Chapter 61: Rapid Death Halo

Ever since Ang stole the soul flame of faith, Naigelis knew this day would eventually come. Divine grid, well, with faith, what's there to fear about not having a divine grid? Unless discovered by a true god in advance, jumping out and slapping him to death.

But the problem is, the Monarch is missing.

As long as no one comes out to stop Ang, with his current scale of believers, he should be able to ignite the divine fire in a few hundred years and achieve a divine grid.

Don't think it's slow, there are even slower ones, such as the Knowledge God...

Naigelis spent a full six thousand years to ignite the divine fire back then. Thanks to it being a Huang Tong Dragon, its life was long enough, otherwise it would have died of old age.

Originally thought it would take a few hundred years to ignite the divine fire, who could have imagined that the original divine grid was sealed in the undead fire main flame of the Palace of Rest, directly allowing Ang to skip hundreds of years of accumulation.

What else can be said? Except for dog-shit luck, Naigelis couldn't think of other words to describe it.

Now it was more curious, what divine skill did Ang awaken?

"What is a divine skill?" Ang tilted his head, asking in confusion.

"It's like your Death Scythe, a skill that can be released without much effort." Naigelis said.

Skills are actually combinations of moves that fit the power system and can be released without much effort.

For example, Golden Skeletons, it's easier for them to summon corpses. Stomping a few times on the grave can summon large swaths of corpses, so there is the arrival of the Emperor.

And the so-called awakening is suddenly realizing how to summon corpses more easily.

Skills must fit the power system. For example, a mage will never awaken skills related to battle aura.

However, "divine" skills are a bit complicated. Besides fitting the power system, they must also fit the faith system. A necromancer who kills like mowing grass cannot awaken holy light skills that save the dying and heal the wounded.

But to fit the power system and also fit the faith requirements of the masses, it will lead to some inexplicable strange changes. For example, the Harvest Goddess's divine skill is—Gaze Conception. Under the gaze of the Harvest Goddess, the probability of conception can be greatly increased.

So many infertile couples will hang the statue of the Harvest Goddess in the bedroom, engaging in husband-and-wife life every night under the gaze of a kind goddess holding rice ears.

Is it very strange? According to Naigelis's research, it might be because in the simple faith of the broad masses, harvest and conception are connected. Harvest represents richness, represents being able to raise more children, represents harvest, and children are also a kind of harvest.

Ang tilted his head and asked: "Your divine skill."

"Ah? Why ask this? It's not me who ignited the divine fire." Naigelis said nervously.

It's because I don't understand, so I'm asking. Ang's head tilted to the other side: "Your divine skill?" Rarely seen, actually able to hear a tone of doubt in the words.

Naigelis twisted for a while before saying: "Enlightenment Halo." The voice was so low that if one wasn't careful, it would be skipped over.

"Enlightenment Halo, what effect." Ang asked again.

Anyway, since it had already been said, Naigelis wasn't afraid of boiling water. It said self-abandonedly: "It has the effect of a tornado. People around me can more easily enlighten their wisdom, learn more knowledge, more easily erupt with inspiration, and achieve higher academic achievements."

To tell the truth, this divine skill is super chicken-rib. It can only enlighten others' wisdom, but can't enlighten Naigelis's wisdom.

Therefore, as long as it stays with others, others' wisdom is improved, while it remains unchanged. Isn't this a disguised intelligence-lowering halo?

And the effect of the halo is gradual, not having an effect after staying for a while, that is to say, only people who stay with it for a long time will be affected.

Originally, wisdom is something where a fluctuation of one or two points has no meaning. Only after accumulating a certain amount, quantitative change leads to qualitative change, can it be clearly felt.

Who is qualified to stay with a Huang Tong Dragon every day? One can imagine how chicken-rib this divine skill is.

"Oh." Ang nodded, indicating he understood, and then transferred the heavy-armored zombies in, heads facing inward to form a circle, and then placed the Huang Tong Book in the center of the circle.

Naigelis felt its blood pressure rise. Is this asking it to enlighten the wisdom of these zombies?

Ang nodded: "Can't it be done?"

The intelligence of zombie skeletons is too low, they are the ones most in need of enlightenment. If they could be as smart as the little zombie and the angel skeleton, it would be easier to command them. It's just that I don't know if it can be effective for zombie skeletons.

"Yes." Naigelis gritted its teeth and responded. It, a dignified Knowledge God, actually went to enlighten zombies and skeletons? Ka Ku Ku Ku Ku Ba Da: "I think you need enlightenment more."

"Oh." Ang responded. A hand bone reached in, preparing to grab Naigelis out. Clearly, Ang had listened to its words and was preparing to carry the Huang Tong Book on his body to enlighten himself.

"Stop, stop! You are smart enough, don't need the Enlightenment Halo. Better let me stay here. These zombies really need to improve their intelligence." Naigelis hurriedly changed its words.

It was crazy to run out. Sealed in the Huang Tong Book, Naigelis didn't have any ability to protect itself. What if it was snatched? And what place could be safer than the Palace of Rest? Projecting out, the form is freer and safer. It was stupid to let Ang take it out.

Ang withdrew his Hand of Dimensional Passage.

Naigelis wiped cold sweat with non-existent hands, secretly thinking: Ka Ku Ku Ku Ku Ba Da, never talk nonsense with this silly skeleton again, he will take it seriously.

The Huang Tong Book obediently fell into the circle formed by the zombies, radiating a halo that no one could see. Anyway, in the Palace of Rest, it made no difference where the Huang Tong Book was placed.

"You haven't said what your divine skill is yet? No reason not to awaken a skill, right? It doesn't make sense. Once the divine fire is ignited, you should know what abilities you possess." Naigelis asked suspiciously.

Ang didn't know how to describe it. With a thought, he arrived at the farm area.

Naigelis followed with a swish, only to see Ang reach out his finger and lightly point at a flower that hadn't opened.

Following Ang's light point, the flower opened instantly, then quickly withered and turned into fly ash. The whole process probably didn't even take one-tenth of a second.

Naigelis jumped up, screaming in disbelief: "Ka Ku Ku Ku Ku Ba Da, Rapid Death? Halo? Does such a divine skill really exist?"

"Accelerated death?" Ang tilted his head.

Naigelis explained: "Rapidly rushing toward death. I always thought this kind of divine skill was fabricated. In the Rapid Death Halo, all life will rapidly burn its own life force, accelerating the entire life process until death. As long as it is a creature with a lifespan, whether it is an animal or a plant, it will accelerate the entire life process."

"Creatures that could originally live for a hundred years might grow old and die in just a few hours in your halo. No defensive magic or equipment can resist it, unless it's a similar barrier or domain."

"This is too perverted. In the future, whoever fights with you will have to bear the risk of rapid death.

"This is unfair. Why can you awaken such practical divine skills? Are you the illegitimate son of the Goddess of Luck? Scythe of the Death God, Aura of Instant Death—they are all practical combat skills. But you don't even like fighting; why would a farming skeleton awaken this kind of skill?"

Nai Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si sounded somewhat resentful by the end. Why couldn't he awaken such practical skills himself?

Ang ignored him and ran to the center of the farmland on his own, stamping a footprint firmly into the open ground.

After obtaining the Hand of Dimensional Passage, Ang had been multitasking by farming here. He had sown three hundred mu of seeds alone, accounting for one-tenth of the entire farm's area.

This was almost the limit of what he could cultivate as a single skeleton before. However, now that he had mastered the Scythe of the Death God, the harvesting speed had greatly increased, and it seemed he could manage even if he planted a bit more.

The moment he stamped his footprint, the crops all around began to sprout, grow, head, fill, flower, fruit, and mature at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Perhaps because the coverage area was large, the speed wasn't that fast. It took a full three hours for the crops to complete their entire growth process, and they were about to enter the stage of withering and turning into fly ash. However, Ang suddenly interrupted the Aura of Instant Death, then manipulated the Hand of Dimensional Passage to drag the Scythe of the Death God across the crops.

The entire acceleration process was thus abruptly interrupted.

Nai Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si snapped his pages shut; he couldn't bear to watch. He knew it would be like this. Any skill in Ang's hands would turn into a farming skill. Kubada, could this be the reason why he was able to awaken practical skills?!

Yinbi hugged his box and wouldn't let go: "No, I won't give it up. The box stays with the person; if the box is lost, the person dies."

"No, President Yinbi, you and the box together are too large in volume; our teleportation array cannot transport you. You don't need to worry. You teleport over first, and we will teleport the box to you at the first opportunity," Lan tried hard to persuade him.

"No, I would rather not go back than be separated from it," Yinbi loudly refused.

"Then how about we teleport the box over first, and then teleport you? Will that work?" Lan changed the plan.

"No, that's even worse. What if it gets lost? No goblin would ever let their general store leave their side. Give up on that idea," Yinbi was firm in his resolve.

Lan became a bit angry: "If our teleportation array weren't so small, and if you didn't have connections in the human world, would we be bothering you? I would have gone myself. We've talked so much and given you so many favorable conditions, yet now you are stalling because of a box?"

"We didn't say anything about being separated from the box when we were talking. No power can separate me from my box; you should give up. If I had known you wanted to separate me from my box, I would never have negotiated with you," Yinbi said angrily.

"Can't the power of money do it either?" Lisha stopped Lan, who was about to lose her temper, walked gracefully to Yinbi, took his hand, and stuffed a bottle of Sacred Essence into his palm.

"The things in your box are messy and disorganized; they aren't worth much money. You've also said that this kind of undiluted Sacred Essence can sell for 1,500 magic crystals in the human world, equivalent to 15,000 dwarf gold coins. Can it change your mind?" Lisha said.

Upon hearing 1,500 magic crystals, Yinbi instantly gripped the bottle tightly, a look of hesitation appearing on his face.

The items in his box were indeed very messy and very picky about buyers. If he found the right buyer—for example, for the brass dragon scales—he could sell them for a high price of 500 magic crystals. But if he couldn't find a suitable buyer, many things were worthless.

Perhaps the most valuable thing was the box itself, which could barely count as a spatial item. But no matter how valuable it was, it wasn't worth 1,500 magic crystals. But the problem was, that was the goblin's general store. Without this box, could he still be considered a goblin profiteer... merchant?

Yinbi struggled with the dilemma for a long time before saying weakly: "It's not impossible, but you have to pay more."

Lisha smiled slightly, took out another bottle of essence, and stuffed it into Yinbi's hand. A very dangerous light flashed in her eyes: "One bottle of essence is a deposit; you have to return it after you teleport over and get the box. If you want more money, then we'll buy it. The box belongs to us, how about that?"

Now it was Lan's turn to hold Lisha back. She knew this woman's personality too well. Anything could be discussed, but talking about adding money easily made her lose control. If she ended up beating Yinbi's dog head in, the whole plan would be ruined.

Yinbi nodded, hugged the essence tightly, and with a backhand pull, the general store box, which he claimed never to be separated from, ended up in Lisha's hands.

Huddling his head and shrinking his neck, he sat into the small teleportation array. After a flash of white light, Yinbi disappeared.

After his figure vanished, Lan spat and said bitterly: "That damn goblin, a guy who only cares about money. Can he be reliable? Don't let him go and never return, leaving us unable to build our large teleportation array."

Building a large teleportation array capable of transporting living people had always been the dream of Bingcheng. Their current small teleportation array could only barely transport someone of Yinbi's small size; it was too inconvenient.

To build a large teleportation array, several key materials were needed. This plane didn't have them, and they were controlled materials that couldn't be bought through normal channels.

Now that they had the line with Yinbi and the Silver Light Chamber of Commerce, the probability of getting the key materials was much higher.

It wasn't just the materials for the teleportation array, but also a large amount of grain. Bingcheng's planting area had been completely burned, and feeding the remaining people would be a very difficult task.

Although Yinbi was a member of the Holy Blade Army, the Silver Light Chamber of Commerce was not; Yinbi was just one of its partners.

For a chamber of commerce like this, a vice president was equivalent to an independent caravan with a high degree of autonomy. Yinbi had his own staff and business, reporting only to Li'Li Ao Na De and the quartermaster. Other members of the Holy Blade Army didn't even know of his existence.

Now that Li'Li Ao Na De was dead, the Holy Blade Army would likely be in chaos. Before a new Holy Knight took over, no one would remember a goblin.

As long as the quartermaster was taken care of, a report on 'adventurously infiltrating the enemy camp to gather intelligence, falling into enemy hands, bribing the guards, taking the opportunity to escape, and bringing back important intelligence' would appear on the Cardinal's desk.

With this plan in mind, Yinbi, having returned to the human world, took advantage of the night to quietly visit the quartermaster's private residence. Just as he knocked on the door a few times, the door opened with a 'whoosh', and a black hand reached out from inside and hauled him in.

Inside the room, he saw three shadows that looked like ghosts. One of them was holding the quartermaster, a blurry face leaning close to the quartermaster's face, sucking out wisps of soul fire.

"Black... Black Knight!? Don't, don't search my soul, I'll tell you everything." Yinbi was scared to the point of wetting himself, and he confessed impatiently before the other party even spoke.

The Black Knight holding Yinbi snorted coldly, twisted his hand, and snapped Yinbi's neck. He leaned his face over to suck out the soul and search his memories.

After a long, long time, a slit opened where the Black Knight's eyes should be, and he muttered a few times: "Farming skeleton? Saintess? Sword Saint? Angel? A strange combination, an interesting abyss... His Eminence the Bishop should like this."

The voice grew lighter and lighter, just like their shadows, fading away until they disappeared into the air, leaving only two corpses behind.

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