Chapter 339 The family of the undead empire is really thick
Nigris has never fought with the undead army, so naturally he doesn't know what logistics is. He thinks that the undead creatures don't need logistics.
"You don't need logistics, but good logistics means combat effectiveness. You can't go back to fight half the time, sleep and fight again, right?" Duroken said.
"It makes sense. Harvey and the Great Sage in the Sunken Land just lack logistics. If they have enough soul crystals, their continuous attacks can make humans urinate with blood." Nigris agreed very much.
While they were talking, the little zombie angel had lifted all the tents, revealing the boxes inside. Ange's eyes glanced over, and the Ring of Scales weighed them at the same time, and soon came up with the specific amount.
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"Nine hundred boxes, one hundred thousand boxes, ninety million pieces." Ange said.
"Get rich, get rich." Nigris said excitedly.
Ange now has about a million believers, who belong to the God of Immortality, the God of Beauty, and the stolen Illuminati and Harvest believers.
The average amount of faith energy that each person contributes every day is about one-fifth of one soul crystal. Of course, this is an average. Some people have more and some have less. People like Ouke have dozens of them every day.
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More people just follow fate, sometimes more, sometimes less, sometimes not. After all, God is only spiritual sustenance, not the whole life. They work so hard every day that they have no time to pray.
In this regard, the Bright Church handles this better. They must pray before eating every day. Stimulated by the aroma of the food, their beliefs are also more pious.
As for the other gods, even the rituals are relatively few and there is no lasting stimulation. The piety of most believers is declining.
For example, the Harvest Goddess has a lot of soul flames every day during the month of the Harvest Festival, but after the Harvest Festival, the number of soul flames will continue to fall. After hitting the bottom, it will not increase until the sowing season and harvest season next year.
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Before harvest time, people cannot think of the Harvest Goddess.
All things considered, Ange harvested about 200,000 soul crystals every day. The 'soul crystals' here are just a unit of measurement, and what everyone contributed was not a physical object.
These 90 million soul crystals are equivalent to Ange's 450 days' income. He has indeed made a fortune, becoming rich overnight.
"There is a weird thing." Ange pointed to the pile of boxes in Yuanian. There was a box that was larger than the box containing the soul crystal.
When you open it, you will find an upright windmill-like thing inside.
"Duroken, did you make this? What is it?" Nigris looked at it for a while, but didn't recognize what it was, so he had to turn around and ask.
"Witch Windmill, I didn't make this. It was made by a witch. It can collect the soul energy in the nearby space and extract soul crystals." Duroken said.
Nigris' eyes widened in shock: "Refining soul crystals? Soul crystals can also be refined through machines?"
Duroken spread his hands: "I also want to know. Things created by the witch never make sense. You have to ask her to know how to do it."
"Where can I go to ask her? I can't find a single bone. How about we start the windmill and see how it is refined?" Nigris suggested.
Du Luoken shook his head: "I don't know either. The witch's methods are always very weird. There is no fixed routine, and sometimes she will set traps. Don't move around. If you make a mistake, you will be blown up."
Negris, who was about to use his little paws to turn the windmill on the top, quickly retracted his hand behind his back.
"Then what should we do? We can't leave it here, right? If the equipment that can refine soul crystals can be activated, wouldn't we have a steady stream of soul crystals?" Nigris said heartbrokenly.
"That's not the case. Soul energy is not infinite. Once the soul crystal here is refined, it will stop."
Having said this, Duroken paused and said: "As for whether it can be started, you can find out. Witches like to prepare repairmen for their own things. See if there are construction engineers wrapped in oil paper nearby.
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The construction engineer? Nigris was confused. He searched around in confusion and found an oil paper bag buried in the ground next to the box. When he opened it, he found that it turned out to be an intact humanoid construct.
The humanoid structure is only about 1.6 meters tall. It has four hands, a tool belt around its waist, and a circle of tools hanging inside. It wears glasses on its face. The lens on the left is a convex lens, which seems to have
The effect of magnification.
With this style, you can tell he is an engineer without even asking.
Nigris looked back at Duroken, how should the construction engineer start it?
"I know this. Turn it over and see the bayonet on the back? Look for the tool belt on its waist and find the spring rocker. Come here, insert it and stir it."
Pointing.
After stirring for a while, no response...
"Could it be that he has no energy?" Duroken guessed.
It was time for Ange to take action. Ange stretched out his hand and pressed the body of the construct, soul energy poured in, and then Negris continued to shake.
There was a mechanical sound of gears turning inside the construct. Slowly, the construct's eyes lit up, and then with a beep, the construct moved. It stretched out its hands to support the ground, and slowly stood up on its own.
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Slowly turning its head, the construct's eyes swept in front of everyone. When it saw Duroken, it made a mechanical voice: "Lord Duroken."
When it turned to Ange, it made a mechanical voice: "A skeleton."
"A corpse dragon, a zombie, an angel... beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep alert beep alert find angel, find angel." His eyes turned around everyone, and finally fell on the little angel, this construct
The body immediately raised the alarm.
The little angel puffed up his cheeks and opened his wings of light with a flash, but before the holy light shone, it was slipped away by Angotti.
"Ouch!"
"Ouch!" The little angel was unconvinced and pointed at the construct with his little hand.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
The little angel pouted, turned around and squatted on the ground, poking the ground angrily.
Duroken moved over and lifted his cloak to block the little angel.
When the little angel was no longer visible, the construct's alarm stopped and its eyes continued to move.
Nigris couldn't help but leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Why is this thing so stupid? Can't it be buried with someone smarter? Any undead would not be so stupid."
"Are you crazy?" Du Luoken was horrified: "This thing is buried in the earth as a backup. If you bury a soul in the earth, doesn't that mean you are imprisoned? The king knows that he will roast your soul."
"Oh, oh, yes, yes, I was wrong. It is too cruel to imprison the soul in place, and it is wrong. If you imprison Ange in the farm, he will probably be very happy." Negris apologized quickly.
It is not a native undead creature, so it sometimes fails to react. If an undead is truly sealed in a construct, wouldn't it be tantamount to being imprisoned in disguise? This is something that cannot be tolerated in the ethics of undead creatures.
Even among the guardian structures, only Patsy is conscious. It's not that the others can't come out of consciousness, but it's too cruel to stay in the same place for a long time, which is a disguised form of imprisonment for the eternal soul.
"The witch windmill is fully inspected and started." At this time, the construct also discovered the witch windmill, and immediately strode closer to inspect it. When it found that it was still in good condition, it pulled out the arm that was used to wind it up on its back, and inserted it into the windmill.
inside.
"Uh, is it that simple?" Nigris asked in surprise.
Du Luoken was also very surprised: "It seems so."
As the arm rotates, the fan blade of the windmill also begins to rotate. When it starts to rotate, everyone discovers that the fan blade seems to be empty. It cannot catch the wind, but it can catch other things in the air.
thing'.
When the fan blades rotated to the extreme, the structure stopped, and the windmill could rotate by itself without the need for it to swing the lever arm.
The fan blades extract soul energy from the air, providing energy to the windmill so that it can continue to operate. It will condense into soul crystals until there is a surplus.
Thirty seconds later, there was a clanging sound, and something seemed to fall out of the base of the windmill.
When he opened it, he saw that it was a soul crystal.
"Can the soul crystal really be refined? How is it done?" Nigris looked at the soul crystal and tried to penetrate the windmill with his mind.
However, just like the beginning, the core of the windmill was made of soul-shielding material, and Nigris' mind could not scan the internal situation.
"How about taking it apart and taking a look?"
"Okay, okay, I've wanted to see it for a long time."
"Forget it, forget it, it won't be good if you can't pretend."
After a few words of conversation, another ding-dong sound was heard.
As more and more soul crystals were refined, Nigris also calculated the speed: "It takes about thirty seconds to refine one soul crystal."
"This is related to the concentration of soul energy in the space. As the concentration decreases, the speed will also slow down." Duroken said.
"It's not slow. Alas, how did the witch do it? What kind of existence is this witch? How could I forget her?" Nigris sighed sadly.
Regardless of the fact that the refining speed of the witch windmill is not very fast, one in thirty seconds is only one hundred and twenty in an hour, and if it keeps spinning in a day, it is less than three thousand. But what is the soul energy? This is at the level of belief.
Power is the same thing as the power of faith.
In other words, the witch used this instrument to do what only gods can do. It can refine soul crystals here, but if it is placed in the church, can it refine holy crystals?
Hey, that’s a good idea, you can try it.
"Ange, how about we..." Negris turned around and was shocked. All the boxes behind him were gone, and Ange was carrying a little angel in his left hand and an archangel's staff in his right hand.
"Ouch" Ange gestured with the Archangel's staff.
The little angel was angry and kicked his legs: "Ouch!"
Ange punched the Archangel's staff on the ground and raised his fist: "Ouch!"
The little angel stretched out his hand and pointed to the archangel's staff: "Ouch"
Only then did Ange let it go.
The little angel picked up the archangel's staff and soon became very happy. The unhappiness just now was thrown into the abyss. He grabbed the staff and waved it, and slapped away the little zombie that came close to look at it.
"Ouch!" The little zombie was angry, formed a shield and bumped into it.
The little angel waved the archangel's staff and fought with the little zombies.
Not long after, the little angel came back dejectedly holding the archangel's staff that was broken into two pieces, followed by a little zombie that was beaten into a pig's head.
"Ouch!" The little angel raised the two pieces of the archangel's staff in front of Duroken.
"Ah? Why did it break? Did you throw it at a rock? It can break it? If it doesn't work, I won't repair it anymore. I'm exhausted." Duroken stopped repeatedly in shock.
The little angel tilted his head, rolled his eyes, plucked a feather behind his back, and raised it in front of Duroken.
"Uh, the angel feathers of the four-winged angel, no, no, no, how can I get your angel feathers? It's too bad." He said no, but he was not slow with his hands. He wiped it with his palm and the angel feathers disappeared.
Already.
"Okay, leave it here and I'll pick it up in half an hour," Duroken said.
Nigris returned to the Palace of Rest and found the disappeared boxes: "This dead skeleton is so fast. Okay, just put it away."
Just as he finished speaking, a withered skeleton came over from a distance, and Feti's voice sounded from behind: "Hey, these boxes look familiar. Have I seen them somewhere?"
"This is the Palace of Rest. What doesn't look familiar to you? These boxes have been here a long time ago." Nigris deceived.
"Yeah, well, I've finished shopping, and it's still the same here. It's the same as before. The king's palace cannot be opened, and the God-Shou Emperor in front of the palace has disappeared," Feti said.
"God-Keeping Emperor?! What did it come from?" Negris asked.
"The King's Palace is guarded by the God-Emperor." Feti said, sending an image over with his mind.
It was a huge steel statue standing in front of the main hall, holding a sword in both hands on the ground with an expressionless face.
Nigris was suddenly startled. He had never seen such a thing before. Is there such a thing at the entrance of the main hall?
The Book of Brass flew to the main hall in a whoosh. The location of the image transmitted by Feti was now empty. The huge statue, estimated to be ten meters high, disappeared, and even the traces on the ground were covered by grave grass.
If Feti hadn't mentioned it, no one would have known that there was a steel statue here.
That statue turned out to be the palace guardian god emperor, whose level was obviously higher than the guardian god of the teleportation array.
When he went out and asked, Duroken said in shock: "Is that statue a guardian god? I didn't make it. I thought it was just a statue. Is Feti's memory wrong?"
Nigris said quietly: "Ange, put the witch windmill in and put it far away, and then take Feti out. Don't let him see the windmill, lest he shout that it is his.
But they are all the property of the Immortal Empire and belong to the Palace of Rest."
"Oh." Ange said as he put the witch windmill in, and then took Feti out.
Faced with Duroken's doubts, Feti shook his head: "I remember correctly, I fought it before and couldn't beat it."
"Pfft..." The Lord of Mourning, can't defeat the God-Shou Emperor? So Bada, that statue is so terrifying?
It seems right. How can we protect the palace of the Immortal King without some strength? Where did such a powerful God-Shou Emperor go?
"The Immortal Empire's family background is so rich." Nigris couldn't help but sigh.
Why, why isn't he the one who inherits the inheritance! What a fucking skeleton! Nigris's expression changed beyond recognition.
They were chatting, but Ange was observing the surroundings. Then he suddenly pointed to the horizon in the distance and said: "This is like heaven."