Chapter 545: Definitely listen to the Undead God

Negris, the scapegoat, ended up carrying this pot after all. Anyway, it wasn't the first day Ang had been keeping a record of it, but the Home of the Departed could not be abandoned. Such a large platform, if operated well, could make money just by lying there.

156n.

When Silver Coin first came, he was penniless, relying only on the millions of soul crystals and magic crystals Ang gave him. Now he dares to buy the Home of the Departed?

Uh, millions of soul crystals and magic crystals, it doesn't seem like a small amount...

Whatever, anyway, the value is far less than the Home of the Departed. If it can be taken down, it's naturally a huge profit.

Ang reluctantly stopped his work and returned to the Starburst Plane. However, the most difficult steps were completed, and the next steps were repetitive work. Those awakened believers would complete them very diligently.

It has to be said that these church remnants who had been frozen for three thousand years were very elite. They were not ordinary people, but elites "selected" for pioneering other planes. They were called spreading the glory of God, but in fact, they were the thorns in the church who were selected and exiled.

But no matter what, surviving on a barren plane was enough to prove their ability.

Now that they had awakened, the food problem that had troubled them the most had been solved. Ang threw out a large pile of Elf Beans, enough for them to eat until the fat bugs grew up.

Then they discovered that as long as they prayed devoutly, they could receive God's care.

This was not an easy thing. At least most people had never heard the voice of God. Now it was fulfilled. For a time, everyone seemed extremely fanatical.

With their hard work, it wouldn't be long before the Divine Tree continent would be full of fat bugs and a bumper harvest of tree moss.

In the Starburst Plane, everyone returned to the underground space of the Hall of Knowledge, and Silver Coin and Anthony had already prepared the soul pedestal there.

"Undead fire can be connected to the Home of the Departed. We can build more undead fires, let them connect to the relay spirit day and night, and send a large amount of information to the relay spirit to consume the energy of the relay spirit," Anthony introduced.

Negris said: "But we also need soul energy to maintain the undead fire. How much soul energy will so many soul pedestals consume?"

"This is unknown, but it should be less than the relay spirit, because we only need to send, but the relay spirit needs to send and receive," Anthony said.

Just as they were chatting, Ang had already found an open space, clapped his hands, and pulled, and a seal immediately formed between his palms.

He supported it with one hand, while continuing to condense magic rune imprints inside with the other, just like rubbing a teleportation array with bare hands; very quickly, he rubbed out a three-meter-diameter light projection of a magic array.

Slapping it on the ground, the whole space brightened, and a magic array was clearly imprinted on the ground.

The few who were chatting were also startled by Ang's movement and leaned over to see: "The foundation of the undead fire, why are you making such a large pedestal?"

Ang said: "Small."

"Ouch, you still think it's small? You made such a large one, what are you using it to hold? Such a large pedestal can hold a relay spirit. Do you have a relay... uh, you really have one..." Before he finished speaking, Negris remembered the relay spirit in the Land of Sinking.

Sure enough, Ang reached in and dug hard, pulling out a white, bright soul fire. From the aura, it was clearly the relay spirit from back then.

"When did you hide it?" Negris muttered.

Ang ignored it, but after placing the relay spirit on the pedestal, he continued to pull out soul fire.

Eh, no, it's not soul fire, but a soul heart, but it's a blank soul heart without consciousness.

"Why do you have so many blank soul hearts?" Negris asked strangely.

Soul fire and soul heart are things of different levels. Undead creatures with soul hearts can already be counted as high-level undead creatures, at least at the level of a golden skeleton.

Undead creatures at this level already possess wisdom and cannot be compared with the skeletons and zombies that can be spawned by any soul fire.

It is easy to conceive a blank soul "fire," but it is too difficult to conceive a blank soul "heart."

Ang didn't answer, just took out a round ball and threw it to it.

"Eh, isn't this a soul ball? Where did you get it?" Du Luo Ken leaned over and asked.

Negris looked at it for a few times and finally remembered what it was, turned around and replied: "Got it from your grave."

Du Luo Ken rolled his eyes at it: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it. Why bring up my grave?"

"Uh, it really was from your grave. Do you remember the night watchman who stole the box of the Holy Spirit Heart of Luna and ran away? It was exploded from him."

"It is estimated that he stole it from your grave. Is this called a soul ball? After Ang picked it up, he threw it into the bucket of Restful Liquid." Negris said.

Soul balls soaked in Restful Liquid will conceive soul fire, but this function doesn't have much effect. Ang can also condense soul fire with his bare hands, and it comes with soul connection, so he doesn't need a soul ball at all.

So after putting it there, Negris forgot about it. If Ang hadn't taken it out, it wouldn't have remembered it.

However, it forgot, but Ang didn't forget. This dead skeleton must have used the control method again to fully explore the role of the soul ball, thereby conceiving a soul heart.

That is to say, Ang directly conceived a high-level undead creature with wisdom.

The number of high-level undead creatures in the Undead Empire is too scarce. Among billions of skeletons and zombies, there may only be a few thousand high-level undead creatures with wisdom. Splitting them in half wouldn't be enough to manage so many undead creatures.

If the Undead Empire could mass-produce high-level undead creatures, would it be the Warlock Alliance's turn to show off?

Du Luo Ken took it and looked at it, and immediately saw his own secret pattern. It was indeed stolen from his grave.

"Can a soul ball conceive a soul heart? How come I don't know?" Du Luo Ken asked suspiciously.

"Uh, you can't even make a soul heart? Didn't you invent this? What you invented isn't used as well as Ang?" Negris sneered.

Du Luo Ken curled his lips: "Doesn't your main body not be used as well as the lord? What's so strange about that."

Negris held a breath in its heart and couldn't spit it out, because it was right. It didn't use the Huang Tong Book as well as Ang.

In Ang's hands, the Huang Tong Book is a divine artifact that seals everything. In its hands, it is at most a shelter for heroic spirits and a container for blank godheads.

Negris, who was internally injured by Du Luo Ken's words, deeply missed the days without lightning. Kubada, why did they all learn from lightning and know how to talk back?

While they were talking back and forth, Ang had already placed the soul hearts on the soul pedestal, with dozens of small pedestals surrounding them in a circle.

Anthony and Silver Coin also gathered around. Although they had prepared these things, Ang clearly didn't want to follow theirs. They definitely listened to the Undead God for such things.

After preparing everything, Ang stood straight, raised his hands flat, and offered the Equality Holy Frame and the Ring of Balance.

I saw streaks of desperate, painful, fierce, and famine-stricken thoughts rushing out from the Ring of Balance, turning into white vengeful spirits, throwing themselves at the relay spirit.

Anthony was shocked and shouted: "Spirit of Sinful Thoughts?!" ===== CHAPTER 546 =====