Chapter 69: The Legacy of the Undead

"Teaching you is no problem, but why are you buying food? You can plant two hundred mu a day now, enough to feed the people of this world. Why buy food?" Negris transmitted a wave of information via soul: "Alright, taught."

"Plant." Ang replied.

"Buying food to plant? Don't you have seeds yourself?" Negris was surprised. The seeds Ang cultivated had quite a high yield. Was it necessary to buy other seeds to plant?

"Different seeds, plant together, no degradation." Ang said.

Negris thought for a long time before understanding the meaning of Ang's words, and its eyes widened: "You mean cross-breeding? Preventing seed degradation? You can think so far ahead?"

Ang tilted his head in confusion. Why not think so far ahead? Planting vegetables, he was a professional.

In the past, in the Palace of Breath, he had experienced seed degradation. He had managed to preserve the growth speed of the seeds, but the characteristics in terms of yield, pest resistance, lodging resistance, and root system were not good. Now that he had the conditions, why not improve them?

Organizing the information Negris transmitted, alright, learned.

Undead creatures are just cool in this regard; learning anything is done by soul transmission. Learning those magic texts, math, arcane arts, etc., that require rote memorization is not too convenient.

"If you are just receiving teleportation, you don't need to open all the functions of the teleportation array. You can just open the coordinates, which can save a lot of energy." Although it transmitted knowledge, Negris was still afraid Ang would make a mistake and couldn't help but point it out.

Ang waved his hand and opened the coordinates.

Continuing to familiarize himself with other functions, suddenly, on the coordinate system map, a point emitted a yellow light and flickered slowly.

"What is it?" Ang asked, waving his hand by the way.

"Don't! That's a request..." Negris shouted, but it was too late. That yellow light point had already moved to the center of the coordinate system map, and the light disappeared.

After a long while, a weak voice came over: "You... hello, can you hear me?"

Negris covered its face and said with its soul: "That's the identifier for a communication request. If you connect, doesn't it equal telling the opposite side that the World Transit Station is open?"

"Can't tell?" Ang tilted his head.

"Don't move." Negris sighed, not daring to let Ang operate it anymore. Its little claws scratched on the coordinate system, and it took a long while before it let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately, no identifier was made, no exposure."

God, the World Transit Station. If it were discovered that the World Transit Station had reopened, all planes would go crazy. Those people would desperately search for the location here and then come to grab it regardless of everything.

The World Transit Station. Mastering this place is equivalent to mastering the traffic artery of countless planes. Sitting and collecting money would make a fortune.

Ang tilted his head, clearly not understanding.

Negris explained: "Space magic doesn't have any marks or anything like that. It's impossible to connect to a teleportation point and have a big sign there saying 'So-and-so Teleportation Array', right? Only when it tells you who it is do you know who it is. This is the identifier."

"If you don't open the identifier, even if others connect, they won't know this is the World Transit Station. Why is the coordinate system map precious? It's because even if others don't tell you, you can know who the other party is." Negris leaned closer to look at that light point: "Unknown coordinate point? Uh, this is awkward."

It had just bragged about the power of the coordinate system, but now it didn't know which place the opposite side was.

"There is only one situation: this place is new and has never appeared in the coordinate system," Negris said affirmatively.

"Oh." Ang pulled his scarecrow hat, transformed into a human, and asked: "Who are you?"

"Ah? Ah! There's a response, there's a response! Witch, come quickly, come quickly, there's a response!" A very excited and agitated voice came from the opposite side. After a commotion, it quickly quieted down, and then, a female voice with a strange accent spoke:

"You... hello, great Lord of Purple Bones, finally got your response. I am the witch of the Purple Bone clan, the twenty-first generation Purple Bone, praying devoutly to you, wishing you soul peace." Following the witch's words, a wisp of soul flame appeared out of thin air and merged into Ang's body.

A witch who contacted him inexplicably was actually a believer of the undead.

However, it wasn't strange. The Undead Empire was at its peak back then, deterring all worlds. Which plane wouldn't have undead believers? Maybe Ang could take the teleportation array for a spin to other planes and harvest a bunch of faith power.

"What Purple Bone?" Ang asked.

"Ah? Purple Bone? Purple Bone is purple bones," the witch said.

Negris speculated: "Could it be a Death Skeleton? It's estimated that some small plane encountered a Purple Gold Skeleton, left behind the legend of the Lord of Purple Bones, and then formed primitive worship, built a teleportation array, and contacted the World Transit Station from time to time, wanting to find the Lord of Purple Bones, just like Fielin, Aisk, and the others, who come here from time to time to try their luck, wanting to contact the Palace of Breath."

Speaking of Purple Gold Skeletons, Ang immediately thought of that purple-gold figure, the most powerful skeleton under the Undead King, the Lord of Death... what was his name?

Ang tilted his head, not remembering the Lord of Death's name. He was just a little skeleton planting vegetables; who would tell him the Lord of Death's name? He was dozens of levels apart. The lord who created him didn't engrave these names into his soul, so he had to turn and ask Negris.

"His name is Locke, nickname 'Hard Bone', full name 'Hard Bone Locke'. These native undead creatures name themselves randomly," Negris curled its lips, slightly disdainful, but its eyes were a bit fearful.

No way, catching it was the King's intention, but the one who did it was Locke. That was a humiliating experience with no power to fight back. Besides finding superiority in the name, it couldn't find it in other aspects.

Hoping that the purple-gold bone had disappeared cleanly along with the King, Negris prayed guiltily.

Ang thought of another question: "What is the King's name?" Ang had never asked the King's name. Anyway, calling him King was enough, and he didn't need to know the specifics. But now that he asked, he would ask one more question by the way.

"The King is called... called... the King is called..." Negris said it several times, each time lower than the last, its expression becoming more and more terrified: "I know the King's name, but I can't remember it! My memory, my memory has been sealed!"

The terrifying thing about a memory seal is that you generally cannot feel anything abnormal, yet there are some things you simply cannot recall no matter what. If Ang had not asked him this question, Negris would never have realized his own memory had been sealed.

Ang tilted his head and said in confusion: "You are sealed."

Negris's expression froze. Oh right, it was originally sealed, sealed in the Brass Book, and by the way, part of its memory was sealed. What was strange about that?

Realizing this, Negris relaxed: "Fortunately, fortunately, it's not memory sealing, it's total sealing."

Perhaps because there had been no response from Ang's side for too long, the witch's voice sounded again in the light spot: "Lord of Purple Bones, are you still there?"

"Not Purple Bone, it's Lord of Death," Ang corrected. Locke was the Lord of Death, not the Lord of Purple Bones.

"Ah? Is it the Lord of Death? Is this your true name? Great Lord of Death, our Purple Bone clan has been guarding your hand bone. We name our clan after your name, praying for your protection. Lord of Death, please save our Purple Bone clan. We are being attacked by plague and hunger. Please protect us."

Following the witch's voice, another large wisp of soul flame was projected over. The opposite side seemed to be an Abyss plane, and Ang's side was also an Abyss plane. Both were worlds without planar barriers, so the power weakening wasn't very large.

This scale of soul flame wasn't something one or two people could form. When it was invested into Ang's soul, it was also mixed with some images.

It was an open space in a primeval forest, surrounded by simple leather tents. A large group of people in leather clothes and skirts surrounded a circle, constantly kowtowing.

Two old sorcerers, painted in gaudy colors all over their bodies, were performing a strange spirit-medium dance, with bursts of energy light diffusing from their bodies.

A wheat-skinned witch knelt in front of the teleportation array, saying something to a purple-gold hand bone.

It was just that the proportion of the hand bone was a bit wrong, a circle smaller than the witch and the others. If the proportion of the hand bone was normal, then the height of these people was at least between 2.5 and 3 meters, simply little giants.

That wisp of soul flame formed a symbol in Ang's soul. Up to this point, there were four symbols in Ang's soul.

Four? Wasn't it three? Ang, who was a bit strange, counted them. Indeed, there were four: Lisa's, Oak's, the witch Purple Bone's, and one was actually Silver Coin's. When did Silver Coin also form a symbol?

Negris finally reacted: "Hand bone? Purple-gold hand bone? Guarding? Locke's hand bone is with them?!"

Ang nodded. He had already seen the hand bone in the images mixed with the soul flame: purple-gold, from the elbow down, complete.

"Transmit it over," Ang said.

"Ah? Lord of Death, this is the only token we have to communicate with you. Can you let us keep it? Otherwise, we will lose all contact with you," the Purple Bone's voice became hesitant.

Losing contact? Not really. Ang touched the symbol belonging to Purple Bone and transmitted an intent over: "Transmit it over."

The Purple Bone kneeling on the ground was so scared she jumped up. Ang's voice actually sounded directly in her heart, not through the teleportation array.

Such a miracle, how would Purple Bone dare to hesitate? She hurriedly placed the hand bone on it and activated the teleportation array.

Negris pressed 'Receive' on the coordinate system, and the entire control room suddenly trembled lightly.

It wasn't the main control room that trembled, but the teleportation array at the very top. Between the two stone pillars, a flash of teleportation white light flickered, and a purple-gold hand bone appeared between the stone pillars.

Ang noticed that this teleportation method was different from the time he came to this world.

Back then, a light film appeared between the two stone pillars, and he passed through it like passing through a door. But this time, it was directly teleportation light. Could there be any difference between the two?

The hand bone was heavy, like metal, faintly carrying a familiar power. Before the undead soul disappeared, Ang had felt this power.

"It's Locke's hand bone, it's this aura. How did his hand fall into this... Purple Bone plane? Did he die in that plane?" Negris said.

Ang didn't pay attention to it, but brought a bucket, filled it with water, cast a Purification Art to purify it into holy water, then put in a bottle of essence liquid, a bag of holy mushroom powder, and was about to activate the teleportation array.

He didn't need to return to the control room; Ang's left hand could control the teleportation array anytime, anywhere. The control room was more like it was built for those without leather bracelets.

"Holy water? Don't you ask first? What if they aren't suffering from dysentery? Essence liquid? 1,500 magic crystals a bottle, and such a big bag of holy mushroom powder? Both of these are for treating external injuries and have nothing to do with plague. Too wasteful," Negris hurriedly stopped him.

Ang tilted his head: "I know these." The implication was that he didn't know anything else.

Negris vomited blood. If you don't know, ask me! Just as it wanted to say this, it suddenly thought, if it didn't transmit it over, it seemed there weren't many methods that could be used, and they didn't have medicine that could cure all diseases.

Swallowing the words that didn't come out, Negris stepped aside. White light flashed between the two stone pillars, and everything placed on it disappeared.

Just after transmitting those things over, when they returned to the control room, they heard Purple Bone's excited call: "Lord of Death, I gave the holy water to the patient to drink, and his plague symptoms immediately began to subside. Such a big bucket of holy water is enough for the patients of the entire tribe to drink. Thank you, Lord of Death."

Immediately, another large wisp of soul flame was projected over.

"You really bumped into it," Negris couldn't do anything else but shake its head and sigh at Ang's shit luck.

"By the way, Lord of Death, our ancestors also picked up a pair of wings of the moth you killed back then. I will transmit them to you immediately." Purple Bone said again.

Negris took a look and activated 'Receive' again. This time, the control room didn't even tremble lightly. It should be that the first teleportation made the teleportation array, which hadn't operated for a thousand years, smooth, so it no longer produced vibration.

Going out to take a look, he really saw the bone structure of a pair of wings.

Purple Bone said a lot of words of gratitude, reverence, and prayer again, before reluctantly cutting off the connection.

Holding these wing bone structures back, Negris couldn't help but sigh: "The legacy left by the Undead Empire is too rich. Just casually, in some Abyss, there is a loyal race waiting. Locke's dropped hand can become a faith. If you are willing, open the coordinate system and contact them one by one, maybe you can have a bunch of harvests."

"Oh." Ang opened the coordinate system, picked a light point, and was about to press it.

Negris threw away the bones, flew over to hug him, and smiled: "Can't press it randomly, must prepare well, prepare well first." In its heart, it had already slapped itself a series of slaps: I said earlier, don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense. This stupid skeleton will take it seriously!!!

Hurriedly closing the coordinate system and closing the teleportation array, it turned its head, but found that Ang was doing something that made its blood boil. He was actually dismantling the purple-gold Locke's hand.

"What are you doing!" Negris roared.

God, a complete hand bone was actually dismantled into pieces by Ang. Finger bones, palm bones, ulna, radius—how many bones are in a hand, and he dismantled it into as many pieces. This is the hand of the Lord of Death.

"Change," Ang said, and while speaking, he dismantled his right hand.

When he was in the Palace of Breath, Ang would go to the edge of the palace to find bones to replace his damaged bones. Once, he found a skeleton of a silver skeleton. Unfortunately, at that time, his soul wasn't enough to drive a skeleton of this level, so he had to regretfully give up.

Until now, his bones were still gray, just denser under the tempering of the Breath of Rest. But no matter how hard gray bones are, can they compare to purple-gold bones?

Ang knew he couldn't drive a whole hand of death, so he dismantled them into pieces and then used soul fire to combine them.

When Ang's elbow touched these purple-gold bones, an indescribable heavy pressure pressed onto him, almost pressing him to the ground.

No, it couldn't be driven at all. Removing the finger bones, it still didn't work. After removing the palm bones and only leaving the ulna and radius, the smooth feeling finally returned.

Connecting the original palm, Ang's right hand became a hand of death that replaced the ulna and radius.

The difference between purple-gold bones and gray bones wasn't big. Replacing them wasn't very conspicuous. Only under the illumination of light would the luster of gray-in-purple and purple-in-gold become obvious.

"*Kuba Da*, this works too? What about the remaining finger bones? How about replacing them on my feet? Let me also taste the flavor of trampling on Locke's hand," Negris said, and turning its head, it saw another thing that made its blood boil.

The little zombie was grabbing the angel skeleton's wings, stepping on its back with its feet, and forcibly tearing them off. Feathers fell all over the floor.

"What are you doing!!" Negris roared.

The little zombie and the angel skeleton turned their heads in unison to look over, then ignored it and continued to tear off the second wing.

After tearing them off, they picked up the pair of so-called 'moth' wings that Negris had carried back and forcibly snapped them onto their shoulder blades.

*Hehehe*, they actually snapped them on. That was a fart moth's wings; that was a pair of angel wings. It was estimated that the mural was drawn too exaggeratedly, leading to it being passed down as a moth.

In this way, the one fighting the Lord of Death Locke was actually a six-winged archangel? These are the wings of a six-winged archangel?

They indeed looked much larger than the angel skeleton's original wings, and the bone structure was also a circle thicker, giving a feeling of chicken wings turning into ostrich wings.

Flapping them twice, feeling they were handy, the angel skeleton ran to Ang, turned its back, and showed the wing bones to Ang, spread wide.

Negris could imagine what the angel skeleton wanted to say: Look, no feathers...

It was so envious: "When will you pick up some equipment for me? I also want to upgrade."

The little zombie also echoed on the side: "Roar! Roar roar!"

Who could have thought that starting a teleportation array could have equipment to pick up? The legacy of the undead was too rich.

At the end of the Demon Valley, in the Demon Great Rift, in a blocked cave under the cliff, a flash of teleportation light flickered, and two black lumps the size of fists appeared in the white light.

Black smoke overflowed from the black lumps, quickly stretching into two human-shaped shadows. If Silver Coin saw them, he would recognize them as the two Black Warriors who killed him.

One of the Black Warriors passed through the sealed cave entrance and returned not long after: "That's right, this is it, the World Transit Station. How did that fool Leo Nad get the coordinates here?"

"It seems someone bought food from them and provided some particularly valuable specialties. He was greedy and wanted to keep them for himself..." the other Black Warrior replied.

"This way of exposure is really... low-level. Just kill all the life in this world."

"No need for us to move. Hide first," the Black Warrior said. After speaking, his left hand inserted from his chest, took out a scroll, and after opening the scroll, the scroll burned itself and turned into ashes.

The two Black Warriors hid far away, deeply integrated into the stones of the rock wall.

Not long after, the teleportation light shone again. In the light, a holy figure appeared.

Two and a half chapters. ===== CHAPTER 70 =====

Chapter Two and a Half