Chapter 64: The Twelve Guardian God Constructs

When Fielin, Lisa, and the others arrived, they only saw the little zombie working hard with a hoe, digging like a dog, while Ang cast a Wind Long Juanfeng to blow the excavated sand and soil far away.

However, the building underneath was too massive. Relying solely on the strength of Ang and his group was like ants digging on a beach; the more they dug, the more it collapsed.

"Eh? My lord, have you dug out the Throne of God?" Fielin said in surprise.

"Throne of God? City Lord, do you know what's underneath?" Aisk asked in shock. He had been to this basin many times and never thought there was anything underneath.

"Throne of God?" Negris was surprised: "What Throne of God? Which kind of Throne of God?"

Except for Lisa, everyone cast curious gazes at Fielin.

"The Twelve Guardian God Thrones, the guardians of the World Transit Station. It's been a long time. The Thrones are actually still intact; the Empire's construction quality is truly good." Fielin sighed sincerely.

Negris showed an 'as expected' expression: "It really is the Guardian God Thrones. Are the Guardian Gods still there?"

Fielin said: "They should all be there. After the Breath of Rest blew, it only took thirty or forty years for the floating soil to bury the entire World Transit Station. The people who lived inside had to evacuate; most went to Bingcheng, and a small portion followed me to establish Lich City. When I evacuated from here, the floating soil only covered the Guardian Gods' knees. Returning decades later, even the Thrones couldn't be seen."

Negris wanted to say something else, but just as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Aisk: "Don't just chat among yourselves; tell us what the Guardian God Thrones are. It's killing us with curiosity."

Lina and Craig nodded repeatedly, their faces full of anxiety. Lightning also leaned its head over to listen carefully.

Only Ang was uninterested, or rather, he wasn't interested in stories; he wanted to dig the things out, continuing to dig pits with the little zombie and the angel skeleton.

Negris looked at Fielin, hoping he would answer. Negris himself only had a half-understanding of the Guardian God Thrones and probably couldn't explain it clearly. But Fielin didn't answer, instead casting his gaze toward Lisa.

Lisa pondered for a while and said: "The Twelve Guardian God Thrones are the guardian gods of the World Transit Station. They are powerful soul constructs: steel bodies, immortal souls, immense power, and invincible resistance. With them guarding the World Transit Station, no enemy dared to invade this place."

"They are powerful existences capable of soloing dragons and titans, national artifacts capable of protecting a region, and one of the most feared war weapons of the Undead Empire. Back when I was a Light Saintess, I observed them at close range and studied them deeply, but I couldn't think of any way to break through the World Transit Station under their protection."

"With them present, even the most brutal demons in the Abyss could only obediently pay the transit fees and stay far away. The most cunning goblin merchants only dared to obey the laws and pay taxes according to the rules. The most arrogant noble young masters, uh, would be stepped flat. Back then, a noble young master teased me here and was stepped flat by the Guardian God Patxi Duluo."

"And the Thrones are the seats of the Guardian Gods. The Guardian Gods cannot leave the Thrones too far; they must return to the Thrones within ten minutes. This is their greatest flaw; otherwise, the Twelve Guardian Gods would have become the Kings of Terror sung about across all worlds. They are too powerful; each one weighs over twenty tons. A Sword Saint like Lu Se couldn't even withstand a single punch in front of them."

Before Lisa finished speaking, some were already trembling with fear. Lina said in a trembling voice: "Are they that scary? How about, how about we ask Lord Ang to stop digging, and let's leave."

Fielin said: "Don't be afraid. As long as you follow the rules, the Twelve Guardian Gods won't hurt anything. They actually have no emotions and will only faithfully execute the orders of the King and the Watcher. Well, except for Patxi. However, they haven't been able to move for a long time. Now, a thousand years have passed, and I don't even know if the souls inside the Guardian Gods still exist."

Theoretically, souls are eternal and indestructible, but before the floating soil buried them, they had been blown by the Breath of Rest for decades.

And when mentioning the Watcher, Fielin subconsciously glanced at Ang. This look gave him a huge fright: a tornado was actually slowly forming in front of Ang.

Ang kept using the Wind Long Juanfeng to blow away the mud and sand dug out by the little zombie, but his casting rate was too high—two or three per second, without stopping, forming a chain. As a result, the wind elements were highly concentrated, forming a wind element vortex, which actually gave birth to a tornado.

A tornado is a Level 6 wind magic. Ang had forcibly stirred up a Level 6 tornado with a Level 1 Wind Long Juanfeng.

The tornado sucked away all the sand and soil near the Throne, revealing a steel sculpture on the Throne.

That was a sturdy steel construct with a barrel-like body topped with a round head. Its two arms were long and thin, with circular telescopic structures, as if the arms could extend.

It stood four meters tall, its surface covered in complex magic patterns. It looked like it had no waist, with the barrel body sitting directly on the Throne.

The so-called Throne was indeed very much like an enlarged high-backed chair. At the same time, it was also the main structure of the building. A long walkway extended from the seat toward the center of the basin, and the Guardian God construct stood on the 'seat'.

Fielin pointed to the walkway and continued to introduce: "This is the walkway leading to the center of the teleportation array. Usually, it and the Throne would rise to about this position, level with the edge of the basin. Transported goods could directly leave through the walkway or be transferred to the commercial and residential area below. Once encountering an attack or danger, the walkway would descend, cutting off the enemy's advance."

"However, I worked here for decades, and after reincarnating as a lich, I worked for another few decades, but I never saw the walkway descend until the World Transit Station closed. Thinking about it, in this barren world, how could enemies come from the outside? If they were to come, they would come from the teleportation array."

"When the walkway descends and the World Transit Station stops, these Guardian God constructs can no longer move. I previously tried to transport them to the underground city for safekeeping, but I couldn't move them. After being blown by the Breath of Rest for decades, when I returned in the first few years, Patxi would still chat with me. Later, when I came again, it didn't respond. I don't know if it's sleeping or if it has perished."

"This is Patxi Duluo, the only one among the Twelve Guardian Gods with a name. We usually call it by its nickname—Spring Hand. Its fist can pop out over ten meters, and its power is comparable to a siege hammer..."

Fielin rambled on for a long time, and everyone understood: these were just a batch of powerful guardian constructs that couldn't leave a fixed range. Because the teleportation array stopped, they lost energy, and they were just steel sculptures whose souls might have perished.

"Lord City Lord, besides these Guardian God constructs, is there anything else underneath?" Aisk asked: "For example, food?"

"What are you thinking? Besides the houses and buildings that couldn't be moved, even the door panels were dismantled. The Breath of Rest blew until it was completely buried here, but that was after several decades. My ancestors and Lu Se's great-great-great-great-great... uh, never mind, anyway, it was ancestors from a thousand years ago who fought a few times to grab food. In the blink of an eye, his great-great-grandson has become a Sword Saint. Sigh, time passes too quickly."

Aisk had black lines all over his forehead: "Your 'blink of an eye' is too long. A thousand years, and you still say it's too fast?"

Hearing Fielin's words, everyone's faces showed disappointment. No matter how powerful the Twelve Guardian Gods were, and no matter how prosperous the World Transit Station was back then, it had all been buried under the sand and dust over a thousand years ago and couldn't solve their current problems.

If there was still food in the commercial and residential area below, then this place had value. If not, they had no interest in staying. With empty stomachs, who had the mood to listen to stories?

Even if these Guardian Gods were still alive and could move, what was the use? No matter how powerful the strength, it couldn't solve the problem of hunger.

Fielin also realized this and was preparing to discuss the food problem with Ang. To be honest, he found it hard to open his mouth; he had borrowed food from Ang once before and hadn't paid it back yet.

However, what Fielin didn't know was that Ang didn't consider the last time as 'borrowing', because the last time, besides bringing Ang tens of thousands of soul flames, it also brought tens of thousands of pan-believers, among whom no fewer than a thousand had firm beliefs, providing him with one or two thousand soul flames every day.

However, before Fielin could say anything, Ang placed his hand on the barrel-shaped body of the Guardian God construct. The Hand of Dimensional Passage, fused with the leather bracelet, trembled, and the tall Guardian God construct suddenly moved.

"My King's most loyal guard, Patxi Duluo, dedicated to serving... serving... serving you..." It only moved once, and a weak soul fluctuation came from the construct. Before it could finish a sentence, it fell silent again.

"Lord Patxi? Lord Patxi, are you still alive? Are you still alive?" Fielin rushed to the side of the construct, shouting excitedly with his soul.

In the decades after the teleportation array stopped, Fielin had returned here many times, but gradually stopped getting responses from Patxi, which was why he thought the soul inside the construct had perished. He didn't expect it to still be alive.

A weak soul fluctuation came from inside the construct: "Eh... is that little Fielin... what alive... I died long ago... now I'm just... an immortal soul... so weak, how long have I been sleeping? Is there anything to eat... Oh oh oh! Where did this energy come from? Such powerful soul energy, I'm full of power!!!"

Just as Patxi asked if there was anything to eat, Ang poured soul energy into the construct. Ang's soul energy was inexhaustible, and he still had a large amount of replenishment every day, all of which he refined and stored in his left hand.

The massive soul energy soon filled Patxi, and its entire soul became spirited. The massive body made *clack-clack* sounds and slowly rose, revealing two... two short legs under the barrel torso.

Compared to the super-long spring-hand arms, the legs supporting its torso were truly thick and short. Even when raised to the highest, it only lifted its barrel torso by fifty centimeters.

The small head, like a semi-circular cover on the barrel, turned twice with *clack-clack* sounds, and ghostly blue flames ignited behind the grid, locking onto Ang.

"So it's Lord Watcher, Patxi Duluo, dedicated to serving you!" Patxi supported the ground with both hands, and its entire body leaned forward slightly.

Lisa couldn't help but quietly lean into Fielin's ear and say: "Is this a kneeling ritual? Is Lord Ang's status in the Undead Empire that high? Could he really be a projection of the King?"

Fielin didn't know what to say. Patxi's legs were too short to tell if it was a kneeling ritual, but it was certain that Ang's status was higher. And his speculation about Ang's identity was officially confirmed at this moment: he really was Lord Watcher.

Ang tilted his head and asked in confusion: "What is a Watcher?"

The so-called Watcher wasn't actually a formal name, but a conventional term. No one had ever said this word to Ang's face. Occasionally, he would hear people whispering about it, but he wouldn't associate it with himself.

This was the first time someone had called him Watcher to his face.

Patxi trembled all over, perhaps misunderstanding something. It reached out and pointed at Fielin. That super-long arm popped open, extending in front of Fielin, pointing almost against his nose: "The name given to you by humans. They call the controller of the World Transit Station the Watcher. We only know you are my lord."

Being pointed at by a fist as big as a head, Fielin didn't dare to move, but he couldn't help but curse in his heart: "If humans gave it, then humans gave it; why are you pointing at me?!"

Lisa leaned over and laughed in a low voice: "Does it look like an employee caught by the boss for a mistake, trying to shirk responsibility? My Lord Ang, are you really that supreme controller of souls and eternal life?"

Fielin knew his wife's personality best, and upon hearing this, he became vigilant: "What do you want to do? Even if he really is His Majesty the King, he is the Watcher now. Haven't you seen that my lord has never used any extraordinary power? Don't cause trouble for my lord."

"I won't, I won't. Do I look like that kind of person?"

"You do."

"Do I look like it!"

"You don't, not at all."

"Tell me, how does the title 'Her Majesty Lisa August, Undead Pope' sound? Is it good?"

Ten-plus minutes later, Patxi couldn't move. The soul energy Ang poured into it was only enough to maintain activity for ten-plus minutes. This was the greatest flaw of the Guardian God constructs: the energy consumption was too high, making it impossible to leave the Throne too far. Once it couldn't return in time, other Guardian Gods would have to drag it back.

Ang chatted with it for ten-plus minutes but didn't get anything out of it because they weren't on the same channel.

Ang wanted to know what a Watcher was, but Patxi thought he was angry about being given a random name. Ang wanted to know what happened to the World Transit Station, but Patxi thought Ang was blaming them for not protecting the place well. Ang wanted to ask why the transit station stopped, and it said it wasn't its doing.

Ang felt that communicating with it was so difficult.

Negris laughed so hard that its soul was coming out of its nostrils. Hahaha, this was the feeling it had when communicating with Ang normally.

Finally waiting for Ang to be free, Fielin hurriedly stepped forward and said: "My lord, both the underground city and Bingcheng have run out of food. I wonder if you could lend us some more?"

Lend food? Ang immediately thought of the surging soul flame tide from the last time he lent food, and then thought of something else. He turned over and mounted Negris, but being kicked off, he could only mount Lightning.

Leading the group out of the basin, they arrived at the large pit where the food was buried. After digging it open, he pointed at the food in the pit, then pointed at the basin not far away, and said: "People, dig, food."

Need people, dig the ground, give food. Relying on just the few of them, it was impossible to dig out the World Transit Station, but the combined people of Bingcheng and Lich City could.

Lina gasped and whispered to Craig: "The traces we followed all the way here, could they all have been left by Lord Ang planting food?"

Two chapters combined. ===== CHAPTER 65 =====