Chapter 489

Anthony flicked his finger, and a bit of fluorescent light quietly drifted toward the little Dragon-Thrall, merging into his clothes. Everyone watched him climb to the top of the cave and leave through the crack at the end of the rope.

Negris asked suspiciously: "What did you flick onto him?"

Anthony smiled: "A small blessing."

"Then he's lucky to get the 'Pope's Blessing'. What's the use of it?" Negris asked curiously.

"What use could it have? I just sealed a Cleansing Spell on him. If he's ever critically ill and about to die, it will erupt and give him a little treatment, that's all." Anthony said.

"... So that's how the blessings of your Church of Light are. I thought there was really some divine power protection." Negris complained disappointedly.

Anthony said with a smile: "This is divine power protection. I am a demigod now, don't treat a demigod as not a god. Our Church of Light wouldn't be so troublesome."

"In the past, I would arrange some activities, bless a few devout rich people in public, and then let Bolke follow them. If they ran into trouble, I would quietly help them solve it, making them think the blessing worked, and they would come back to donate the next day. Why would it need to be so troublesome?"

Negris said depressedly: "I know how you became an Archbishop now... If I had known you earlier, my Knowledge Temple would have been saved."

Anthony was stunned for a moment and shook his head desperately: "No, no, the main god is too weak, it can't be saved."

"Pfft—I'll strangle you!!!" Negris roared.

After messing around for a while, everyone finally turned their attention back to Abuke. Anthony said: "You are sealed here and cannot leave, so the things you know are actually what this Dragon-Thrall family read to you when they worshipped you?"

Abuke condensed a dragon head phantom and nodded silently.

"I know why you are so reckless. It's probably also instilled by them. Do not cast spells, do not sneak, claws and teeth are weapons, scales are armor. Tsk tsk tsk, you are an undead Dragon Soul." Negris said.

Du Luo Ken interrupted: "I remember it should be 'scales are defense'."

Negris, who was corrected, finally couldn't hold it anymore. The Huang Tong Book flew up from Ang's hand, opened its pages, and slapped Du Luo Ken's head: "Padding the word count, right? Padding the word count, right?"

Abuke watched their messing around and suddenly let out a long sigh: "Your relationship is really good, and you are very lively when you get along, unlike here, it's too cold and clear."

"Hmm? Tell me in detail? How cold and clear?" Anthony stood over without changing his expression, squeezing the two messing-around guys behind him.

He heard a desire to confide in the Dragon Soul's sigh and hurriedly took the opportunity to induce it. It was rare; since being beaten, this Dragon Soul had a strong rejection mentality toward them, answering half a sentence to one question, and if not asked, it would just rot there.

Anthony had previously sneered at it for being a lizard in a cage, trying to stimulate it to see if he could ask anything, but the effect wasn't great. On the contrary, this kind of messing around made it have a desire to confide. Anthony immediately knew what aspect to start from.

Abuke sighed again and said leisurely: "I am sealed here, and my soul cannot leave the body for a range of a few hundred meters. The place you see is the area I can move in. There is no one here who can talk, only these annoying wraiths..."

When Abuke was ignorant, it would often hear a voice: Do not cast spells, do not sneak, claws and teeth are weapons, scales are armor... We are the great Black Dragons, we are the fearless Dragon-Thralls...

It tried hard to 'look' in the direction of the sound and saw some humanoid creatures, big, small, and young, who laid out offerings and sacrifices and knelt down devoutly there.

It happened every once in a while, sometimes a pile of people, sometimes one or two people. They were either worshipping or confiding. From their conversations, Abuke remembered many terms, but at that time, it didn't understand what these terms represented.

Until one day, those people came again, full of sorrow, holding a corpse.

Abuke recognized this corpse; it was the oldest one among this group of people, the one who often came to worship it alone or with one other person. These people called him Priest.

A solemn ritual. These people pushed the Priest's corpse into the abyss, shouting loudly: "Go, return to the embrace of the Dragon God."

Abuke finally couldn't hold back its curiosity, drilled out from the petrified dragon, and chased after the corpse falling into the abyss.

The rest of the people seemed to see the traces of the Dragon Soul and shouted in surprise: "Dragon God! Dragon God! The Dragon God has manifested!"

At that time, Abuke was just a newly born soul. Where would it know what kind of ghost the Dragon God was, or what kind of ghost manifestation was? It found the corpse that had been pushed down at the bottom of the abyss, and it had already fallen with broken bones and torn flesh.

A few days later, the corpse reincarnated. A soul was conceived in the corpse, but with broken bones and torn flesh, it couldn't move, only its mouth could open and close.

Thus, its mouth kept opening and closing there, silently accusing the guys who pushed it down.

The ignorant Abuke had a new entertainment: 'chatting' with this zombie that could only move its mouth. This kind of chatting was at the soul level, so Abuke received many images, such as eating, sleeping, beating children, going to bed...

Time passed year after year like this. Among that group of people, the young grew up, the big ones grew old, and the old ones died.

Those who died would be brought here, worshipped, and pushed into the abyss. A few days later, there would be another zombie with a mouth opening and closing, or three or five months later, there would be another skeleton, or a pile of broken bones.

Not all corpses could conceive a soul.

Abuke had one more object it could 'chat' with.

I don't know how long it had been, Abuke looked at a pile of broken undead creatures that could only move their mouths, and suddenly had an idea: How can they not be broken?

This was the first active idea Abuke had, no longer a spirit body moving by instinct, but an undead with wisdom.

From then on, the corpses pushed down were all caught by Abuke, no longer broken into a pile. Under the abyss, there were slowly some undead creatures that could move.

Just like that, year after year passed, Abuke grew into a powerful Dragon Soul, firmly believing itself to be a Black Dragon, possessing sharp claws and teeth and scales, not casting spells, not sneaking, moving forward bravely.

And those who worshipped it were its Dragon-Thralls, which in a sense could be considered its relatives, because many of its cognitions and images were contacted from the souls of those corpses.

It had seen every bit of these Dragon-Thrall ancestors.

However, I don't know when it started, but fewer and fewer people came to worship it. At the beginning, there were hundreds of people, slowly becoming dozens, slowly becoming a dozen, a few, one...

The little Dragon-Thrall was the only one who had come to worship it in the last year. Last year, he still had his mother to accompany him, but this year, only he was left.

"If he doesn't come in the future, then am I forgotten here?" Abuke said sadly.

"That won't happen." Negris also said with some sadness: "We already know you, you won't be forgotten. Anyway, we definitely live longer than you. No one comes to worship you, no soul is sent here to be buried, the death aura is exhausted, maybe in a few hundred years you will perish, don't be afraid."

"Uh, why am I even more afraid after you say that? Aren't undead creatures immortal?" Abuke asked.

"Do you recognize yourself as an undead creature now? Of course not. Undead creatures will also have soul exhaustion. If there is no death aura to nourish them, they will perish in a few hundred years. You are a Dragon Soul, your soul is stronger, you should be able to last a few thousand years." Negris complained.

"No one to worship, just lasting a few thousand years here? That's not as good as perishing early." Abuke muttered.

Anthony took the conversation at the right time: "Then do you want to reincarnate into a Dragon Soul Warrior and use your claws and teeth to your heart's content?"

Abuke was silent for a while and said hesitantly: "I want to, but you must have some extra conditions. What do I need to pay?"

"Soul and loyalty." Anthony said with a smile.

"I knew it, but you are the Church of Light, the natural enemy of undead creatures. If I offer my soul and loyalty, will you put me on the stake and burn me?" Abuke asked hesitantly.

Negris curled its lips: "It sounds like you can't be burned now."

"Hehe, we can also change an identity to receive your offering." Speaking of this, Anthony turned his head and shouted to Ge Lei and the others in the distance: "Ge Lei, take them out, we have secrets to talk about here."

"Okay." Ge Lei took everyone out. Everyone was very cooperative, knowing well that one shouldn't look at the secrets of big shots casually; the more you see, the more dangerous it is.

After they left, soul flames surged on Anthony's body, armoring his body, and an undead warhorse filled with black energy and red light in its eyes drilled out from his body.

"Black Knight?" Abuke was stunned.

Soul flames surged on Ang's body, armoring him with a coir raincoat and bamboo hat, and he offered his scythe, looking exactly like an old farmer.

Soul flames surged on the little zombie's body, armoring it with ferocious shield armor.

Du Luo Ken lifted his hat, and a mass of soul fire ignited on his head.

"... Except for this Six-Winged Angel, are you all undead creatures?" Abuke was dumbfounded.

"Hehe, this one is too, an undead Six-Winged Angel. How about it? Reincarnate into a Dragon Soul Warrior and be loyal to the undead?" Negris said.

Abuke had actually already made a decision, but was still a bit unwilling, and asked hesitantly: "Then who am I loyal to?"

Everyone looked at Ang in unison.

Ang looked left and right and stepped back two steps.

"Uh, what are you doing again?" Negris asked.

"Don't know how to farm..." Ang replied reluctantly.

Abuke frowned. Farming? Was he being disliked?

Anthony hurriedly stepped forward two steps, the soul armor on his body receded, and he took out the Pope's Staff, slammed it on the ground, and the luxurious Pope's ceremonial robe appeared on his body, shining brightly.

Against the backdrop of this incomparably dazzling effect, Anthony said kindly: "Of course, be loyal to me, the spokesperson of God in the human world, the interpreter of God's oracle, the chanter of the holy sound, the wielder of the sword of punishment, the Pope, Saint Anthony."

Such a long title made Abuke feel a bit dizzy, and it subconsciously offered its soul fire.

After establishing the soul connection, Abuke quietly asked Anthony: "Who exactly is this Ang? How dare he dislike me?"

"Oh, Ang is God, and I am his spokesperson, interpreting his oracle and chanting his prestige." Anthony replied.

"Pfft..."

Abuke regretted it for a long time. If it had known, it would have insisted a bit more. It could learn if it didn't know how to farm. It could have been on equal footing with Anthony, but now it was a head shorter, making it so that anyone could ride on its head.

After settling Abuke, it was finally time to get the petrified dragon down. Du Luo Ken fiddled for a while and found the mechanism. The Dragon-Locking Chains on the opposite side of the abyss slowly lengthened, and the petrified dragon moved toward the platform on this side.

When the Dragon-Locking Chains on the opposite side were fully released, the petrified dragon hung just right on the platform where they were standing. When the chains on this side were loosened, the petrified dragon lay on the platform, steady and secure.

Now everyone knew how it was hung up in the first place.

"What now? Undo its petrification? I've just studied it; it's just ordinary petrification, nothing special. The Petrified Crossbow can undo it." Du Luo Ken said.

Negris asked: "Undone, and then what? Abuke, do you want your body back?"

Abuke shook its head firmly: "No, I want to reincarnate into a Dragon Soul Warrior."

"Ah? Why? Didn't you say claws and teeth are your weapons? Do not cast spells, do not sneak, move forward bravely." Negris said in surprise.

Abuke said helplessly: "Do you think I'm an idiot? If I can cast spells and sneak, why would I move forward bravely? I'm not really a Black Dragon."

"Ah? But just now..." But Abuke didn't say it like that just now.

"I don't know how to cast spells, where would I learn magic trapped here? I'm not familiar with you, so of course I could only say that. I am an undead Dragon Soul; I know how to exert my advantages. This body can't exert my true advantages, so I'd better go reincarnate." Abuke said.

Alright, Negris knew now. Abuke's previous reckless performance was purely stubbornness. Because it was beaten after not knowing magic, it firmly refused to admit defeat and said that not casting spells and not sneaking was the tradition of Black Dragons.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, when it first started, it was lurking in a pile of wraiths to cover its aura. How could that be considered not sneaking?

Negris was angry: "I won't give it back to you either, my Enlightenment Halo is still on it..."

Just as it said this, Ang suddenly grabbed at the dragon corpse, grabbed a ball of light, and pressed it onto the Huang Tong Book.

The Huang Tong Book immediately radiated fluctuations that made people feel refreshed, and the whole thinking became much more active.

"You pulled my Enlightenment Halo out? Put it on the book? How did you do it?" Negris was stunned.

Don't look at Ang's easy grab and stuff; this is a transfer of a divine skill. It knows the difficulty too well.

Ang tilted his head, looking blank.

"Alright, you don't know either, right." Negris said helplessly: "It can be given to you now, do you want it? Really don't want it? Abuke doesn't want the body, we don't have an extra soul to drive it. If we undo the petrification, it can only be placed here to rot. We have to find a soul strong enough to drive it."

Anthony said: "A fifty-meter dragon, at least find a very strong soul. I don't know if Big Bone can drive it..."

Speaking of this, Anthony suddenly paused, listened for a while, and said in surprise: "The blessing I gave that little Dragon-Thrall was triggered. Is he injured?"