"Why do you need a mark when you go to the House of the Dead?" Nigris asked in confusion along the way.
"Of course you need a mark. Otherwise, anyone can connect to it, and everything will be messed up. If you want to get a mark, you need a teleportation array and a spiritual fire. Through the spiritual fire, you can access the home of the deceased.
The soul network can be directly traded through the teleportation array..."
As soon as he said this, Duroken started coughing in a series of strange expressions.
"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong? You are a lich, why are you pretending to cough?" Locks said angrily.
Duroken said with a strange expression: "I thought of something else, and it's none of your business."
"Oh, let me continue. Without the mark, the House of the Dead will not know which transmission beacon is yours. What if the transmission is wrong? The procedures for obtaining these things are very complicated. You also know that those of the undead spirits
The work efficiency is so low, it would be good if it can be done in three to five years, but I still keep saying it every day: You are already dead, so why worry, you have a lot of time, it is so annoying."
It seems that Locks was very angry when she first applied for the mark, and scolded her whenever she got the chance.
Duroken nodded with deep sympathy, not only the undead creatures here, but also the undead creatures in all planes. Efficiency cannot be required of them. After all, time is the least valuable to them.
Among the undead creatures, the most efficient ones are those skeleton zombies without intelligence, who work hard and do whatever they are told.
Everyone turned left and right, and finally came to the place where Rocks placed the Fire of the Faithful Spirit. A large room was empty, with a small teleportation array one meter in diameter in the center, and an altar in the corner, with a flower burning on it.
Little flame.
"Uh, what kind of fire is this? Isn't it the fire of the dead? But, isn't it too small?" Nigris took a look and said.
Before Locus could explain, Duroken had already responded: "It is the fire of the dead. A person who sends thoughts does not need to be very strong. The fire of the dead that receives thoughts needs to be very strong."
"Receive thoughts? You mean to use the fire of the undead to receive thoughts and then send them to another place." Negris asked.
Before Locus could speak, Duroken said: "Yes, this is actually a simplification of the soul network. A powerful spirit body and countless small spiritual fires form a soul network that anyone can pass through.
Fire of the Faithful Spirit, connect to this soul network, and communicate with other souls connected to the network."
"Huh? Relay tower?" Nigris suddenly remembered something similar to what Duroken described.
At this time, Locks was not ready to speak, but just listened with wide eyes. Why was it that she couldn't understand what they were saying more and more?
"You mean those relay towers in the Sunken Land, right? Although I haven't seen them, they should be the same thing. It's impossible for the Great Sage to come up with something I don't understand. It's just that they are made of powerful spiritual beings.
It is composed of a body and does not have these small spiritual fires. The soul network is a line, not connected into a network like this."
"Let's just call those powerful spirits relay spirits. The relay spirits and the fire of the faith spirit are connected into a network, but they are originally without intelligence, so when they connect to it, they need a mark so that others can
Get some information about you from this mark."
"This information is kept in the hands of those who manage the relay spirit. In other words, the person who communicates with you does not know your identity and address, so he cannot come along the teleportation array to beat you. The security is extremely high.
improvement.”
Not only did Nigris understand Duroken's explanation, but even Locus suddenly realized: "It turns out it's for safety, so I asked why the mark was used. I was worried that my identity would be exposed and someone would come along the teleportation array.
You want to rob me, so you only dare to build a small teleportation array, and even bigger things can’t be transmitted.”
Nigris didn't want to expose her anymore: "When you build such a small teleportation array, are you worried that someone will teleport over and rob you? Or are you too poor to build a bigger one?"
"Poor..." Locus admitted painfully after being hit in a sore spot.
"Safety guarantee is only secondary. The more important thing is transaction guarantee. The relay spirit is actually equivalent to guaranteeing your transactions. In every transaction, you hand over the goods and money to the relay spirit, and it makes the exchange.
"Duroken said.
Nigris had long seen that something was wrong. At this time, Rox also woke up and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you so familiar? Didn't you say you have never been to the House of the Dead? There is no mark on it?"
Du LuoKen spread his hands and said: "I want to say that I designed the entire system. Do you believe it or not?"
Nigris was the first to not believe it: "I don't believe that with such an easy-to-use trading system, you wouldn't build one in the Abyss of Rest?"
Duroken said: "This involves a new soul network. I can only 'design' this system, not 'build' it. It can only be built by His Majesty, do you understand?"
As soon as he said this, Negris understood, as if no matter how many ideas he had, he would only advise Ange and would never cross the line and make decisions for Ange.
Locks heard everything they said and asked hesitantly: "Is the His Majesty you are talking about the one attacking the Starburst Array now?" As he spoke, he pointed to the sky.
It was confirmed that it was the same person. Lux's whole body was soft. Oh my god, she was just a small town mayor in a remote village, and she was actually related to the king's people. These legs must be too thick.
Having said so much, Duroken actually couldn't wait anymore. This system has never been established in the Abyss of Rest because of His Majesty. He didn't expect to see it completed here.
Walking to the Fire of the Faithful Spirit, Duroken touched the altar a few times, turned to Ange and said, "Sir, the Fire of the Faithful Spirit is too weak. It may need to be supplemented."
Ange nodded, grabbed a handful of soul crystals, refined them and poured them all into the Fire of the Faithful Spirit. The Fire of the Faithful Spirit, which was originally like a small flame, suddenly turned into a pillar of fire half a meter high, reflecting the entire scene.
The rooms are all blue.
Duroken glared at Locus again: "The fire of the Faithful Spirit requires soul energy to maintain, and you are definitely not willing to add energy to it."
Locks looked at Duroken and then at Ange, especially the soul crystal in his hand. A blind man could see the pain on his face: "I am a weak lich, but I can't let it go out."
Not bad, how can I add more? There are so many soul crystals, why not leave some for me."
Duroken ignored her and threw his thoughts into the fire of the faith.
I saw him skillfully playing with the magic circle and the Fire of Faith Spirit on the altar, taking his mind out from time to time, and then inserting it again, and so on. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and said:
"Well, Your Majesty seems to have copied my design. Even the control marks are the same. I seem to have control over the entire soul network."