Chapter 465: Study hard, wait for them to come and pick you up

Someone didn't want Anthony and Gust to form an alliance.

Two forces probing each other, without a foundation of trust, just a little destruction could cause unbridgeable suspicion, making it impossible to cooperate in the future.

There was no need to do anything, just know which death prison Anthony went to, then rush over, kill all the undead guards, and report it.

Gust would send people down to check. When they saw the Light believers unscathed but the undead guards all dead, the first one they would suspect would definitely be Anthony.

Negris could see at a glance that it was framing and shifting blame because Anthony had always been with them. Gust didn't, and they hadn't even met, lacking a foundation of trust.

Rather than suspecting that there was a traitor framing Anthony, it was better to believe that Anthony did it.

It was just that they didn't expect Ang to come over to check the situation, and then be blocked by the people Gust sent. They didn't expect even more who Gust's people blocked.

"What to do, what to do? Can we beat them? Should we run away first?" Negris was a bit panicked. There were many enemies, and the consciousness seemed very strong.

The little angel turned around and patted her chest: "Ao!"

"Uh, you'll protect me? That's thoughtful of you; I haven't pampered you in vain," Negris said with relief.

Unfortunately, Ang let out an 'Ao' and vetoed her decision, then pulled out her soul and stuffed her body into the Divine Domain.

Negris was treated the same way; his soul was pulled out and his body was stuffed into the Divine Domain. Suddenly, only Ang and the little zombie were left on the scene.

Negris's consciousness hurriedly projected onto Ang, asking in confusion: "What are you doing? Are you two going to fight all of them? Can you win?"

The little angel's consciousness also projected onto Ang, shouting angrily: "Ao!"

Since her birth, this was the first time her soul had been pulled out. Not letting her fight was one thing, but not even letting her watch was infuriating!

Ang said: "Anthony said, pretend to be enemies, don't expose ourselves." As he spoke, he armored up with his Soul Armor and then summoned the Death Scythe.

"Ku Ba Da, you certainly remember Anthony's words very clearly," Negris said angrily.

It had to be said that this was a good idea. The enemies wanted to frame Anthony, but when they came over and saw two undead creatures wearing Soul Armor, with Ang even carrying a Death Scythe, they couldn't frame them even if they wanted to. They couldn't very well say the undead were sent by the Pope of Light, could they?

In the main plane, Anthony had indeed done such things, but here, making others believe it wouldn't be so easy.

The consciousness on the spirit carriage extended over and landed on Ang and the little zombie, asking with some surprise: "Who are you people? Guards? Wasn't it said that the Church of Light was attacking? Where is the Church of Light?"

Ang ignored him and reached out directly; the surrounding soul energy and fragments were all sucked toward Ang's palm.

The consciousness on the spirit carriage suddenly flew into a rage: "Damn it, stop! Trying to destroy the evidence?"

A soul-level attack instantly pierced toward Ang, stabbing into Ang's soul like a needle.

Negris said in shock: "Soul Shock... Beam? Ku Ba Da, a new move!"

Soul Shock is the most commonly used move for undead creatures, but it is also the move with the least variation. It is a contest of soul strength between the two sides, and it's not just about being a little stronger; one must be much stronger for the Soul Shock to be effective.

If the soul strengths of both sides are about the same, then a Soul Shock is equivalent to a malicious greeting, like the kind of greeting that says, "What are you looking at?"

However, what Negris was seeing now was a Soul Shock with variation. The shock was compressed into a beam, stabbing over like a needle. Regardless of whether the effect was good, the style was unprecedented.

He had seen plenty of round wheels, but he had never seen square ones.

Ang tilted his head.

Alright, it was blocked; it had no effect at all.

It was like using the Earth's Holy Hammer to smash a rock; whether it was a small rock or a large one, they both shattered upon being hit, making it impossible to analyze any difference. Therefore, Negris couldn't tell what the difference was between a normal Soul Shock and this shock beam.

The existence on the spirit carriage immediately became cautious, and its consciousness asked: "Who are you people? Why did you kill our guards!"

Not only killing people but also trying to destroy the evidence—Ang gathering all the surrounding soul fragments together was a means of destroying the evidence.

Undead creatures have the ability to extract memories through soul fragments. As long as the soul fragments preserve the memories, they can be extracted even after a long time.

Ang had once collected many fragments of Elf Druids in the Valley of God-Planting and extracted fragmented Druid knowledge from them.

These memories were fragmented and useless to ordinary people, but to an 'old farmer' like Ang with rich practical experience, they were equivalent to filling in his shortcomings.

Now that Ang had collected all the soul fragments, they couldn't even backtrack through the soul fragments anymore.

Ang didn't speak, minding his own business as he gathered the soul fragments in the surroundings. Not only did these undead creatures need to backtrack, but Ang also needed to backtrack to see what had happened.

After finishing everything, the undead cavalry and the spirit carriage were almost there. Ang patted the little zombie's shoulder and pointed forward: "Ao!"

After saying that, he pulled out two teleportation scrolls.

Teleportation scrolls were actually quite precious items. They were backed with silk cloth, lined with dragon skin, used World Tree branches as rollers, and were engraved with very fine magic. In the past, making one was extremely difficult.

But when it came to Ang, he had turned them into cabbages; the quantity was so high that even Xiludi, a master of spatial mysteries, wanted to stock up from him.

Dragon skin was originally very hard to come by; wouldn't one have to slaughter a few dragons? Ang didn't need to; he just cut a piece off Negris's butt and soaked it in essence fluid to let it grow.

The little zombie pushed out with both hands, and a black beam of light shone out.

Some might ask where a black beam of light comes from, but the Death Breath Shockwave had the effect of attracting all the light in the surroundings. Once it was released, the surroundings dimmed, as if black light was shining.

The leading undead cavalryman violently threw his long spear, stabbing toward the Death Breath Shockwave. The entire beam of light was split into two, cracking to both sides.

However, the long spear could only break half of it and was quickly dissipated in the shockwave, but at this moment, a second long spear was thrown, followed by a third.

The three undead cavalrymen exerted force together, forcibly breaking the little zombie's Death Breath Shockwave.

Negris was shocked in his heart: "So strong."

The undead cavalry escorting the spirit carriage were already this strong; who exactly was inside the spirit carriage?

"So strong!" The same thought also popped up in the souls of those three undead cavalrymen. The thrown long spears were their soul armaments, so they had a personal understanding of the intensity of the Death Breath Shockwave.

This was secondary; what shocked them even more was that the enemy on the opposite side had released a Death Breath Shockwave of this intensity without any warning, which was simply outrageous.

The big sucker who taught Ang the Death Breath Shockwave had to cast a spell to mobilize the death aura in an entire area to release this move. The little zombie had no movement at all and released it with a push of his hands, which meant that the little zombie's soul was strong enough to support the release of this move.

The three spear-throwing undead cavalrymen couldn't help but scatter to both sides, giving up the position in front, while simultaneously re-condensing their soul armaments. Without weapons, their combat power would be sharply reduced.

But this was no longer important. At the same time the little zombie released the Death Breath Shockwave, Ang had already torn open the scroll and stuffed it into the little zombie's hand.

Immediately after, he also tore open one.

Intense teleportation fluctuations rippled out. The undead creature in the spirit carriage said angrily: "Trying to run?! Hmph!"

A special fluctuation spread from the spirit carriage, shooting toward the position where Ang was, attempting to interfere with the teleportation scroll.

Ang tilted his head and stood in front of the little zombie; the interfering fluctuations were all blocked by him.

A flash of white light, and the little zombie was teleported away.

Then, his scroll also erupted, and the white light swallowed him as well.

The spirit carriage drove to the teleportation point, and a lich, dripping with jewels and incomparably luxurious, got down from the spirit carriage. Even his teeth were inlaid with gold edges.

Looking at the position where Ang had finally disappeared, the lich examined it for a long time and asked hesitantly: "You all saw my Hand of Interference, right? You saw it, right? Why did he have no reaction?"

The undead cavalrymen looked at each other.

The leading undead cavalryman deliberated for a moment and said: "Perhaps he has some magical item that resists the Hand of Interference."

"What item can resist the Hand of Interference?" the lich muttered to himself: "Spatial Barrier? Guardian Bulwark? Dimensional Beast, huh?"

After muttering for a long time, the lich couldn't be sure which one it was, so he had to put it aside: "Connect the Relay Spirit; I want to report to the Council."

After connecting the Relay Spirit, the lich recounted what had happened here. A voice of doubt came from the other side: "Two undead creatures killed the guards on the island and swept away the soul fragments? Are you sure? Are you sure they were two undead creatures?"

The lich said impatiently: "What do you mean? Are you questioning me? Two undead creatures wearing Soul Armor, one can release a Death Breath Shockwave, one is carrying a Death Scythe, and they even blocked my Soul Shock—what do you think they are? Light's lackeys?"

"No, no, I'm just confirming, confirming," the other side hurriedly appeased.

"Bullshit, you are questioning me, just like when I ask 'Are you impotent?' I already said they were undead creatures, and you still ask—what do you mean?" the lich scolded angrily. As a professional like him, could he still not distinguish whether the target was an undead creature?

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm impotent, I've been impotent for many years, hanging up." The communication was cut off.

The lich stared blankly at the communicator for a long time, then turned his head and asked: "He cursed me; did you all hear it?"

The undead cavalrymen shook their heads in unison.

"He's an undead; he's impotent, my ass. I'm a lich; I'm the one who has that thing. He cursed me," the lich said angrily.

God-Fall Town, the little zombie and Ang emerged from the teleportation array one after another.

They took out Negris and the little angel's bodies and guided their souls back in. Because the Divine Domain had a sterilization effect, they still had to treat the bodies, otherwise, they would lose hair or scales.

"What about Gadeligo?" Negris asked.

Gadeligo was still above Death Prison Island. After Ang and the others landed, it flew to a higher altitude to keep watch.

"Dragon Island, pick up the Water Dragon," Ang said.

"Uh, Duoluo Ke is a Gold Dragon, not a Water Dragon," Negris corrected.

Ang tilted his head: "Can't fly, can swim, Water Dragon."

"Alright, that makes sense. Water Dragon it is. This counts as naming this sub-dragon species," Negris sighed and changed the subject: "That lich just now seemed to have released the Hand of Interference; why did the teleportation scroll have no reaction?"

Ang pointed to his heart: "Protection."

"Oh, right, you have too many good things; I almost forgot you still have a Godhead on you, the God of War and Peace, which comes with a Guardian Bulwark, basically ignoring any interference," Negris said suddenly.

That evening, Gadeligo landed in the desert outside God-Fall Town.

Everyone rushed over to take a look, and Negris asked: "Where are the little dragon brats?"

Gadeligo rolled its eyes resentfully, then opened its mouth and spat out the young dragons one by one, nine in total.

"Why didn't you say these guys were so annoying? I let them sit on my back, and not one of them could sit still. They fell into the sea more than a dozen times just by themselves; I was almost exhausted to death picking them up," Gadeligo complained.

Gadeligo is a Dragon Lich; its stomach has no digestive function, but it's not breathable. Gadeligo came all the way with its mouth open, drinking the wind. The young dragons were stuffed in its stomach for the whole flight and were almost suffocated. They lay on the ground whimpering and didn't want to get up.

Thinking of Gadeligo scrambling to skim across the water to pick them up, Negris felt the same way and nodded sympathetically: "You've worked hard. What about the others?"

"They're with Duoluo Ke." When Gadeligo said this, its mood suddenly improved, and it even felt a bit of schadenfreude: As long as someone is living a more miserable life than me, I won't feel so bad.

He really wanted to know how Duoluo Ke brought the remaining nine young dragons from Dragon Island.

Negris asked: "It has never been here before; if you don't lead it, how can it find the way?"

"It said it could sense the direction and told me not to wait for it."

After another half a day, when it was almost dawn, a huge golden 'lizard' crawled to God-Fall Town.

"Ku Ba Da, I'm exhausted to death," Duoluo Ke lay on the ground and didn't want to move.

"You really found the location. Where are the young dragons?" Negris asked eagerly.

Everyone else also gathered around; everyone was very curious about how it brought those young dragons over.

On Duoluo Ke's back, everyone found nine little young dragons that were tied up so they couldn't move and could only whimper. Alright, simple and crude—it tied them up and brought them over.

Duoluo Ke and the young dragons were finally settled near the deep pool where the World Tree grew. There were mountains, water, and trees here; if they encountered any danger, the World Tree could also shelter them for a while.

Just after settling down, Duoluo Ke fell into a deep sleep. Its evolution had just been reactivated; as soon as it was stable, it wanted to sleep, and as soon as it woke up, it wanted to eat. Ang piled a lot of rapeseed cakes beside it so that when it woke up, it could stretch its head and eat.

The next day, Duoluo Ke woke up, crawled out of the cave, and found Ang: "My lord, I seem to have triggered a bloodline resonance just now. In a daze, I sensed other kin. They taught me a Dragon Language Magic and told me to study hard and wait for them to come and pick me up."