First, huge stone pillars slowly rose from the ground, just like the fences in the Lich Dungeon. They originally existed, but they shrank underground until some force lifted them up.
These rising stone pillars sucked in the collapsed brick walls, tiles, pillars, etc., as if there was an invisible hand, putting them together, and slowly holding them up, giving a feeling like a skeleton putting together its body.
"Yes, this principle is used. Bone powder, rubber and the like are added to these building materials. As long as there is a soul core, they can be combined. Obviously now, the Holy Fire of the Undead acts as the soul core, and the breath of death
The richer they are, the stronger they are and the more they repair themselves," Durokan explains.
Nigris couldn't help but curl his lips. This was too convenient. As long as there was the smell of death, wouldn't these buildings not be damaged?
"Of course it will break. It's already broken. But when I design a large building like this, I usually make a backup. It seems that His Majesty also adopted my idea and made a backup for it. These stone pillars are the main frame.
, after the main body is damaged, they can be used as the foundation to repair the entire temple." Duroken said.
After hearing this, Kent finally couldn't help it anymore: "Excuse me, who is this gentleman?" Why did he know a secret that even he didn't know?
"Oh, my name is Duroken." Duroken responded casually.
"Hiss - King of Alchemy Duroken? Oh my God, I'm so glad to meet you. It's such an honor to see you in person. I've seen your name from these secret inscriptions." Kent held Duroken's hand excitedly.
Ken's hand shook up and down.
Duroken was surprised at this: "Can you understand those inscriptions?"
Kent said: "I couldn't understand it at first, but after repeated research, I found that they seemed to have patterns, so I asked His Majesty about it, and His Majesty told me the meaning of the inscriptions."
"Oh, you are so attentive to discover it. Can you tell what the inscription on it means?" Duroken was determined to test Kent, so he took out the Midas and showed the inscription to him.
"A gift for the lusty brass dragon?" Kent wasn't sure.
Nigris, who was next to him, looked over and asked, "Why is my Midas Rod here?"
As he spoke, he dug into his space bag and took out a handful of Midas touch sticks: "No, my Midas touch stick is here."
Duroken sneered: "I made an extra batch, and Wright and the others also wanted to use it, so I made an extra batch, and gave one to everyone, so I made more."
When he thought of a bunch of alchemists, each holding a 'lewd brass dragon gift', Nigris wanted to jump over and blow Duroken's head off.
Because when there are too many pieces of equipment of the same standard, it is easy to form a convention. From now on, this kind of golden rod will be called the "sexy brass dragon gift". Oh, what a shame.
Just when Nigris rushed over and pinched Duroken's neck, Duroken waved the golden rod and turned it into a frog. However, because the magic resistance was too high, it only transformed into half, and a frog head was formed, and then the frog head spit out
As Duroken's tongue covered his face with saliva, the main hall of the Temple of the Undead gradually took shape.
This change must have shocked everyone, whether they were old or young, they all knelt down in the direction of the temple and worshiped devoutly.
Although the Festival of the Dead has become a festival similar to a shopping festival and carnival, on a specific day, if you travel a long distance with your family to participate, at least you have the sacred fire in your heart. This kind of belongs to pan-believers, as long as there are
Miracles that can impress them will easily lead them to become believers.
Everyone worshiped devoutly, and a steady stream of soul flames poured into the Holy Fire of the Undead. The flames shot up to a height of more than ten meters. These soul flames became the energy to support the resurrection of the temple. After the holy fire platform at the top of the main hall was formed, the Holy Fire of the Undead suddenly seemed to be carried by someone.
An invisible energy pulls it slowly away from the existing base and floats towards the Holy Fire Platform.
"Oh! The holy fire has returned! The eternal immortal! The eternal soul!" Anthony immediately shouted loudly to guide everyone's emotions.
This is a good opportunity. A large-scale holy ceremony can extract the power of faith, which can even reach half of the faith that a believer can dedicate in a year. People all have a herd mentality. If one person is fanatical, others will
Emotions can easily infect others and drive other people's emotions, thus forming group fanaticism.
After entering this state, everyone will become a fanatical believer, and their devotion will be dozens or hundreds of times that of ordinary believers.
"The holy fire returns! Immortality is eternal! The soul is eternal!" The believers shouted in unison excitedly.
In this era with a high illiteracy rate, ordinary people have no culture and don't know how to express their emotions. Apart from cursing a few words, they can only greet other people's parents. Therefore, professional priests and priests are needed.
to guide.
The prayer scriptures of any religion are carefully selected and combined. They must not only be easy to understand, but also catchy and can easily arouse emotions.
Many religious classics are full of colloquial and even grammatically unsound sentence patterns. People with a little knowledge would sneer at them and wonder how these sentence patterns were passed down.
But as long as you think about the objects of these prayers and verses, and then try to shout them out loud, you will know their function. Those sentence patterns that are not smooth are deliberately picked out to make the prayer smoother.
dropped.
In addition, foreign religions also need to pay attention to the issue of accent. Praying with the accent of the Principality of Montenegro will have absolutely different effects than praying with the accent of the swamp.
As a professional old magician, Anthony quickly designed catchy prayers for these believers who spoke with accents from the dead line. When they shouted them together, the sound shook the fertile land.
After shouting a few times, everyone didn't know why. They felt so hot that they wanted to tear off their clothes and start moving.
Anthony immediately floated to the Holy Fire Platform in the distance, dancing forward as he floated: "Holy Fire! Hey! Burning! Hey!"
The action is very simple, even a little funny, but for some reason, in this environment, many people have a strong urge to move.
Kent couldn't help but poked Nigris and asked: "What does this gentleman do? Didn't he say that he is the Pope of Light?"
"Hehe, he is a professional master." Nigris said proudly: "He is much more professional than you. Do you want to learn? Let him teach you later."
Ange next to him tilted his head. He felt a strong belief: I want to stand up - I want to stand up - let me stand up -
Ange looked in the direction where the belief came from. He had actually noticed that direction a long time ago, because among a bunch of tents, shacks, and even a pile of straw mats in the open air, there was a quite luxurious carriage with an exquisite emblem hanging on it.
——Howling Opera Company emblem.
Yes, it's the witch's howling troupe. Obviously, the Immortal King not only reproduced Duroken's things in this world, but also reproduced many witches' things.
Ange followed this belief and saw a skinny woman slumped in the carriage. She looked sideways through the window at Anthony dancing in the air, her eyes full of enthusiasm: "I want to
Stand up, is this a soul-sacrifice dance? I want to learn this—I want to dance this—"
With a very strong belief, accompanied by surging soul flames, Ange glanced at her body.
The woman was shocked, raised her head and looked around in horror, and said in a trembling voice: "No... the God of Immortality?"
She felt a gaze sweeping over her already dry body, which she usually had no feeling when the maid pinched her, but there was actually a slight warm current sliding along her body.
Is it the Immortal God? Is it the Immortal God who heard her prayers and looked at her?
Ange glanced at her and knew what her problem was. Her cervical vertebrae were cracked, and the cracked area had grown and compressed the nerves, causing her to lose all feeling from the chest down.
This kind of injury is too easy for Ange, just one stroke, two strokes, and a few facial cleansing techniques.
The woman only felt that the skin on the back of her neck was cracking, and some kind of force was scratching on the bones of her cervical vertebrae, and then something fell out. Before she could feel the pain, a warm current surged into her body.
The cracked flesh healed quickly.
An unprecedented smoothness came to her heart, and the woman was shocked to find that her hands, feet and body were 'back'.
Yes, she is back. It has been ten years since she lost her body, limbs, and now, she feels their existence again.
Trembling, the woman used her thin hands to support her equally thin body. She had not done this for a long time, and she had tried this simple action several times.
After standing up and looking back, the woman finally saw what fell out. It was a piece of bone stubble with bloodshot eyes.
What a miracle, the God of Immortality cut off a piece of her bone without even looking at her, making her return to normal after being paralyzed for ten years. Oh my god, what kind of miracle is this?
After ten years of paralysis, from self-pity to discouragement and despair, the woman has never been so convinced of the existence of the immortal God as she is today.
She shakily climbed out of the carriage and moved her arms and legs in a twisted manner. She had not moved for ten years, making her move like a stiff corpse.
The maid who was kneeling beside the carriage found the woman and couldn't help but let out a scream. This scream alarmed more people. Everyone looked over and immediately made a bigger uproar.
The arrival of the luxurious carriage and the paralyzed woman has long been a topic of conversation. Everyone nearby knew that the owner of the carriage was a paralyzed patient. Now that they saw the patient who was originally paralyzed in bed, he actually stood up, how could he not help it?
Uproar.
This is much more shocking than those old people who "stand up".
What shocked them even more was that the woman walked forward with twisted movements. As she walked, her movements became more and more flexible. She slowly jumped up and her body gradually became plump. Her eyes were fixed on Anthony in the sky, and her every move was
imitating.
The entire venue became more and more lively, and some people couldn't help but follow the woman and dance with their bodies.
The Holy Fire of the Undead rushed upwards, and the burning light was clearly visible dozens of kilometers away. This abnormality naturally alarmed the Parliament of the Undead. On the distant horizon, black shadows dragged long trails towards this direction.