Chapter 943

The Mourning Undead Qi'aola did indeed escape from the place where Mourning undead are manufactured.

"That is a very strange space, like the inside of a huge sphere. Sunlight projects from the center to the surroundings, as if there is a sun there, but in fact, there is no sun there, only sunlight. There are oceans, land, mountains, and hills on the inner wall, which is no different from a main plane."

Anthony and Negris looked at each other: "Farm Barrier?"

"I was originally the eldest son of the Roland family. I died because of an accident. When I woke up again, I had become a zombie."

When talking about this, Anthony suddenly interrupted: "Is it a zombie or a lich? We call those with wisdom liches, and those without wisdom zombies. Did you have wisdom or not at that time?"

"Lich, I had wisdom at that time. Is that what you call it in the Feilie Empire? We don't. Those with wisdom are called wise zombies." Qi'aola said.

Anthony nodded and made a gesture of invitation.

Qi'aola continued: "Later I lived in the family for a period of time, and I don't know who leaked the news. I was caught by some people. They used a kind of bag to pack me up. I couldn't see the situation outside. When they let me out again, I arrived inside that sphere."

"Bag? What kind of bag? You couldn't see the situation outside when you were packed in a bag?" Anthony and Negris looked at each other.

Negris asked: "Is it like this?" While speaking, it took out a holy shroud and wrapped Qi'aola.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's the feeling. Anyway, it can shield my soul perception. Once wrapped, I can't see anything. You don't know, I have claustrophobia. I get nervous when I enter a narrow and dark place. I was almost scared to death at that time." Qi'aola complained.

This is even more terrifying than being packed in a box. When moving in a box, at least one can feel the movement. Wrapped in a holy shroud, one really can't perceive anything, not even the movement. It's no different from being buried alive in the soil.

Anthony whispered: "It seems these people have a way to shield the soul, not necessarily a holy shroud."

Qi'aola continued: "I lived in the sphere world for a long time. Every day, strong winds blew across the whole world. This kind of wind is very strange. Blowing on the body can blow us to death, but only letting it blow on a small part of the body can strengthen the soul. Every few days, it would rain black rain..."

When Qi'aola said this, even Ang couldn't help but look at him. Negris and Anthony looked at each other, and a term floated in their hearts—Anxi Wind.

"And it's a very rich Anxi Wind, capable of forming Death Breath Liquid." Anthony whispered.

"But Death Breath Liquid is not the key to sudden mourning. How do they mass-produce Mourning souls?" Negris whispered.

Qi'aola said a lot about the situation in the sphere world, but none of them seemed to be the key to breaking through to mourning.

Anthony couldn't help but mutter: "The key to breaking through to mourning should be the soul network. Did they not find the key to breaking through, but won by quantity? Throwing a pile of undead creatures into an environment rich in death aura, and then trying their luck? Impossible, right?"

"How is it possible? If it were so easy, Ang would have caught tens of thousands of undead creatures and soaked them in Anxi Liquid every day." Negris said.

Ang suddenly nodded: "Soaked, didn't work."

"Pfft, you really soaked tens of thousands of undead creatures?" Negris wanted to vomit blood.

Ang nodded: "Dimensional space."

Negris immediately understood. Ang did it but it didn't know. It could only be the first tens of thousands of years when the dimensional space was formed. At that time, Xiao Gu hadn't knocked on the Yellow Mud Book, and it was still outside the void talking nonsense with Anthony the old immortal.

It turns out that in those years when the dimensional space was formed, Ang had already tried it, and without thinking, with Ang's habit, if he tried one method, he would definitely try other methods to compare.

Just with his habit of comparing thousands of times, maybe all the methods that could be tried, he had tried them all, and in the end, it still didn't work.

"Anything else?" Anthony asked.

"Yes, learning martial arts, training every day, soul connection every day, collective meditation, taking turns as guides, holding prayer meetings, swearing to the Grand Speaker." Qi'aola said some special places, but it sounded like the set of the Church, which is even less likely to be the key to breaking through to the Mourning Soul.

Unable to figure it out, Anthony skipped it for the time being and continued to ask: "Then how did you escape."

"After I successfully broke through to mourning, I could leave the sphere world and possess my own mourning body, but I don't know what happened. After I was wrapped in a bag, there was no movement for a long time. I quietly opened the bag and found that I had left the sphere world."

"It was quiet outside, so I hardened my heart, abandoned the body, let the soul leave the body, tied the bag up again, and only the soul ran away. I ran into a transport vehicle, and teleported away." Qi'aola said.

Negris patted its waist: "I understand. Amade and the others don't have the memory of the sphere world. They transferred to the mourning body through the method of life box rebirth."

Anthony immediately understood: "That is to say, he was originally going to be burned directly after being tied up in a bag, so that he wouldn't retain the memory of the sphere world after rebirth. But he abandoned the body and the soul slipped away. The other party burned him later, maybe they didn't even know his soul ran away."

"Yes, can a body without a soul be reborn in a life box?" Negris asked.

"No, because his soul didn't die. But this is at least seven or eight days later. By the time they discovered the life box didn't rebirth, he didn't know where he ran."

Anthony said here, and continued with some confusion: "But in this way, everything in the sphere world has no meaning. Erasing memory and rebirth, then what he learned in the sphere world is all useless, and even the soul is changed, so there is no need to break through to the Mourning Soul."

Negris said: "It's impossible to have no meaning. What if it's not life box rebirth, but like you, directly erasing memory, and then digging out the heart and putting it into the life box of the mourning body?"

Anthony's eyes lit up: "Let Du Luo Ken try it later to see if we can create Mourning undead soldiers."

The things he wanted to ask were almost finished. Anthony then said: "So you were originally cultivated for Mourning undead soldiers. No wonder you like to get used to melee combat. Magic is so bad. Are you interested in reincarnating as a Black Knight?"

Qi'aola didn't know what a Black Knight was, but after listening to Anthony's introduction, he hurriedly shook his head: "Hiding head and showing tail, this is not my style."

The characteristics of Black Knights destined them to be more suitable for hiding and lurking for assassination. Not everyone likes this style. For example, Locke, Feiti, Harvey, etc., would rather go straight than hide in the gutter to harm people.

"Isn't there still a mourning body? Give it to him." Negris said.

The souls of the two Mourning undead soldiers of Amade were snatched by the King, and the bodies were also snatched. One was used to resurrect Du Luo Ken, and one was left. Amade and the others' souls dropped greatly, and they certainly couldn't drive the mourning body. It just happened to be used by Qi'aola.

Qi'aola was stunned, thinking he heard wrong: "You have a mourning body?"

"Yes, we caught two Mourning undead soldiers, snatched their souls and bodies, used one, and one is left." Negris said very casually.

Qi'aola was stunned for a long time and suddenly said: "You... who exactly are you?"

"We are the Lord of Darkness and Abyss..." After saying that super long title, Negris asked: "By the way, what level is your Violet Mercenary Group? Do you know the Black Chain Mercenary Group? I heard they caught a wild Mourning skeleton."