After stealing the soul flame of faith from Ange, Nigris knew that this day would eventually come. As for the godhead, if you have faith, are you afraid of losing the godhead? Unless the true god discovers it in advance and jumps out and slaps him to death.
But the problem is, the king is missing.
As long as no one comes out to stop Ange, with his current size of believers, he should be able to ignite the divine fire and achieve godhood in a few hundred years.
Don't think it's slow, there are even slower ones, such as the God of Knowledge...
It took Nigris more than six thousand years to ignite the divine fire. Thanks to him being a brass dragon, he lived long enough, otherwise he would have died.
I originally thought it would take hundreds of years to ignite the divine fire, but who would have thought that the original godhead was sealed in the main flame of death fire in the Palace of Rest, directly allowing Ange to skip hundreds of years of accumulation.
What else can be said? Apart from shitty luck, Nigris can't think of any other word to describe it.
Now he is more curious about what magical skills Ange has awakened?
"What is a magical skill?" Ange tilted his head and asked in confusion.
"Just like your Reaper of Death, you can release the skills without much effort." Nigris said.
Skills are actually combinations of moves that conform to the power system and can be released without much effort.
For example, golden skeletons are easier to summon corpses. A few kicks on the grave can summon large swaths of corpses, and thus the emperor comes.
The so-called awakening is to suddenly realize that it is easier to summon corpses.
Skills must conform to the power system. For example, a magician will never awaken skills related to fighting spirit.
However, the 'divine' skill is a bit complicated. In addition to conforming to the power system, it must also conform to the belief system. A necromancer who kills people like mowing grass cannot awaken the Holy Light skill to save lives and protect injuries.
However, it must conform to the power system and the people's belief requirements, which will lead to some inexplicable and strange changes. For example, the harvest goddess's magical skill is to gaze at conception. Under the gaze of the harvest goddess, the chance of conception can be greatly increased.
Therefore, many infertile couples hang a statue of the Harvest Goddess in their bedroom, and conduct their married life every night under the watchful eye of a loving goddess holding ears of rice.
Isn’t it strange? According to Negris’s research, it may be because in the simple beliefs of the broad masses of the people, a good harvest and conception are linked together. A good harvest means richness, the ability to feed more children, and the ability to feed more children.
Harvest, children are also a kind of gain.
Ange tilted his head and asked, "Your magical skills."
"Ah? Why are you asking this? It's not me who lit the divine fire." Nigris said nervously.
He just asked because he didn't understand. Ange tilted his head to the other side: "What's your magical skill?" It was rare that he could actually hear a doubtful tone in his words.
Nigris hesitated for a moment and then said: "Aura of enlightenment." The voice was so low that if you weren't paying attention, you would be fooled.
"What does the wisdom halo do?" Ange asked again.
Anyway, he had said it out loud, and Nigris was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He said self-deprecatingly: "With the effect of a tornado, people around me can more easily enlighten their wisdom, learn more knowledge, and be more likely to be inspired and achieve success."
Higher academic achievement and stuff like that.”
To be honest, this magical skill is super useless. It can only enlighten others' wisdom, but it cannot enlighten Nigris's.
Therefore, as long as it stays with others, other people's wisdom will be improved, but it will remain unchanged. Isn't this a disguised halo of wisdom?
Moreover, the effect of the halo is gradual and does not take effect after staying for a while. In other words, only those who stay with it for a long time will be affected.
Originally, for things like wisdom, it is meaningless to fluctuate by one or two points. Only when it accumulates to a certain amount, and quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, can it be clearly felt.
Who is qualified to stay with a brass dragon every day? You can imagine how useless this magical skill is.
"Oh." Ange nodded, indicating that he understood, then moved the heavily armored zombies in, forming a circle with their heads facing inward, and then placed Nigris's brass book in the center of the circle.
Nigris' blood was rising. Is it because he was enlightening these zombies with wisdom?
Ange nodded: "Isn't it possible?"
The intelligence of zombie skeletons is too low and they need enlightenment the most. If they could be as smart as little zombies and angel skeletons, it would be much easier to command them, but I don't know if they can be effective against zombie skeletons.
"Okay." Nigris gritted his teeth and responded. He is a god of knowledge, but he went to enlighten a zombie skeleton? Sabada: "I think you need enlightenment more."
"Oh." Ange responded, and a hand bone came in, ready to take Negris out. Apparently Ange listened to its words, and planned to take the brass book with him to enlighten himself.
"Stop! You are smart enough. You don't need the enlightenment halo. Let me stay here. These zombies really need to improve their intelligence." Nigris changed his words hurriedly.
It ran out because it was crazy and was sealed in the Book of Brass. Nigris had no ability to protect himself at all. What if he was robbed? Is there any place safer than the Palace of Rest? Project it out,
The form is freer and safer. It was stupid before letting Ange take it out.
Ange withdrew his hand of crossing the world.
Nigris wiped away the non-existent cold sweat with his non-existent hand, and thought to himself: Siobada, never talk nonsense to this silly skeleton again, he will take it seriously.
The Book of Brass obediently fell into the center of the circle formed by the zombies, emitting a halo that was invisible to everyone. Anyway, in the Palace of Rest, the Book of Brass made no difference no matter where it was placed.
"You haven't said what your magical skills are yet? You don't have awakening skills, right? It doesn't make sense. Once the divine fire is ignited, you should know what abilities you have." Nigris said doubtfully.
Ange didn't know how to describe it, so he thought of it and came to the farm area.
Negris followed him in a swish, and saw Ange stretching out his finger to gently tap a flower without flowers.
With Ange's gentle touch, the flowers opened instantly, then quickly withered and withered, and finally turned into fly ash. The whole process may not even take a tenth of a second.
Nigris jumped up throughout the whole book, exclaiming in disbelief: "Zobada, rapid death? Halo? Does such a magical skill really exist?"
"Accelerated death?" Ange tilted his head.
Negris explained: "I always thought that this magical skill was fabricated. In the aura of rapid death, all living things will quickly burn their vitality and enter the state of death quickly. As long as they are living creatures, no matter they are animals,
Even plants will die quickly."
"Creatures that can originally live for a hundred years may die of old age after staying in your aura for a few hours. No defensive magic or equipment can resist it, unless it is a similar enchantment or field."
"This is too perverted. Anyone who fights with you in the future will bear the risk of rapid death. Fighting with you for half an hour will make you ten years older. Who dares to provoke you in a species with a short lifespan?"
"It's not fair. Why can you awaken such a practical magical skill? Are you the illegitimate son of the Goddess of Luck? The Death Scythe and the Death Halo are all practical combat skills, but you don't like fighting. You're just a vegetable-growing skeleton.
What is the purpose of awakening this skill?"
Nigris felt a little resentful at the end. Why couldn't he awaken such a practical skill?
Ange ignored him and ran to the center of the farmland, firmly stepping on a footprint in the open space.
After Ange obtained the Hand of Crossing the World, he has been busy farming here. He has sown 300 acres of seeds alone, accounting for one-tenth of the entire farm area.
This was almost the limit of what he could farm with a skeleton before, but now that he has mastered the Death Scythe, the harvesting speed has been greatly accelerated, and it seems that he can handle it if he grows a little more.
The moment he stepped on his footprints, the surrounding crops sprouted, grew, headed, filled, blossomed, bore fruit, and matured at a speed visible to the naked eye...
Maybe it was because the area covered was so large that the rush was not so fast. It took a full three hours for the crops to complete the entire growth process, and then it was about to enter the process of withering and turning into fly ash, but Ange suddenly interrupted.
A halo of quick death, and then controlled the world-penetrating hand, holding the Death Scythe and dragging it across the crops.
The whole process of sudden death was abruptly interrupted.
Nigris closed the page of the book without even looking at it. He knew it would be like this. Any skill that comes to Ange will be turned into a vegetable-growing skill. Is this the reason why he can awaken practical skills?
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Yin Coin hugged his box and refused to let go: "No, I won't give it to you. If the person is in the box, the box will disgrace the person."
"No, President Silver Coin, your box is too big and our teleportation array can't transport it. You don't have to worry. You can teleport there first and we will teleport the box to you as soon as possible." Lan tried his best to persuade.
"No, I would rather not go back than be separated from it." Silver Coin refused loudly.
"Then let's teleport the box over first, and then teleport you over, okay?" Lan changed his plan.
"No, this is even worse. What if it is lost? No goblin will let his grocery store leave his side, so just give up." Silver Coin was determined.
Lan was a little angry: "If our teleportation array wasn't too small, and if you didn't have connections in the human world, would we bother you? I would go there myself. We talked so much and gave you so many preferential terms.
Now you're trying to shirk it because of a box?"
"When we talked, we never said we wanted to separate from the box. No force can separate me from the box. Just give up. If I knew you wanted to separate me from my box, I would never talk to you." Yin Coin said angrily.
Speaking of.
"Can't the power of money also work?" Lisa stopped Lan who was about to go berserk, walked up to the silver coin, took his hand, and stuffed a bottle of sacred essence into his palm.
"The things in your box are messy and messy, and they are not worth much money. You also said that this kind of sacred essence without water can be sold for 1,500 magic crystals in the human world, which is equivalent to 15,000.
A thousand dwarf gold coins, can it change your mind?" Lisa said.
When he heard about one thousand five hundred magic crystals, Yin Coin immediately tightened his grip on the bottle, with a troubled look on his face.
The things in his box are really messy, and he is very picky about buyers. If he finds the right buyer, such as the brass dragon scale, he can sell it for a high price of 500 magic crystals, but if he can't find the right buyer, many things will be worthless.
value.
I'm afraid the most valuable thing is the box itself. The fake one can be considered a space item, but no matter how valuable it is, it's not worth 1,500 magic crystals. But the problem is, that's a goblin grocery store. Without this box, how can I still buy it myself?
Can this be considered a goblin traitor to a businessman?
Yin Coin struggled with the dilemma for a long time before he said weakly: "It's not impossible, I have to add more money."
Lisa smiled slightly, took out another bottle of essence and stuffed it into the silver coin's hand. A dangerous light flashed in her eyes: "A bottle of essence is a deposit. You have to return it after teleporting to get the box.
If you want to pay more, then just buy it and the box will be ours, how about it?"
Now it was Lan's turn to hug Lisa. She knew this woman's character very well. She could talk about anything, and she would easily go berserk when talking about more money. Don't beat the bully with the silver coins, and all your plans would be ruined.
Yin Coin nodded, hugged the essence tightly, and pulled it back, and the grocery store box that was said to never be separated fell into Lisa's hand.
He sat down in the small teleportation array with his head down, and after a burst of white light, the silver coin disappeared.
After his figure disappeared, Lan spat and said bitterly: "This damn goblin, this guy who wants money, can he be reliable? Don't let him go and never come back. Our big teleportation array
And it can’t be built.”
Building a large teleportation array that can teleport living people has always been Ice City's dream. Their current small teleportation array can barely teleport away with a size as small as a silver coin, which is too inconvenient.
To build a large teleportation array, you need several key materials, which are not available in this plane. Moreover, they are controlled materials and cannot be purchased through normal channels.
Now that there are lines like Silver Coin and Silver Light Chamber of Commerce, the chances of getting key materials are much higher.
Not only the materials for the teleportation array, but also a large amount of food, all the planting areas in Ice City were burned, and it would be very difficult to feed the remaining people.
Although Yin Coin is a member of the Holy Blade Army, Yin Guang Chamber of Commerce is not. Yin Coin is just one of its partners.
In a chamber of commerce like this, a vice-president is equivalent to an independent caravan with a very high degree of autonomy. Silver Coin's subordinates have their own manpower and business, and only report to Leonard and the quartermaster. Others in the Holy Blade Army even
Didn't know he existed.
Now that Leonard is dead, the Holy Blade Army will probably be in chaos, and no one will remember a goblin until the new Holy Knight takes over.
As long as the quartermaster is taken care of, a report about "risking to sneak into the enemy camp to collect information, and the enemy bribed the guards to take the opportunity to escape and bring back important information" will appear on the cardinal's desk.
With this plan in mind, Yin Coin returned to the human world and quietly visited the quartermaster's private house at night. He knocked on the door a few times when the door opened with a bang, and a black hand came out and slipped him in.
In the room, he saw three shadow-like shadows. One of them was carrying the quartermaster. A blurry face came close to the quartermaster's face and sucked out wisps of soul flames.
"Black...Dark Warrior!? No, don't search my soul, I'll tell you everything." Yin Coin was so frightened that he couldn't wait to attack him before he could say anything.
The black warrior holding the silver coin snorted coldly, twisted his hand, broke the neck of the silver coin, and moved his face towards it to suck out the soul and search for the memory.
After a long, long time, a crack opened between the eyes of the black warrior, and he murmured a few times: "Vegetarian skeleton? Saint? Sword Saint? Angel? A strange combination, an interesting abyss... The bishop should like it."
The voices became softer and softer, just like their shadows, getting fainter and fainter, and finally disappeared into the air, leaving only two corpses.