"Your integrity reminds me of a horse, but it's useless for you to hug my thigh. You have to hug the immortal god." Nigris felt happy in his heart, but he said it.
The owl narrowed its eyes into a triangle and asked seriously: "Is he really the immortal god?"
"Of course it's true. The long list of things I just said are true." Nigris put his hands on his hips and raised his tail, feeling proud.
Silba stood up, looked at Ange, took a deep breath, and flew over.
Ange was already prepared and put his foot on its face.
Although they are not allowed to hold him, they can still give him the body of the giant dragon because they are also looking for a suitable soul. A soul that can drive a fifty-meter-long dragon is very rare and not easy to come across.
Even a giant dragon that reincarnates needs a strong consciousness. It is impossible to use the consciousness of a little fat sheep to drive the dragon. If they could, they would have just found a little fat sheep at the intersection.
"The question now is, what price are you willing to pay for a dragon body." Negris asked.
The owl patted both sides of its body, and a wave of fluff flew up. It said calmly: "Besides these hairs on my body, the only thing left is my soul. I am willing to serve you, my king."
A fire of soul oath floated up.
This is the most basic. It is impossible to let a behemoth of more than fifty meters go uncontrolled. The last step is to swear a loyalty oath. However, Nigris originally wanted to squeeze something else out of it, but Silba looked like a bachelor.
It also realized that it couldn't even give the little sheep any money, but it still exploited it.
Ange received its soul flame.
"Then how do you want to transform? Transform into a dracolich, or transform into a living black dragon?" Negris asked.
"It's a living thing. I used to be a dracolich. Why should I turn back? It's boring. I want to turn into a living person." Silba said excitedly.
Negris said: "But the body of this black dragon is thousands of years old, and it has been sealed for so long. I don't know how many years it has left to live."
Silba rolled his eyes and said, "I can wait until I die of old age and be reincarnated as a lich."
"...What you said makes sense. Although there is a chance of success in reincarnation, even if you fail, you probably still have a way to reunite the dragon soul. Anyway, you will live thousands of years in vain." Nigris said depressedly.
Silba nodded her cat's head with an expression that said, "You are right."
"Now..." Nigris looked at Anthony.
Transferring a consciousness into a living creature is Anthony's technology, and even the Immortal Empire can't do it.
Anthony said: "Then we now need to find a reincarnation altar, a large reincarnation altar. If it is too small, it will not be able to accommodate the dragon corpse. By the way, we will also reincarnate Abuk. Do you know where there is a large reincarnation altar?"
The last sentence was asked to Silba. Silba suddenly looked a little embarrassed and a little lucky: "I really know where it is, but it has probably been abandoned for many years. I don't know if it can still be used."
"Where?"
"In the Temple of the Undying."
"Which city has the Temple of the Immortal?"
"Of course it's the main temple of the Immortal God on the Plain of Rest."
"..."
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"Have you forgotten what we are here for? We are here to test my ability to deny the truth. Now you are telling me to go to the Plain of Rest? Where is that place? It is the kingdom of death. Are we going to die?
?" Gray was very difficult to understand, and started to ramble as soon as he sat in the car.
"That's right, we are all going to die. If you send us there, isn't that just 'sent to death'?" Feti pulled his ribs and made a squeaking sound. He was very satisfied with his idea.
Gray didn't care that he was the leader of mourning. She glared at him angrily and said, "We call this a funeral, not death. We will bury you later."
Anthony smiled and asked: "You seem to be very resistant to the Parthian Plain. Are you afraid?"
"Of course I'm afraid. Aren't you afraid? You are still the Pope of Light. If you are surrounded by undead creatures, they can break your bones and suck out the marrow inside. Then you can say: "It tastes like Holy Light." Gray said.
Said angrily.
Anthony immediately wrote something on the paper.
"What are you writing?" Nigris asked curiously.
"Oh, this is a good joke, I copied it," Anthony joked.
Several heads poked over, and there was no concept of not reading things written by others. They only saw some words written on the paper, and the latest one said: Resist, and there was no joke he told.
"What is this?" Nigris asked in confusion.
"Complete some psychological portraits. After all, we are not from here. Some opinions are easy to be preconceived and cannot represent the situation of people here. It is easy to misjudge. Judging from Gray's reaction, she is very resistant to the resting place. Why
What? Is it because there is too much negative information? Or are you afraid because you don’t understand it?" Anthony explained.
Gray blinked and frowned. After a long while, she said: "It must be that I have heard too much negative information. That's what I heard about the marrow-sucking information just now. I clearly know that undead creatures don't eat."
, but I still can’t help but think so and refute you as a joke.”
She also realized something was wrong, paused, and asked again: "What is psychological profiling?"
"You are a magician, so I will use magic to explain. It is a magic model used to help me analyze other people's psychology and facilitate my classification." Anthony explained.
"Oh? What is my portrait?" Gray asked curiously.
Anthony smiled slightly: "Victorious."
Gray was on pins and needles. She suddenly felt like she was naked and being seen naked. She obviously didn't show any competitiveness. When she got along with them, she acted like a good baby. Why could he see through her?
Growing up, more than one person had said this about her, but those were her relatives and friends who had known each other for many years. It was normal to see through her, but how long had she and Anthony known each other? Could this person be able to read minds?
Gray couldn't help but sit up a little further.
As soon as she sat down, others gathered around her and Fei Ti raised his hand and asked: "What about me? What about me? What is my portrait?"
The little angel also asked: "Ouch!"
The little zombie also asked: "Ouch!"
The big cat also asked: "Ouch!"
After a lot of confusion, and after finally appeasing these guys who could see through it without a portrait, Anthony said: "So, some people deliberately fabricated a lot of rumors about the undead, allowing them to spread wantonly to ruin the reputation of the undead."
Nigris frowned: "Warlock Alliance?"
Anthony shook his head: "It's not necessarily them who did it. You know, intelligent creatures have a strong need to fabricate, discredit, and intimidate others to achieve their own inner satisfaction. Old John under the tree at the head of the village can do anything to scare the children.
Make up a rumor that skeletons eat people, and then spread it through word of mouth, and it will easily spread throughout the plane."
"That's right." Nigris understood instantly, because he had a strong desire to tease others: "Then what is the real situation in the Plain of Rest? Were we in danger in the past?"
Silba responded: "There is a danger of farts. We are lucky if we can find something that can move in the past."
"Half a plane is so big. There may be less than tens of thousands of intelligent undead creatures, and they are gathered in a few important strongholds. Those unintelligent skeletons and corpses are also gathered in several points. The greater the number, the more likely they are to live in the ground.
The thicker they are, the more likely they will not be left alone, otherwise they will be easily corrupted, so it is difficult to encounter any moving ones."
Nigris said: "That's right, it doesn't matter even if we encounter them, just let Feti show his head and scare them away."
"Well, if Feti shows up, the entire Undead Empire will be alarmed. We will be the ones running away, otherwise we will be watched." Anthony said.
"Feti should wear the soul armor and scare them with his soul, hehe." Nigris' bad taste came up again.
"Let's go, let's go. There are so many immortal souls. The Resting Plain should be our home. There's nothing to be afraid of. But Gray, you don't have to go. You can search around here to see if there is anything that can verify the truth."
force field." Anthony said.
Gray said unconvinced: "No, I want to go too. I want to see if the Plain of Rest is as scary as the legend says."
After saying that, she saw everyone looking at her strangely, and she was immediately frightened. Isn't this just competitive? Her true nature was exposed unknowingly.
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After the dead line, on a road leading to the Plain of Rest, an immortal war horse cursed and dragged a carriage: "You called me out just to tow the truck? What do you think I am? What do you think I am?"
Anthony, who was holding the war horse, smiled apologetically. He was wearing soul armor, and he didn't look like a bright pope at all.
The little zombies, Ange, Abouk, Fetty, etc. all put on their soul armors and walked beside the carriage in a dark atmosphere. Little Angel, Negris, and Silba, who were not easy to disguise, sat in the carriage.
inside.
Walking on the road like this, no one dares to say that they are not undead.
Sure enough, after walking for two or three days behind the dead line, I didn't encounter any 'living' undead creatures. There were only ghost patrols floating in the sky from time to time. Instead, I passed several human towns.
"Why are there human towns on this side of the dead line?" Nigris asked in confusion.
"Because no one collects taxes here, those who can't survive flee here," Silba said.
"Oh, it's just like the bridgehead town of Serena in the Sunken Land. Big Cat, do you still remember your divine attendant?"
"Ouch~" the big cat responded lazily.
The human town is no longer visible after entering the Sabbath Plain. From time to time, you can still see wandering skeletons and zombies, and the soil on the ground also appears sporadically, in patches here and there, like mottled patches on the earth.
"Didn't you say that it's not easy to meet 'living' people on the road? Didn't you say that low-level skeletons and zombies gather in a few places? Why are there so many here?" Nigris patted Silba's head angrily.
Silba had an innocent expression on her face: "I don't know either. Look at the soil being so thick. When did this place become a gathering place? It wasn't like this six hundred years ago. Six hundred years ago this was still a grassland.
"
"Sabada, how many years have you not been back?"
"Well, I won't be running around when I come back. How can I have the energy to run around?" Silba wanted to cry.
However, they were all low-level skeleton zombies without intelligence. When they saw Ange and his entourage approaching, they ran away in a hurry. Without any surprise, everyone arrived at the main temple of the Undead God.
However, there is only a piece of ruins left here. The main hall of the Immortal Temple collapsed ten years ago, but the desolation began hundreds of years ago.
Just when everyone thought there were no living things here, the sound of brushing - brushing - brushing sounded.
A silver skeleton emerged from behind a collapsed pillar. It was carrying a broom and swept all the way here. The sound of the brushing was made by the broom. When it saw Ange and his party, it tilted its head.
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"Bone priest? No, it's not the aura of a bone priest. Why does Your Majesty always like to use skeletons as priests of temples? Aren't you afraid that they will collapse the temple? Uh--it's already collapsed, so that's okay." Negris rambled.
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The silver skull tilted its head and looked at Ange and the others for a while, then slowly turned the broom upside down, and the broom formed a machete.