Chapter 558: What is your job, my lord?

First, massive stone pillars slowly rose from the ground, just like the fences in the Lich's dungeon. They had always been there, but had remained retracted underground until some force lifted them up.

These rising stone pillars gripped the collapsed waste bricks, walls, and tiles, as if held by an invisible hand, assembling them together and slowly propping them up. It felt like a skeleton reassembling its body.

"That's right, it uses this principle. Bone meal and hide glue are added to these building materials. As long as there is a soul core, they can be assembled. Clearly, the Undead Holy Fire is acting as the soul core now. The denser the death aura, the sturdier they become, and they will even self-repair," Du Luo Ken explained.

Nai Ge Li Si couldn't help but curl his lip. This was too convenient. As long as there was death aura, wouldn't these buildings be indestructible?

"Of course they can be destroyed; they were already destroyed, weren't they? However, when I design large buildings like this, I always create a backup. It seems His Majesty adopted my line of thinking and created a backup for it. These stone pillars are the main frame. After the main body is damaged, they can be used as a foundation to repair the entire temple," Du Luo Ken said.

Hearing this, Ken Te finally couldn't hold back: "May I ask, who is this lord?" Why did he know secrets that even he himself didn't know?

"Oh, I'm Du Luo Ken," Du Luo Ken replied casually.

"Hiss—The Alchemy King Du Luo Ken? Heavens, nice to meet you, it is such an honor to see you in person. I have seen your great name on these secret inscriptions." Ken Te excitedly grabbed Du Luo Ken's hand and shook it up and down.

Now it was Du Luo Ken's turn to be surprised: "You can understand those inscriptions?"

Ken Te said: "I couldn't at first, but I studied them repeatedly and found they seemed to have a pattern, so I asked His Majesty. His Majesty told me the meaning of all the inscriptions."

"Oh, oh, you actually discovered that. You are truly meticulous. Can you tell what the inscriptions here mean?" Du Luo Ken, intending to test Ken Te, pulled out a gold-touch rod to show him the inscriptions.

"A gift for the lecherous Huang Tong Dragon?" Ken Te wasn't entirely sure.

Beside them, Nai Ge Li Si poked his head over with a 'whoosh': "Why is my gold-touch rod here with you?"

As he spoke, he reached into his spatial bag and pulled out a gold-touch rod: "That's not right, my gold-touch rod is here."

Du Luo Ken chuckled sheepishly: "I made an extra batch. Lai Te and the others needed them too, so I made an extra batch. Everyone gets one, I just made too many."

Bidi Pavilion

At the thought of a bunch of alchemists each holding a 'gift for the lecherous Huang Tong Dragon', Nai Ge Li Si wanted to jump over and bash Du Luo Ken's dog head in.

Because once the quantity of equipment with the same standard design became large, it would easily become a convention. From now on, this type of gold-touch rod would be called 'a gift for the lecherous Huang Tong Dragon'. Oh, how shameful.

Just as 'Nai Ge Li Si rushed over to choke Du Luo Ken, and Du Luo Ken waved his gold-touch rod to turn him into a frog, but because his magic resistance was too high, he only turned halfway, sprouting a frog head, and then this frog head spat out its tongue, sliming Du Luo Ken's face with saliva', the main hall of the Undead Temple gradually took shape.

This strange phenomenon surely shocked everyone. Whether old or young, they all knelt toward the temple, kowtowing piously.

Although the Undead Holy Fire Festival had become a holiday similar to a shopping carnival, on a specific day, dragging their families on a long journey to participate meant that, at the very least, there was holy fire in their hearts. These were pan-believers; as long as there was a miracle that could move them, it would be very easy for them to transition toward becoming true believers.

Everyone kowtowed piously, and a continuous stream of soul flames surged toward the Undead Holy Fire. The flames shot up more than ten meters high. These soul flames became the energy supporting the temple's revival. After the holy fire platform at the top of the main hall took shape, the Undead Holy Fire suddenly seemed to be pulled by some invisible energy, slowly leaving its existing pedestal and drifting toward the holy fire platform.

"Oh! The Holy Fire has returned to its place! Undead is ancient! The soul is eternal!" Andong Ni immediately shouted loudly, guiding the emotions of the crowd.

This was a good opportunity. A large-scale holy ceremony could extract enough faith energy to reach even half of what a believer could offer in a year. People are prone to herd mentality; if one person is fanatical, their emotions will easily infect others, driving their emotions and thus forming collective fanaticism.

After entering this state, everyone could become a fanatic, and the faith offered would be dozens or hundreds of times that of ordinary pan-believers.

"The Holy Fire has returned to its place! Undead is ancient! The soul is eternal!" The believers shouted excitedly in unison.

In an era with a high illiteracy rate, ordinary people didn't have much culture, and when they had emotions, they didn't know how to vent them. Besides cursing a few 'Ku Ba Da', they could only greet other people's parents. Therefore, professional priests were needed to guide them.

The prayers and scriptures of any religion are carefully selected and combined, not only requiring them to be easy to understand but also catchy, capable of easily inciting emotions.

Many religious classics are full of colloquialisms, and even sentence structures that are not grammatically smooth. People with a little education would scoff at them, unable to understand how these sentence structures were passed down.

But as long as one thinks about the target audience of these prayers and scriptures, and tries to shout them out loud, one will know their function. Those unsmooth sentence structures were specifically stripped away to make them flow more smoothly during prayer.

Besides this, foreign religions also have to pay attention to the accent problem. Praying with the accent of the Black Mountain Duchy and praying with a swamp accent would definitely have different effects.

As a professional old charlatan, Andong Ni designed catchy prayers for these believers who spoke with the accent of the Death Line in the blink of an eye. When they shouted them together, the sound shook the wilderness.

After shouting a few times, everyone felt a strange, restless heat throughout their bodies, wanting to tear off their clothes and move around.

Andong Ni immediately floated toward the distant holy fire platform. While floating forward, he danced and gestured: "Holy Fire! Hey! Burn! Hey!"

The movements were very simple, even a bit funny, but for some reason, in this environment, it gave many people a strong urge to move.

Ken Te couldn't help but poke Nai Ge Li Si and asked: "What is this lord's job? Didn't he say he was the Pope of Light?"

"Hehe, he is a professional charlatan," Nai Ge Li Si said proudly: "More professional than you. Want to learn? I'll have him teach you later."

Beside them, An Ge tilted his head. He felt a strong belief: I want to stand up—I want to stand up—let me stand up—

An Ge looked in the direction the belief came from. He had actually noticed that direction long ago because, among a pile of tents, shacks, and even open-air straw mats, there was a rather luxurious carriage with an exquisite emblem hanging on it—the emblem of the Howling Opera Troupe.

Yes, it was the Howling Opera Troupe of the witch. Clearly, the Undead King in this world not only replicated Du Luo Ken's things but also replicated quite a few of the witch's things.

An Ge projected his consciousness along this belief and saw a skinny, emaciated woman lying in the carriage. She turned her face and looked through the window at Andong Ni dancing in the air, her eyes filled with fanaticism: "I want to stand up. Is this a soul ritual dance? I want to learn this—I want to dance this—"

A very strong belief, accompanied by surging soul flames. An Ge glanced at her body.

The woman's whole body shook, and she looked up in horror at her surroundings, trembling: "No... is it the God of the Undead?"

She felt a gaze sweep over her. That emaciated body, a body that felt nothing even when her maids pinched or squeezed her, actually had a faint warm current flowing through it.

Is it the God of the Undead? Is it the gaze cast by the God of the Undead after hearing her prayer?

An Ge glanced at her and knew where her problem was. Her cervical spine was fractured, and the fractured part had proliferated, pressing on the nerves, causing her to have no sensation below the chest.

This kind of injury was too easy for An Ge. One or two swipes, and then a few Cleansing Arts.

The woman only felt the skin and flesh behind her neck split open, and some kind of force swiped across her cervical vertebrae. Then, a piece of something fell out. Before she could feel the pain, a warm current surged into her body, and the split skin and flesh healed rapidly.

An unprecedented sense of fluidity surged into her heart. The woman was shocked to find that her hands, feet, and body had 'returned'.

Yes, returned. She had lost her body, hands, and feet for ten years. Now, she could once again feel their existence.

Trembling, the woman used her emaciated hands to support her equally emaciated body. Because she hadn't done this for so long, this simple movement took her several attempts.

Supporting her body and looking back, the woman finally saw what had fallen out. It was a piece of bone fragment with blood streaks.

A miracle. The God of the Undead just gave a gaze, and actually cut off a piece of her bone, allowing her, who had been paralyzed for ten years, to return to normal. Heavens, what kind of miracle is this?

Paralyzed for ten years, from self-pity to despair, the woman had never been as convinced of the existence of the God of the Undead as she was today.

She crawled off the carriage tremblingly, moving her hands and feet in a distorted way. Not having moved for ten years made her movements like those of a stiff corpse.

The maid kneeling beside the carriage discovered the woman and couldn't help but let out a scream. This scream startled more people. Everyone looked over one after another and immediately let out an even greater uproar.

A luxurious carriage, a paralyzed woman—their arrival had long since become a topic of conversation. People nearby all knew that the owner of the carriage was a paralyzed patient. Now, seeing the patient who had originally been paralyzed in bed actually stand up, how could they not be in an uproar?

This was much more shocking than those old people 'standing up'.

What shocked them even more was that the woman walked forward with distorted movements. As she walked, her movements became more and more flexible, and she slowly started to dance. Her body also slowly became plump. Her gaze was fixed on Andong Ni in the air, imitating his every move.

The entire venue became increasingly enthusiastic. Some people couldn't help but follow the woman and dance with their own bodies.

The Undead Holy Fire surged upward, and its burning light was clearly visible from dozens of kilometers away. This abnormality naturally also alarmed the Undead Council. On the distant horizon, black shadows dragging long trails surged toward this direction. ===== CHAPTER 559 =====