Chapter 59: It Actually

What is the liquid condensed by the Wind of Rest? Is it liquefied death aura?

"Should be, a condensate of rich death aura." Everyone gathered together to watch, studied it for a good while, only then reached a conclusion, and then someone asked: "What's the use?"

"Don't discuss what it's used for yet, pack it up first, it seems to be dissipating." They reached out their hands and feet to pack it up, but when they packed it, everyone discovered the weirdness of this thing. It wasn't really a liquid, more like fog. If you move it, it dissipates. If it dissipates, it disappears, just like dry-frozen fog, only more condensed.

After a busy time, that pool of about two hundred milliliters of death breath "liquid," one hundred milliliters of which was packed into a glass bottle, and the rest dissipated.

Covering the lid and waiting for it to settle, it actually only had half left, that is to say, only a quarter was packed, and the rest dissipated, making Feilin beat his chest and stamp his feet in heartache.

"My lord, can these death breath liquids and the Never-Drying Spring Stone be left for me to study?" Feilin asked.

He was infinitely curious about this kind of death breath liquid. The Wind of Rest had been blowing for thousands of years, and this was the first time he had seen "liquid" Wind of Rest. No need to think, it must contain countless secrets, maybe it could solve the origin of the Wind of Rest.

As for the Never-Drying Spring Stone, although its value was very high, Feilin knew Ang had many on hand, so he boldly asked for it. Otherwise, after the bottle in his hand was used up, he wouldn't have materials to continue studying.

Ang didn't care either, nodded, and then pointed to the twenty heavy-armored swordsman corpses and said: "Mine."

"Ah? All of them?" Feilin felt a heartache. These heavy-armored swordsmen were all good materials with strong physiques, but even more precious were the heavy armors on them.

This world lacked iron and craftsmen, and no one could be extravagant enough to build a set of seventy or eighty jin heavy armor, let alone twenty-some sets. When he distributed the spoils of war with Anna, the focus was on these heavy armors.

Originally thought Ang wouldn't want these things. Last time, Ang had no interest in the equipment of the two Paladins. Didn't expect him to want them all this time.

Although he felt heartache, Feilin didn't hesitate at all, hurriedly letting people pack the corpses, preparing to send them to Ang. After all, his wife had run away with Ang, what were a few corpses?

"No need." Ang lifted the corpses and transferred them into the Palace of Rest one by one.

The huge loading capacity made Feilin and Anna's teeth ache with envy. They also had space rings, but it was quite good to load some gold, silver, jewelry, and confidential documents. Twenty corpses weighed almost two tons, and they had never heard of space accessories that could load two tons.

After loading the spoils of war, Ang and the four "people" rode Lightning and ran toward Lich City. He had been away from Lich City for three days and two nights. He didn't know how the crops in the farmland were.

It wasn't that he was afraid there was no one to water them; he had instructed the Tauren auntie to water them on time. He was afraid that the Tauren family would steal and eat all the sugar beet leaves.

Returning to Lich City and tending to the crops in the field, Ang climbed to the top of the pit and transferred the largest Never-Drying Spring Stone tablet out. After a night of blowing, Ang collected five large buckets of death breath liquid.

Getting the heavy-armored swordsman corpses out, two were soaked in death breath liquid, two were buried in Soil of Breath, two were smeared with Holy Essence Liquid, two were treated with Purification Art, and two were lifted to the top of the pit and thrown directly on the ground to be exposed to the Wind of Rest.

A total of five control groups, preparing to see which kind of treatment for the corpses was the best.

The remaining ten, under Naigelis's "persuasion," were all turned into zombies.

"Don't you think you exposed a very serious problem in this battle?" Naigelis asked.

Ang shook his head.

"Your Death Scythe has too many restrictions, and magic attacks are so weak they have no damage. The angel skeleton only knows one big move, the little zombie is okay for wandering, but can't block from the front. If you encounter similar heavy-armored swordsmen next time, but they are not afraid of your Death Scythe, what will you use to block?!" Naigelis asked.

Ang pointed at it with his hand.

"Me? You want me to block? I'm only half a meter long! Have a conscience, will you! I'll die!" Naigelis exploded in anger.

Ang tilted his head: "Won't die."

Naigelis was choked up. Oh, right, it was a projection now. Even if its body was blown up, it wouldn't die. And thinking about it carefully, it really was a suitable shield. Its scales were hard and had high magic resistance. It wasn't so easy to chop it off in one move. A perfect shield.

Doesn't that mean it was born with the fate of blocking bullets?

Messy, messy. Naigelis's short little claws wanted to scratch its head, roaring: "Aren't there ready-made ones here! Can't you resurrect them to block bullets for you! Are you an idiot for leading me astray!!"

"Oh." Under Naigelis's angry "persuasion," Ang turned these corpses into zombies, and then discovered a problem: the equipment was too heavy, and the newborn zombies couldn't carry it.

This was embarrassing. Naigelis scratched its face awkwardly: "Can't carry it? Are zombies so weak? Mistake, mistake."

The path of heavy-armored zombies didn't work. Naigelis could only think of other ways. Thinking about it, the best way was actually for it to block bullets.

"Ka Ba Da, I am a Brass Dragon, I am a Knowledge God, not a shield. Wait a minute, leave this breastplate for me, I'll find Feilin to modify it, and leave this round shield for me too. Aiyo, if I had known, I wouldn't have let Lightning be the mount. At least a mount isn't as dangerous as a shield."

Naigelis sighed, feeling that it had tricked Lightning into being a mount without good intentions. It originally wanted to get rid of its fate as a mount, but didn't expect to be reduced to a shield. It was furious.

Two days passed, and the corpses of the other five control groups had changed. The corpses soaked in death breath liquid completed the toughening process in just two days, and two soul fires were catalyzed on them, becoming toughened-skin zombies.

That is to say, under the soaking of death breath liquid, two toughened-skin zombies were catalyzed in just two days, more than thirty times faster than the little zombie.

The process of the little zombie completing toughened-skin took a full few months, and this was based on it being fast and diligently preying every day. If it was wandering unconsciously, it wouldn't necessarily be toughened in one or two years.

Scraping the skin and flesh to look, the zombie's skeleton became very sturdy, and the small holes that should be in a normal skeleton were much less. If it continued to soak, the skeleton and skin would be further strengthened, and the effect would be the same as Ang guiding the cold, gloomy aura in the Wind of Rest.

Not everyone knows how to guide that cold, gloomy aura. There was one in the temple who didn't. The White-Bai Yin Skeleton had been sweeping the floor in the temple for a thousand years. Under normal circumstances, its soul should have grown strong enough to condense a Soul Heart, open wisdom, and the skeleton should have transformed into a Golden Skeleton.

However, it didn't. As if missing a certain key link, the White-Bai Yin Skeleton's evolution stopped, always maintaining its original level, until today.

Everything is either advancing or retreating. For a thousand years without progress, the White-Bai Yin Skeleton's skeleton couldn't be looked at closely; it was full of small holes of bone osteoporosis. Thanks to it being a White-Bai Yin Skeleton, otherwise it would have decayed long ago.

Another five buckets of death breath liquid were stored on the second night. Ang transferred them into the Palace of Rest, preparing to take them to the temple to let the White-Bai Yin Skeleton soak. Who knew that as soon as they were transferred into the Palace of Rest, a weird thing happened. The death breath liquid dissipated at an unprecedented speed, and it disappeared by a small half in the blink of an eye.

Ang tilted his head, somewhat blankly. He called Naigelis back, and the two stared blankly at the death breath liquid in the five buckets constantly dissipating, finally disappearing without a trace.

"This place will 'eat' death breath liquid?" Naigelis said in surprise. ===== CHAPTER 60 =====