Chapter 486: Hand it over, you!

Tiguli leaned over to Ang's side and asked cautiously, "Are you really the God of Knowledge?"

Ang didn't move, but Negris, who was projected onto him, replied, "Yes, yes, the authentic God of Knowledge."

Tiguli's eyes lit up, and she asked worshipfully, "If you are the God of Knowledge, then you must be omniscient, right?"

Negris had already fallen for this little girl's trap once and said vigilantly, "You tell me what you want to ask first, then I'll tell you if I'm omniscient."

Tiguli's little scheme was seen through, but she wasn't annoyed and hurriedly asked, "It's this, the problem of nested magic arrays. I clearly followed the descriptions in the books, but I can never verify them successfully. Do you know what's going on?"

"Oh, it's that problem. It's the magic array mana tunneling effect; just add a barrier." As soon as Negris saw it was a problem he was skilled in, he immediately became omniscient.

"Wow, so that's how it is! Then what about this? What is the reason for this problem?" Tiguli excitedly took out a large notebook, flipped open a page, and asked again.

Negris answered them one by one, becoming happier as he went. *Ku Ba Da*, finally someone was asking him about such profound 'knowledge' instead of using him as a common-sense dragon all day long.

Tiguli was also very excited. These were all problems she had accumulated during her usual studies; even her teachers found them hard to answer, or answered them unclearly.

Teachers might know how to use them, but not why they were used that way. When they encountered someone like Tiguli who got to the bottom of things, they were often asked until they fled in a panic.

After asking seven or eight questions, Tiguli knelt down excitedly: "You truly are the wisest sage with the most profound knowledge, an omniscient deity. Please let me serve by your side and continue to learn the great truths."

Following her words, a thick strand of soul flame floated up.

"Ku Ba Da, a believer, a believer! I have a believer again! Quick, quick, Ang, let me out, let me out!" Negris was so excited.

Ever since Alchemist Sawa was abducted and abandoned her faith, he had become a lonely old dragon again. A god without followers has no divine power; he was bullied by angels and zombies every day, and now there was even a cat.

Negris's little yellow dragon body was thrown into the Life God Pool, and that wasn't his true body either, so Ang took out a book and moved it toward the soul flame.

Tiguli looked at the Brass Book suspiciously, and then the soul flame dodged to the side, not letting the Brass Book touch it.

"Uh, did you mistake him for me? This is me; this book is me." Seeing the soul flame rejecting him, Negris immediately understood what was going on.

This obviously wasn't controlled by Tiguli, because she couldn't see the soul flame either, but she had mistaken Ang for the God of Knowledge, so the soul flame she offered would instinctively reject other things.

"Ah? This is you? You are a book?" With the Brass Book held in hand, Tiguli could finally distinguish where the voice was coming from; it was indeed coming from the book.

"Looking down on books? Books are the carriers of knowledge. As the God of Knowledge, what's so strange about me being a book?" Negris flew up, flipped open the pages, *bang*—stood it on the ground, and transformed into a huge book three meters tall.

Inside the opened pages, the big head of a brass dragon leaned over, as if it were about to stretch its head out, scaring Tiguli into falling backward onto her bottom.

A little person poked their head out from the left page, and another little person poked their head out from the right page. The two little people seemed to discover each other at the same time, were shocked, and simultaneously unleashed attacks:

"Red Star—Flash!"

"Star Burst—"

They started bombarding each other.

Negris was so angry. He was at the critical moment of fooling a believer, and these two heroic spirits actually came out to mess things up for him. He was so angry he kicked them back into the pages one by one.

Tiguli finally had to believe that this Brass Book was the real God of Knowledge. She looked at Ang with a bit of disappointment and regret. Having a handsome face with a faith bonus—it was a pity that such a handsome man wasn't the God of Knowledge.

Tiguli rubbed her face, adjusted her mood, and became devout again: "Omniscient deity, please let me serve by your side and continue to learn the great truths."

The soul flame floated into the Brass Book.

Ang tilted his head in surprise. This was the first time since he had known Negris that he had used the Brass Book to receive faith. Alchemist Sawa's time didn't count; Alchemist Sawa's faith was 'believe a little, it doesn't hurt anyway,' and it was very shallow.

But Tiguli was truly devout. It could be seen from her soul flame; this was a person who firmly believed in knowledge, and her conviction was incomparably devout.

Thus, Ang felt a symbol condense within the subordinate God of Knowledge divinity, just like the symbols in his main divinity representing Oke, Lisa, Anthony, Silver Coin, and the others.

Is this a fanatic of a god?

"Wow, your conviction in knowledge is very devout, isn't it?" Negris obviously discovered the symbol too and said in surprise.

At the same time, he also felt waves of information surging from Tiguli—all the knowledge Tiguli had learned. Negris couldn't help but want to cry; he could finally update his knowledge base, and it was the knowledge of a top student like Tiguli at that.

Tiguli said proudly, "Of course. There is no problem that knowledge cannot solve; if it can't be solved, it's because the knowledge isn't rich enough."

Ang looked at Tiguli again in surprise. He felt that the symbol belonging to Tiguli had gained some strange things.

Negris was silenced by Tiguli's words. The Brass Book closed and flew back into Ang's hand.

Tiguli didn't notice the change in Negris's mood and was still trying hard to cheer herself on: "My knowledge is not rich enough; I must work hard."

Ang's will projected onto Negris, sending a confused message.

Negris replied depressively, "My conviction in knowledge is not as devout as hers. I am a failed God of Knowledge."

Ang tilted his head blankly. How could he understand such profound things? However, he felt that Negris's state was very similar to Luo Ge's, so he turned around and handed the Brass Book to Anthony.

Anthony inquired suspiciously and finally understood the situation. He couldn't help but laugh: "Lord Negris, what is knowledge?"

"Knowledge is the summary of the laws of the world and the crystallization of the experience of predecessors," Negris replied casually.

"No, no, no. Passing these things on to others is knowledge. If no one passes it on, then it is just the laws of the world and the experience of predecessors; it cannot become knowledge. Only by passing it on can it become knowledge. Your enthusiastic passing on is what makes you a god of knowledge, not because you believe in it."

"Ah? Is that so?" Negris's spirit lifted, and it felt like it made a lot of sense.

"Yes, that's exactly it. You are the god of knowledge; you have to master it. How can you believe in it?" Anthony said with conviction.

Negris was full of vigor, no longer depressed or melancholy: "So that's how it is! My chatter in those years spreading knowledge was the true meaning of knowledge. I understand now."

Handing the Brass Book back to Ang, Anthony quietly wiped away cold sweat. It was fortunate he had fooled him; if he hadn't been able to, he wouldn't have had any way to wipe the God of Knowledge's memory.

Du Er's side had also finally finished cleaning up the things blocking the passage. In order to crack the ruins' checkpoints, these guys had almost moved the entire library over, doing problems, calculating, and experimenting on the spot, forcibly cracking the celestial deflection algorithms, magic circuit functions, and multiple stacking equations.

Although they had done these problems before, re-doing a new problem still required a workload that could make people's backs ache. As for the last checkpoint—the name of the God of Knowledge—it made them dig out all the ancient books, piling them up high; just cleaning them up took more than ten minutes.

Now that it was finally cleaned up, everyone followed the cleared passage and passed through the slowly opening gate. Not long after walking in, Ang suddenly stopped his footsteps.

The little angel, little zombie, and Anthony immediately became vigilant. Except for planting things, Ang generally wouldn't take the initiative to do anything, but when he did, everyone had to be careful; he must have discovered something.

From far away, bursts of shrill wailing came, like a tsunami, wave after wave, as if endless.

Negris said, "Wraiths, so many."

Du Er and the others' expressions changed immediately upon hearing this: "Not good, a wraith tide, the wraith tide is coming. Quick, quick, take out our holy light lamp."

Tiguli hurriedly took out the magic lamp from just now.

Anthony had long been curious about this lamp because it could actually emit holy light: "Why can it emit holy light? You are clearly not believers of the light."

"Use holy crystals. Where are the holy crystals? Are there any more holy crystals?" Du Er took the magic lamp, flipped open the bottom, and asked hurriedly.

Tiguli said urgently, "There are no more holy crystals. Holy crystals are too expensive; we only bought two, and they've all been used up. One holy crystal can only be used for thirteen seconds, and the last one was just used."

"It's over. In the wraith tide, our minds will be eroded by the wraiths, and we'll become lunatics." As soon as Du Er finished speaking, at the end of the passage, strands of black energy surged, as if countless little things were scrambling, screaming as they surged over.

"Quick, quick, quick, you guys run! The teacher will hold them off. If you can't run, tear the teleportation scroll!" Du Er shouted repeatedly, but after shouting, he realized Ang and the others were looking at him inexplicably.

Only Ge Lei's face showed a gratified expression: "Not abandoning the students and running away, you count as a qualified teacher."

Du Er looked blankly at the calm crowd: "Don't... don't we need to run? This is a wraith tide, there are many, many of them."

Ge Lei smiled slightly, and the magic robe on her body billowed: "Let you see the true arc..."

Before Ge Lei finished speaking, she discovered that the wraiths about to surge in front of them had expressions of extreme terror on their blurry faces, and then they desperately braked their momentum.

As if they had seen something terrifying, the wraiths frantically braked and turned around, screaming in terror as they surged back in the direction they came from. The black tide that had surged in retreated at an even faster speed.

Du Er was shocked, and Tiguli and the others looked at Ge Lei worshipfully: "School Board Member (Teacher), you are too amazing! What did you do?"

Ge Lei was blank: "I... I didn't do anything."

Subconsciously, she turned her head to look at Ang and the others. She hadn't done anything, so it could only be that Ang and the others had done something, but she hadn't discovered what they had done.

This was even more terrifying. She was a dignified Arcane Master, yet she hadn't discovered anything? What on earth had they done?

Ang and the others continued walking forward with normal expressions. Only Anthony nodded and smiled unfathomably, which counted as confirming Ge Lei's guess.

The God of Undead was here; these wraiths daring to charge up would be the real madness... Uh, why does this sound so strange? Wraiths are crazy to begin with; it should be changed to 'even if they were crazy, they wouldn't dare to charge up.'

The wraiths retreated, and the passage was unobstructed. Soon, everyone walked out of the passage. This passage was inclined and extended downward. After they left the passage, what they saw was a scene like a miracle.

This was a huge underground space. An abyss lay ahead, and several thick iron chains extended from the pitch-black opposite side and the ceiling over the abyss, hanging a huge petrified dragon. An invisible fluctuation slowly spread from the petrified dragon's body.

Negris flew up excitedly: "I... I... this..."

Ang said, "Wisdom Halo."

"Yes, yes, yes, Wisdom Halo! Heavens, His Majesty hung my Wisdom Halo here, stuffed it on the stone dragon, and hung it here." Negris was so excited he was a bit at a loss.

Anthony asked in confusion, "Why is it a petrified dragon?"

"Ordinary creatures can't bear my power, but dragons can. The answer to the verification question in the passage was my name, so this petrified dragon is very likely the body His Majesty left for me. As long as I control this body, then I will be equivalent to regaining the halo." Negris stabilized his mood and analyzed.

"It makes sense. It's not just your name; all the questions in the checkpoints would require them to set up tables and calculate for half a day, but for you, they might just be simple questions you could glance at. His Majesty doesn't like these complicated things; it must have been set up for you. This is still the Temple of Knowledge; it's clearly the legacy His Majesty left for you. He believed that one day, with your wisdom, you would definitely be able to find this place." Anthony said.

Negris's old face turned red. Was it him who found it? Not at all; His Majesty thought too highly of him. He had just been following Ang, mixing and mixing, until he mixed his way here.

Never mind that for now; let's get his body down first. The group searched for a long time but couldn't find anything to unlock the chains. Did they have to cut them? These chains were thicker than a person, and to saw through twisted chains would take a day or two.

It was a bit troublesome. Ang took out the Petrified Crossbow and gestured at the petrified dragon.

Negris understood: "You want to use the Petrified Crossbow to undo its petrification? Then let me control it to spray dragon breath, roast the chains soft, and then break free?"

Ang nodded.

"Don't, what if I can't control it for a while? If it undoes its petrification and hangs there, will it have poor blood circulation, limb ischemia, and necrosis, or will it just rot? To be safe, let's call Du Luo Ken over first and study how to get it down." Negris said.

Ang nodded and was about to put the Petrified Crossbow away.

"Hmph! Petrified Crossbow? Hand it over, you!" A muffled grunt came from the pile of wraiths in the corner. A huge black shadow spread its wings and flew rapidly toward Ang.

Negris was shocked: "Wraiths are masking its aura; it's a Dragon Undead!"