Chapter 513

"Your integrity reminds me of a horse, but hugging my thigh is useless; you have to hug the Undead God's." Nage Li Si felt secretly happy in his heart, but said this on his lips.

The owl's eyes narrowed into triangles, and it asked seriously: "Is it really the Undead God?"

"Of course it's true. Everything I just said is true." Nage Li Si put his hands on his hips and raised his tail, feeling smug.

Xierba stood up, looked at Ang, took a deep breath, and pounced over.

Ang was prepared, and a footboard pressed against its face.

Although it wasn't allowed to hug, the dragon body could still be given, because they were also looking for a suitable soul. A soul capable of driving a fifty-meter-long dragon is very rare and not easy to encounter.

Even for a resurrected dragon, a powerful consciousness is needed. It's impossible to use a little fat sheep's consciousness to drive a dragon. If it were possible, they would have found a little fat sheep long ago; there's one at the intersection.

"The problem now is, what kind of price are you willing to pay for a dragon body?" Nage Li Si asked.

The owl patted the sides of its body, and a wave of fluff flew up. It said very freely: "Besides these feathers on my body, there's only my soul left. Willing to serve you, my King."

A flame of soul oath floated up.

This is the most basic. It's impossible to let a fifty-meter-long behemoth be uncontrolled. At the very least, it needs a loyalty oath. However, Nage Li Si originally wanted to squeeze out something else, but seeing Xierba's penniless appearance, he also reacted. He couldn't even afford the money for the little fat sheep, so what ghost is there to squeeze?

Ang received its soul flame.

"Then how do you want to transfer? Transfer into a Dragon Lich, or transfer into a living black dragon?" Nage Li Si asked.

"Living, living. I was a Dragon Lich before; why transfer back? Boring. I want to transfer into a living one," Xierba said excitedly.

Nage Li Si said: "But this black dragon's body is already thousands of years old, and it has been sealed for so long. Who knows how many years it can still live."

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Xierba rolled its "yellow" eyes: "I can wait until I die of old age, and then be reborn as a Lich."

"... What you said makes so much sense. Although there is a success rate for living creature reincarnation, even if it fails, I guess you have a way to re-gather the dragon soul. Anyway, you've lived for thousands of years in vain," Nage Li Si said depressedly.

Xierba nodded its owl head, with an expression of "you are very right."

"Then now..." Nage Li Si looked at Anthony.

Transferring a consciousness into a living creature is Anthony's technology; the Undead Empire can't even do it.

Anthony said: "Then we need to find a reincarnation altar now, a large reincarnation altar. If it's too small, it won't be able to hold the dragon corpse. By the way, also reincarnate Abuke. Do you know where there is a large reincarnation altar?"

The last sentence was asked to Xierba. Xierba suddenly showed an expression that was a bit difficult and a bit fortunate: "I really do know where there is one, but I guess it has been abandoned for many years. I don't know if it can still be used."

"Where is it?"

"In the Undead Temple."

"Which city's Undead Temple?"

"Of course it's the Undead Main Temple on the Plain of Rest."

"..."

"Did you all forget what we came here for? We came here to test my truth-denial ability. You're telling me now that we're going to the Plain of Rest? What kind of place is that? That is the kingdom of death. Are we going to our deaths?" Ge Lei was very difficult to understand and started rambling as soon as she sat in the carriage.

"Oh right, we are all dead. Sending us over, isn't that 'sending us to our deaths'?" Flash Feiti pulled at his ribs, making a clattering sound, feeling very satisfied with his train of thought.

Ge Lei didn't care that he was the Lord of Mourning and glared at him angrily, saying: "This kind of thing we call a funeral, not sending to death. I'll bury you later."

Anthony asked with a smile: "You seem to be very resistant to the Plain of Rest. Is it fear?"

"Of course I'm afraid. Aren't you afraid? You're still the Pope of Light. If you were surrounded by undead creatures, they could smash your bones and then suck the bone marrow inside, and even smack their lips and say: 'It tastes like Holy Light,'" Ge Lei said angrily.

Anthony immediately wrote something on the paper.

"What are you writing?" Nage Li Si asked curiously.

"Oh, this joke is good. Copied it," Anthony joked.

Several heads poked over; there was no concept of not looking at what others wrote. They saw some words written on the paper, and the latest part wrote: Resistance, no joke as he said.

"What is this?" Nage Li Si asked puzzledly.

"Organizing some psychological portraits. After all, we are not people from here. Some views are easily preconceived and cannot represent the situation of the people here, which easily leads to misjudgment. Judging from Ge Lei's reaction, she is very resistant to the Land of Rest. Why? Could it be that there is too much negative information? Or is it because she doesn't understand, so she is afraid?" Anthony explained.

Ge Lei blinked and frowned. After a long while, she said: "It should be that I've heard too much negative information. The information about sucking bone marrow just now was heard. I clearly know that undead creatures don't eat, but I still can't help but think so and use it as a joke to refute you."

She also realized that something was wrong. After a pause, she asked again: "What is a psychological portrait?"

"You are a mage, so I will use magic to explain it. It is a magic model used to help me analyze other people's psychology, which is convenient for me to classify," Anthony explained.

"Oh? Then what is my portrait?" Ge Lei asked curiously.

Anthony smiled slightly: "Competitive."

Ge Lei was like sitting on pins and needles. She suddenly had a feeling of being naked and seen through. She clearly didn't show a competitive appearance. When getting along with them, she was always like a well-behaved baby. Why could he see through her?

From childhood to adulthood, more than one person had said this about her, but those were her relatives and friends who had been together for many years, so it was normal to see through her. But how long had she known Anthony? Does this person have mind-reading skills?

Ge Lei couldn't help but sit further away.

As soon as she sat away, others swarmed over. Flash Feiti raised his hand and asked: "What about me? What about me? What is my portrait?"

The little angel also asked: "Ao!"

The little zombie also asked: "Ao ao!"

The big cat also asked: "Ao wu!"

After a chaotic mess, it was finally difficult to appease these guys who could be seen through at a glance without portraits. Anthony then said: "So, someone deliberately fabricated a lot of rumors about undead creatures, letting them spread wantonly to slander the reputation of undead creatures."

Nage Li Si frowned: "Warlock Alliance?"

Anthony shook his head: "It's not necessarily them. You must know that intelligent creatures have a strong need to fabricate, slander, and intimidate others to achieve their own inner satisfaction. Old John under the tree at the entrance of the village can fabricate a rumor about a skeleton eating people just to scare children, and then through word of mouth, it easily spreads throughout the plane."

"That's true." Nage Li Si understood instantly, because he himself had a strong bad taste for teasing others: "Then what is the real situation of the Plain of Rest? Is it dangerous for us to go over?"

Xierba replied: "There's no danger at all. If we can find something that can move over there, we'll be lucky."

"Half a plane is so big. There are probably less than tens of thousands of intelligent undead creatures, gathering in a few important strongholds. Those unintelligent skeletons and corpses also gather at a few points. The more there are, the thicker the soil, and they generally won't be alone, otherwise, they will easily rot. So it's hard to even encounter one that moves."

Nage Li Si said: "That's true. Even if we encounter one, it doesn't matter. Let Flash Feiti show his head and scare them away."

"Uh, if Flash Feiti shows his head, the entire Undead Empire will be alarmed. By then, it will be us who have to run, otherwise, we will be surrounded and watched," Anthony said.

"Flash Feiti, wear soul armor. Use your soul to scare them, hehe." Nage Li Si's bad taste rose again.

"Go, go, go. With so many undead souls, the Plain of Rest should be our home. There's nothing to be afraid of. However, Ge Lei, you don't need to go. You look around here to see if there is any force field that can verify truth-denial," Anthony said.

Ge Lei said unconvinced: "No, I want to go too. I want to go and see if the Plain of Rest is as terrifying as the legends say."

After speaking, she saw everyone looking over with strange eyes. She was immediately horrified. Isn't this just being competitive? Her true nature was exposed without knowing it.

After the death line, on a road leading to the Plain of Rest, an undead warhorse was dragging a carriage while cursing: "You called me out just to drag a carriage? What do you think I am? What do you think I am?"

Anthony, who was leading the warhorse, apologized with a smile. He was wearing soul armor, not looking like the Pope of Light at all.

Little zombie, Ang, Abuke, Flash Feiti, etc., all sacrificed their soul armor, walking beside the carriage with black energy permeating. The little angel, Nage Li Si, and Xierba, who were not convenient to disguise, sat in the carriage.

Walking on the road like this, no one dared to say they were not undead creatures.

Sure enough, after walking for two or three days past the death line, they didn't encounter any "living" undead creatures, only ghost rangers floating by in the sky from time to time. Instead, they passed by several human towns.

"Why are there human towns on this side of the death line?" Nage Li Si asked puzzledly.

"Because no one collects taxes here, those who can't live flee here," Xierba said.

"Oh, just like the bridgehead town of Serina in the Land of Sinking. Big cat, do you remember your divine servant?"

"Ao wu~" The big cat responded lazily.

Human towns could not be seen after entering the Plain of Rest. From time to time, one could see wandering skeleton zombies, and the soil on the ground also appeared sporadically, one piece here and one piece there, like mottling on the earth.

"Didn't you say it's not easy to encounter 'living' ones on the road? Didn't you say low-level skeleton zombies all gather in a few places? Why are there so many here?" Nage Li Si patted Xierba's head angrily.

Xierba had an innocent expression: "I don't know either. Look at how thick this soil is. When did this place become a gathering place? It wasn't like this six hundred years ago. Six hundred years ago, this place was still a grassland."

"Ku Ba Da, how many years have you not been back?"

"Uh, even if I come back, I won't run around. Where would I have the energy to run around?" Xierba wanted to cry.

However, they were all low-level skeleton zombies without intelligence. Seeing Ang and his group coming, they fled in a panic. Without any surprise or danger, everyone arrived at the location of the Undead Main Temple.

However, only a piece of ruins was left here. The main hall of the Undead Temple had collapsed ten years ago, but the abandonment had started hundreds of years ago.

Just when everyone thought there were no living creatures here, the sound of "brush—brush—brush—" sounded.

From behind a collapsed pillar, a silver skeleton turned out. It was carrying a broom, sweeping all the way here. The "brush-brush" sound was made by the broom. Seeing Ang and his group, it tilted its head.

"Bone Priest? No, it's not the aura of a Bone Priest. Why does the Emperor always like to use skeletons as priests in the temple? Aren't you afraid they will collapse the temple? Uh—it has already collapsed, so it's fine," Nage Li Si rambled.

The silver skeleton tilted its head and looked at Ang and the others for a while, then slowly turned the broom over, and the broom part formed a machete.