Chapter 489: The blessing was triggered. Is he injured?

Anthony flicked his finger, and a bit of fluorescence quietly floated toward the little Dragon-Follower, 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. Getting the 'Pope's Blessing', what's the use?" Negris asked curiously.

"What use could it have? I just sealed a Cleansing Spell on him. If he's dying one day, it will erupt and heal him a bit, that's all." Anthony said.

"... So that's how the blessings of your Church of Light work. 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 Bo Er Ke follow them. If they encountered trouble, I would quietly help them solve it, letting them think the blessing had taken effect. The next day they would come back to donate money. Why would I need to be so troublesome?"

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

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

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

After playing around for a while, everyone finally turned their attention back to Abu Ke. Anthony said: "You are sealed here and can't leave, so the things you know are actually what this Dragon-Follower family read to you when they worshipped you?"

Abu Ke condensed a dragon head phantom and nodded silently.

"I know why you are so reckless. It's probably instilled by them too. Don't cast magic, don't 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 back. The Brass Book flew up from Ang's hand, opened its pages, and fanned Du Luo Ken's head: "Padding the word count, right? Padding the word count, right?"

Abu Ke watched their playing around and suddenly let out a long sigh: "Your relationship is really good, and you get along very lively, unlike here, too cold and clear."

"Hmm? Elaborate? How cold and clear?" Anthony stood over without changing his expression, squeezing the two playing guys behind him.

He heard a desire to confide in the dragon soul's sigh and hurriedly took the opportunity to induce him. It was rare; from the beginning of being beaten, this dragon soul had a strong attitude of rejecting them, answering half a sentence when asked, and lying flat when not asked.

Before, Anthony had even sneered at him as a lizard in a cage, wanting to stimulate him to see if he could ask anything out, but the effect wasn't great. On the contrary, this kind of playing around gave him a desire to confide. Anthony immediately knew what aspect to start from.

Abu Ke sighed again and said leisurely: "I am sealed here, and my soul cannot leave the corpse for more than a few hundred meters. The place you see is the area I can move in. There isn't a single one here who can talk, only these annoying wraiths..."

When Abu Ke was ignorant, he would often hear a voice: Don't cast magic, don't sneak, claws and teeth are weapons, scales are armor... We are great black dragons, we are fearless dragon descendants...

He tried hard to 'look' in the direction of the voice and saw some humanoid creatures, some big, some small, some young. They laid out offerings and sacrifices and kowtowed devoutly there.

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

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

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

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

Abu Ke finally couldn't help his curiosity, drilled out of the petrified dragon, and chased after the corpse that fell 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, Abu Ke was just a newly born soul. Where did he know what kind of ghost the Dragon God was, or what kind of ghost manifestation was? He found the pushed corpse at the bottom of the abyss, which had already fallen and broken its bones and flesh.

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

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

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

Time passed year after year. In that group of people, the young grew up, the big grew old, and the old 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 a skeleton, or a pile of broken bones.

Not all corpses could conceive a soul.

Abu Ke had one more object to 'chat' with.

I don't know how long it had been, Abu Ke 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 born of Abu Ke. He was no longer a spirit body moving by instinct, but an undead with wisdom.

From then on, the corpses pushed down were caught by Abu Ke, no longer broken into a lump. Under the abyss, there slowly appeared some undead creatures that could move.

Just like that, year after year passed. Abu Ke grew into a powerful Dragon Soul, firmly believing that he was a black dragon, possessing sharp claws and teeth and scales, not casting magic, not sneaking, moving forward bravely.

And those who worshipped him were his Dragon-Followers, in a sense also his relatives, because many of his cognitions and images were contacted from the souls of those corpses.

He had seen the bits and pieces of the ancestors of these Dragon-Followers.

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

The little Dragon-Follower was the only one who had come to worship him 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, will I be forgotten here?" Abu Ke said sadly.

"That won't happen." Negris also said a bit sadly: "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?" Abu Ke asked.

"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 worships, just lasting a few thousand years here by myself? Then it's better to perish early." Abu Ke muttered.

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

Abu Ke was silent for a while and said hesitantly: "I want to, but you definitely 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?" Abu Ke asked hesitantly.

Negris curled his lips: "As if you couldn't be burned right now."

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

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

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

"Black Knight?" Abu Ke was stunned.

Soul flames surged on Ang's body, armoring him with a coir raincoat and bamboo hat, sacrificing a scythe—a vivid image of an old farmer.

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

Du Luo Ken raised his hat, and a ball of soul flames ignited on his head.

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

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

Abu Ke had actually already made a decision, but he 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.

"Can't farm..." Ang replied reluctantly.

Abu Ke frowned. Farming? Was he being disliked?

Anthony hurriedly stepped forward two steps, the soul armor on his body receding. He saw him take out the Pope's scepter and slam it on the ground. The luxurious Pope's ceremonial robe appeared on his body, shining brightly.

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

Such a long title made Abu Ke feel a bit dizzy. Unconsciously, he offered his soul fire.

After establishing the soul connection, Abu Ke quietly asked Anthony: "Who on earth is this Ang? How dare he dislike me?"

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

"Pfft..."

Abu Ke regretted it for a long time. If he had known, he would have insisted a bit more. He could learn if he couldn't farm. Originally, he could have been on equal footing with Anthony, but now he was a head shorter, making it so anyone could ride on his head.

After settling Abu Ke, the petrified dragon could finally be let 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 extended, the petrified dragon was just hanging 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 to do now? Undo its petrification? I've just studied it; it's ordinary petrification, nothing special. The Petrified Crossbow can undo it." Du Luo Ken said.

Negris asked: "Undone, then what? Abu Ke, do you want your body back?"

Abu Ke shook his head firmly: "No, I want to reincarnate as a Dragon Soul Knight."

"Ah? Why? Didn't you say claws and teeth are your weapons? Not casting magic, not sneaking, moving forward bravely?" Negris said in surprise.

Abu Ke said helplessly: "Do you think I'm an idiot? If I can cast magic and sneak, why would I move forward bravely? I'm not really a black dragon."

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

"I don't know how to cast magic. Where would I learn magic trapped here? I'm not familiar with you. Of course, I can only say that. I am an undead dragon soul; I still know how to exert my advantages. This body can't exert my true advantages, so I'd better go reincarnate." Abu Ke said.

Alright, Negris knew now. Abu Ke's previous recklessness was purely stubbornness because he was beaten for not knowing magic, so he firmly refused to admit defeat and said that not casting magic and not sneaking was the tradition of black dragons.

Actually, thinking about it carefully, when he first started, he was lurking in a pile of wraiths to mask his aura. How could that count as not sneaking?

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

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

The Brass Book immediately radiated a fluctuation that made people feel refreshed, and the entire thinking became much more active.

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

Don't look at Ang's easy grab and stuff; this was the transfer of a divine skill. He knew too well the difficulty of it.

Ang tilted his head, looking blank.

"Alright, you don't know either, right." Negris said helplessly: "Now I can give it to you. Do you want it? Really don't want it? Abu Ke doesn't want the body, so we don't have an extra soul to drive it. If we undo the petrification, it can only lie here and rot. We have to find a soul strong enough to drive it."

Anthony said: "A fifty-meter dragon, at least we need to 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-Follower was triggered. Is he injured?"