Chapter 392

Ang kept farming until late at night. Albert had long since been unable to hold on and had fallen asleep, full of questions. He probably wouldn't be able to figure out in his entire life why the resurrected Lord Holy Spirit would be obsessed with farming.

After finishing his work, Ang found a remote place, activated the Earth-Splitting Art with his feet, and soon sank into the sand, burying himself.

In unfamiliar places, skeletons like to bury themselves; it's safer.

After burying himself properly, Ang's consciousness retracted. After a migration that felt very long, Ang returned to his own body.

"Kubada! You finally decided to come back. I thought you were dead." A crowd of people swarmed around, with Negris's voice being the most prominent.

Ang turned his head to look, and everyone was surrounding him with expressions of concern and inquiry.

"How was it? What did you see when you projected over? Why did you stay so long? If you hadn't activated the Death-Speed Halo, I would have thought you were dead. Did you farm over there? Did you?" Negris asked with rapid-fire speed.

The witch was even more anxious, asking repeatedly: "Did you see His Majesty? Did you see His Majesty? Is His Majesty still alive?"

Ang shook his head: "Luo Ke, soul, shriveled, gray bone, consciousness extinguished."

Everyone was confused, but only Negris understood. He translated: "You mean the node you projected to belongs to Luo Ke? His soul shriveled and his consciousness extinguished? He turned into a gray-bone skeleton?"

Ang nodded hurriedly; this was the way of communication he was familiar with.

"It's Luo Ke? Not His Majesty? How did Luo Ke get over there?" the witch asked in surprise.

"Of course he was summoned by His Majesty. Need you ask? No wonder Luo Ke's body remained in the Palace of Rest. I said it—if he could escape back to the Palace of Rest, how could his soul disappear? So it was his soul that projected over to His Majesty?" Du Luo Ken slapped his thigh and said with annoyance.

The witch murmured with some disappointment: "Why did His Majesty summon Luo Ke over? Why not summon me? Am I not the child he trusts most?"

The Great Sage took the opportunity to wrap his arm around the witch's shoulder and comforted her softly: "Because you have a more important mission: to guard His Majesty's body."

"Oh, right, I almost forgot. My mission is more important." The witch's spirits lifted.

"And then? Where did you go? What things were there? Were there people? How many? Why did you farm? What kind of land? How big?..." Negris continued to ask, using leading questions.

This was the communication method Ang was most familiar with. He didn't have to think about what to say; he just answered whatever Negris asked. Even if he popped out words one by one, Negris could understand. It was simply too comfortable.

After the exchange, everyone was stunned by the information Ang revealed.

"The Starburst Array of the Endless Star Power of the warlocks? What warlocks? Alchemists?"

"The Starburst Method, could it be the weapon that fires starburst energy to blast us to death?"

"Undead Empire? The Undead Empire established by His Majesty? You didn't ask, right? You didn't ask anything? What did you go there for, farming? Oh my, I want to strangle you."

Negris complained incessantly, wishing he could strangle this skeleton: "Project back immediately, find that what's-his-name Albert, right? Ask clearly. Do you know what to ask? I'll make you a list."

"You, come with me," Ang said.

"Ah? Me? You have a way to bring me along? I've tried; I can't attach myself to your consciousness," Negris said.

Ang didn't explain; he grabbed the Little Yellow Book and stuffed it into the Palace of Rest.

However, immediately after, Negris's consciousness projected onto him, and he said hurriedly: "Wait a moment. In the current situation, we might have to stay here for a long time. There is no death aura or energy here. Leave a little more for them."

The witch waved her hand: "No need, no need. That bag of soul crystals just now allowed me to fully recover. I can last another thousand years..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ang flipped out a dozen bags of soul crystals and threw them aside. The witch couldn't help but pounce on them, changing her tune: "I want to lie on them and sleep."

With massive amounts of soul crystals, who would want to suffer? For the past thousand years, the witch had basically survived by sleeping.

"Also, when Ang activates the Death-Speed Halo, it is released from the body. I don't know if other divine arts will be the same. We'll test it later. You guys keep an eye on it. If there is a divine art effect, we can use divine arts for simple communication."

After giving instructions, Ang pressed his hand back onto the shoulder of the Black Crystal Body, transferred his consciousness, and then projected.

After projecting to the other side, Ang concentrated his spirit and reached out to grab.

An unprecedented resistance came from his hand. With a forceful tug, he pulled out a Brass Book.

Negris said in shock: "You can actually pull things out of the Palace of Rest? How did you do that? So magical? You are in a projection state right now; this skeleton shouldn't have the ability to penetrate the Palace of Rest."

Ang replied: "Concentrate spirit, can see, grab."

"Grab again and show me," Negris said hurriedly.

Ang shook his head: "Spirit chaotic, half an hour, can grab again."

"You can't concentrate your spirit right now, and it takes about half an hour to recover?" Negris understood.

Ang nodded, feeling a sense of relief and stability in his heart.

Negris looked at the ground and said: "Yellow soil desert, loose structure, lack of water, sparse vegetation. I estimate this desert can't support many people."

He looked at the sky again and saw the huge man-made object hanging there: "That must be the Starburst Array of the Endless Star Power, right? Built by warlocks? Let's go, let's go, find that Albert and ask what kind of warlocks."

"By the way, hold me in your hand. Don't speak later; I'll do the talking, you just coordinate your mouth to open and close," Negris said.

"Good." Ang agreed hurriedly. Great, he didn't have to think of questions himself.

Walking toward the cave, just as they reached the entrance, Albert ran out sneakily, pressing his arms tightly against his chest, where there was a bulging protrusion.

Running head-on into Ang, Albert's face turned pale instantly, his legs went weak, and he plopped onto the ground: "I... I... I found some gifts to honor you, my lord."

"Yo-ho? You can even collude and bribe? Didn't you say he only had one Chain of Greed?" Negris whispered.

Ang tilted his head in confusion.

Walking in front of Albert, he had already taken out the things from his chest and held them high above his head. They were all gold ornaments, with no magical fluctuations; their only use was to be sold for money.

Negris emitted a majestic voice: "What are you doing with these things!"

Albert shuddered violently and said mournfully: "No... no bread left, hungry, I... I wanted to take some to exchange for bread."

With one roar from Negris, he confessed everything, not daring to babble about honoring anyone anymore.

Perhaps to increase his persuasiveness, his stomach even rumbled.

Although he had asked Ang before, the fact that the Church of Light here was doing so miserably still exceeded Negris's imagination.

A tomb keeper of a stone chamber holy tomb, actually so poor that he had to steal burial items to sell just to exchange for bread?

But these gold ornaments must weigh at least a hundred grams, right? How much bread would that buy?

Thinking of this, Negris said: "Lead the way, let's go buy bread. If you are truly doing this to buy bread, then I represent the Lord in forgiving you."

Albert's eyes lit up, and he scrambled to get up. He thought he was done for; he had been caught twice, and Lord Holy Spirit hadn't hacked him?

The cave entrance faced east, but the direction Albert led them was west. Walking west, it was equally desolate desert, just with more low-lying shrubs.

Walking along the way, Negris took the opportunity to ask: "Albert, that thing in the sky, you said it was built by warlocks. What kind of warlocks?"

"Returning to my lord, it is a collective term for alchemists, elemental warlocks, potion warlocks, void warlocks, and so on," Albert replied.

And so on? That system must be very vast.

"What about the church? Why did it become like this? Can't they even afford the money to buy you bread?" Negris asked.

Speaking of this, Albert was heartbroken and sighed: "Yes, the church is getting worse year by year. Fewer and fewer people believe, and offerings are becoming fewer. Everyone has gone to believe in the Undead God. I don't know the specific situation. I was chosen as a tomb keeper since I was a child, always guarding this secret stone chamber cemetery, and I have never left the Yellow Soil Desert."

Chatting while walking, Negris obtained a lot of information from Albert.

The most powerful force in this plane is the Undead Empire, established over a thousand years ago. Over a thousand years ago, there was no Undead Empire at all; the most powerful forces at the time were the Warlock Alliance and the Church of Light.

The Church of Light was a force formed by pious believers who worshipped Light, while the Warlock Alliance was formed by atheists. The two sides stood in opposition, and neither could do anything to the other.

Until one day, the warlocks invented the Starburst Array. All the gods of the Church of Light fell overnight, and the Warlock Alliance and the Church of Light engaged in a fierce war.

During the war that lasted for decades, suddenly one day, some dead corpses stood up and launched an attack on the Church of Light.

These corpses became more numerous the more they fought. Everywhere they went, they resurrected all the dead corpses of the past, surging in all directions like a tide.

The Warlock Alliance was stunned. They had never seen organized, moving corpses; this didn't fit their worldview.

But the Church of Light's reaction was very swift, as if they knew what these things were. They reacted quickly: all skeletons must have their heads hacked off, all zombies must have their hearts hacked to pieces, and Light divine arts also had additional damage against undead creatures.

Relying on city walls and passes, humans resisted the attacks of the undead creatures. From then on, the wilderness became the world of undead creatures, and the cities were packed with humans.

Originally, if things had continued like this, a large number of humans would have starved to death; the crowded cities simply couldn't support so many people. But unexpectedly, a few days later, someone approached outside the city—it was those who hadn't managed to escape into the city in time.

Carefully pulling them up from the city walls, everyone received shocking news from these people's mouths—undead creatures do not attack ordinary people.

Some people who weren't afraid of death went out to test it, and sure enough, undead creatures do not attack ordinary people. During the day, they dig holes in dry places to sleep, and at night, they crawl out to wander around. If you don't run around outside the city at night, you won't even run into them.

Occasionally, when digging holes, if you accidentally dig into them, the skeletons will only stare at you with two empty eye sockets, then impatiently rake the surrounding soil and bury themselves again.

The only things they attack are those who wear Light armor and robes and use Light divine arts. As soon as they run into them, they immediately crawl out of the ground with a clatter, from all directions, fearless of death, until they drown the other party.

Hearing this, Negris couldn't help but slap his thigh in admiration and said to Ang in his soul: "Wonderful, His Majesty's move is too wonderful. It directly divided humans and the Church of Light into two groups."

"Humans aren't necessarily all from the church, nor are they necessarily pious believers. Either they are trapped in the city and starve to death, or they hide their identities and come out to farm, do business, and live. As long as they take the step of hiding their identities, even the most pious believers will, through subtle influence, get used to a life without the church."

"As time goes by, they will discover that they can live very well without the church. The church will lose its foundation of faith and will never be able to recover. Wonderful, simply wonderful." Negris praised incessantly.

After walking for over an hour, the two arrived at a rock pillar area, where some weathered rocks stood on the ground like pillars.

Albert identified carefully, found a rock pillar, and dug out a package from the pile of stones at the bottom of the pillar.

"My lord, you must take off your armor, otherwise it will attract many bounty hunters." While speaking, he took off his own priest's robe and changed into a hunter's outfit, wrapping his head and face, leaving only his eyes exposed.

Then he handed Ang a black robe, but there was nothing to cover his face.

Ang changed into the black robe, and Negris took the opportunity to ask: "No mask or anything? Won't people be scared if they see this?"

"No, it's a Gray-Bone Priest, after all. Covering the face is what attracts attention," Albert said: "My lord, absolutely, absolutely do not reveal any power or symbols related to Light. Although it is very remote here, bounty hunters are everywhere. Be very careful."

Skeletons don't attract attention if they don't cover their faces, but covering their faces attracts attention? What kind of logic is that?

Passing through the rock pillar area, it wasn't long before they arrived at a small town. Walking into the town, Negris understood what he meant.

Half of the moving things in the entire town were undead creatures.

At the town gate, two Gray-Bone Skeleton guards were carrying spears, hanging themselves on the railings, boredly snapping their finger bones off, reattaching them, snapping them off, reattaching them.

Seeing someone approach, they raised their heads. Seeing Albert, they had no reaction. Seeing Ang, they were startled, scrambled down from the railings in a flurry, and stood at attention.

Not until Ang entered the town did they relax and hang themselves back up.

Negris was shocked: "Are Gray-Bone Skeletons this smart? They have wisdom? They actually have wisdom?"

Negris had only seen one Gray-Bone Skeleton with wisdom, and that was Ang. How could the two Gray-Bone Skeletons guarding the gate have such human-like actions?

However, he did confirm one thing: this so-called Undead Empire must have been established by the Undead Monarch, because he saw the scene of humans and undead creatures coexisting harmoniously in the town, which was exactly the same as before the World Transit Station stopped turning.

Albert exchanged the gold ornaments at the fastest speed, bought a large bag of black bread that was as hard as a rock, and then left the town.

"You bought so much black bread, when are you going to finish eating it?" Negris asked in confusion.

Black bread is thick and hard, and tastes terrible, but it's super filling. Basically, one piece of black bread, toasted and crushed, mixed into soup, is enough for a family of five to eat for a day.

This large bag Albert bought was enough for him to eat for at least two months.

Albert shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not for me to eat."

Walking outside the town for a few minutes, they arrived at a cave area. A small head poked out of a cave. Seeing Albert, it immediately called out in surprise: "Uncle Albert! Uncle Albert, it's Uncle Albert, Uncle is here, Uncle is okay."

Except for the first exclamation, the rest were shouted into the cave. Not long after, five or six children ran out of the cave and ran toward Albert.

Negris asked in confusion: "You repeatedly took things from the stone chamber, was it just to buy food for these children?"

Albert nodded guiltily.

"Then you still think you're greedy?" Negris said in surprise.

Albert was stunned: "Isn't this greed? I took it secretly, and I ate it too."

"Greed, my foot. You're practically a saint, a saint," Negris said.

When Negris spoke, Ang would coordinate by opening and closing his mouth. When Negris repeated "saint," he also felt it was very correct, so he also made a sound: "Saint."

A layer of holy light lit up on Albert's body.