Chapter 566: My lord, this Wind of Rest

This idea actually already existed in the Palace of Rest. However, the range of the Palace of Rest was too small, and one could see the end at a glance, so it couldn't be verified whether it would be effective. Now it can just be tested.

To try this, An Ge only needs to put his consciousness into the Undead Holy Fire, then focus his attention on an area, and suck hard.

Not far from the Undead Temple, on a piece of gray-black land, the gray and black slowly faded and receded, revealing the gray-brown color of the soil itself, and the death aura greatly weakened.

A gray-white hand bone poked out from the soil, raked away the surface soil, and a gray-bone skeleton turned over and sat up in a daze.

Its soul was filled with confused emotions. It picked up the soil on its body and watched it leak from its fingers...

The skeleton's brain capacity obviously couldn't figure out why this happened, so it had to get up and wander around. It wandered to a piece of gray-black land, dug a pit again, and buried itself.

But not long after, it turned over and sat up again, looking at the gray-brown soil on its body, extremely confused.

The dead and silent Plain of Rest became lively. From time to time, skeletons and zombies crawled up, stayed in a daze for a while, and then cursed and moved to another place.

An Ge's consciousness extended continuously, constantly sucking clean the land blocks with dense death breath. These energies flowed into the Undead Temple, flowed into the Undead Holy Fire, and finally gathered into his Undead Divinity.

156n.

Sure enough, the Undead Temple is an amplifier. It can amplify and expand An Ge's power, thereby improving efficiency in all aspects. Not only the efficiency of absorbing death aura, but even the range of divine skills has also been improved, such as the Speed Death Aura.

However, this kind of improvement requires a powerful soul to support it. The required strength might be something that even Lords of Mourning like Luo Ke and Fei Ti couldn't bear. Only the Undead Divinity can drive it.

If the temple is used to expand the range of the Speed Death Aura, then An Ge's consumption will be massive. Even if he puts all his divine power into it, he won't be able to support it for a few minutes.

However, what if the acceleration efficiency of the Speed Death Aura is reduced? For example, shortening the six-month growing season to three months? Reducing the effective range to a diameter of dozens of kilometers?

An Ge patiently tried and adjusted. As a result, the creatures within the effective range felt particularly hungry. They were full at noon, but they were hungry again in less than three hours.

However, fortunately, this attempt didn't last too long. After comparing the specific data, An Ge stopped.

At the same time, night fell.

In the world within the Death Line, the night is always more lively than the day. The night wind is quiet, peaceful, and dense with death breath. Some undead creatures will take advantage of this time to crawl out and drink some southwest wind to strengthen their souls.

An Ge's consciousness never left the Undead Holy Fire, naturally sensing that the death breath was gradually becoming dense, so he didn't want to leave even more.

He extended his consciousness, curiously touching those breaths in the night wind that made him feel very peaceful, just like when he first arrived at the Plane of Rest, hiding in a pit and reaching out his hand to touch the Wind of Rest.

The death aura after the Death Line is actually denser than the Abyss of Rest, because the sunlight here is not as 'fierce' as the main plane. This fierceness refers to the annihilation of death breath.

An Ge discovered it as soon as he arrived in this world. The sunlight here didn't make him as irritable as the main plane. Low-level gray-bone skeletons dared to hang under the wooden sign at the entrance of the town at noon. If they dared to do this on the main plane, their souls would have been dried up by the sun long ago.

Less annihilation during the day, more accumulation at night, day after day, created a denser death aura in this world.

The feeling during the day was not very obvious, but at night, the wind blowing was cold.

An Ge tried to guide these 'cold' breaths into the Undead Holy Fire, into the Undead Divinity, and into his own soul.

I don't know how long it took, An Ge suddenly perceived a strange phenomenon. If the death aura in a certain area flows faster, it will be denser.

How to describe this phenomenon? It's as if there is an ink stick in a pool. When the water in the pool is still, it will slowly spread to the surroundings. If someone stirs the water in the pool and washes the ink stick, the direction of the water flow will be particularly black.

An Ge glanced at the direction. That side happened to be the direction of the Eye of Death Breath. Could that 'ink stick' be the Eye of Death Breath?

An Ge tried to guide the wind to scrape that 'ink stick'. Sure enough, the wind blowing through that area contained much denser death breath.

So fun. An Ge didn't strengthen his soul anymore, but directly guided the 'wind' to scrape that area.

Because that area was already beyond the effective range of the Undead Temple, An Ge couldn't directly guide the wind in that position. He could only guide the wind within the effective range, throw it over, scrape a little, throw it over again, and scrape a little more, cycling like this.

As long as the thrown wind is faster, the scraped death breath is more, and the more condensed it is controlled, the denser it is scraped.

For An Ge, who has super control, this is simply a piece of cake. He is preparing to try to stir up a tornado and suck the death breath in that position dry in one breath.

However, before he could complete this feat, he felt someone pushing him, and while pushing, he cursed loudly: "Dead skeleton, wake up, dead skeleton, wake up, Ku Ba Da, if you don't wake up again, I'll spit dragon saliva on you."

An Ge slowly came back to his senses. As soon as he came back to his senses, he felt something was wrong. Why is the wind around so strong?

Everyone gathered around him, because only within a range of dozens of meters centered on him was it calm. Outside this range, a gray wind was blowing, a fierce wind, a howling wind, the Wind of Rest.

Wind of Rest? An Ge tilted his head in confusion.

Seeing his innocent look, Nai Ge Li Si was furious, pointed outside and asked: "Was it you? Was it you? What exactly did you do? Why is there a Wind of Rest blowing here? What exactly did you do!"

No need to think, it must be that this dead skeleton did something. Otherwise, how could the Wind of Rest blow for no reason? This plane had never had the Wind of Rest blow, and no one had even heard of that thing.

An Ge spread his hands in confusion.

With his awakening, the uncontrolled wind weakened rapidly and soon dissipated into nothingness.

However, although the wind stopped, the outside was a mess. No one here had seen the Wind of Rest, let alone had experience dealing with it. At this moment, everyone was blown crooked, their faces pale.

Andong Ni quickly checked a few and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the intensity of the Wind of Rest is not high, and the duration is very short. It didn't form wind stiffness, just 'frozen', and it will be fine after a few days."

Immediately, he clapped his hands again, summoned those skeleton knights, and ordered in a low voice: "Although there was a little mistake, it's not a bad thing. Let's unify our statement: The God of the Undead has descended, death is always with our Lord, everyone was swept by divine might, this is the grace of our Lord, quickly feel the divine might, it can strengthen the soul."

Those skeleton knights now simply worship Andong Ni as a god and follow his instructions. It is even more useful than Ken Te's orders. If it weren't for the soul connection, these skeleton knights would have rebelled long ago.

Anyone with eyes can see the gap between Andong Ni and Ken Te. One is a commander who controls the whole scene, and the other is an old rookie who is at a loss when encountering accidents. They are not on the same level at all.

Even this kind of sudden accident can be utilized to make things turn in a direction favorable to him. Heavens, if the Undead Temple had been managed by such a person from the beginning, would these skeleton knights still need to blackmail and extort traveling merchants for that little bit of money?

The skeleton knights rushed in all directions, praising the power of the God of the Undead. Andong Ni then turned to An Ge and asked carefully: "My lord, was this Wind of Rest summoned by you? Or was it created by you?"

———Author's Note———

Thanks for the reward. ===== CHAPTER 567 =====