Ge Li Si's expression became distorted.

They were chatting, but Ang was observing the surroundings. At this time, he suddenly pointed to the horizon in the distance and said: "This place is like the Heavenly Kingdom."