"We have limited time, so we should seize the time to collect materials and organize all the alchemy materials that the society will need in the past six months. The price of opening a plane tunnel is still too expensive."
In the plane of the undead, a newly opened plane passage was closed after several members of the Society of Sky Mechanical City walked out. The leading mage ordered his companions around him.
"The mineral deposits near this fixed exit have been mined by people from the plane of the undead in recent years. We need to go further."
A knight took out the alchemy instrument in his hand and scanned the surrounding ground to confirm that there was nothing they needed underground nearby.
"Then take these mining golems out. Remember to pay attention to the movements of the undead around you. Don't let a large number of undead surround you. Without me, these alchemy machines will move too slowly. If these things are destroyed, we will This trip will be in vain."
The mage opened the magic warehouse issued by the society and released a dozen metal cubes. After the cubes came out, they quickly deformed and changed from a folded state to a normal posture. A dozen left-handed drills and right-handed iron tongs were used to mine. Alchemy machinery appears around.
These alchemy machines are the main force of mining for this group of people. Pure alchemy machines will not be suppressed by the plane. The knights, mages and wizards in the team are not as efficient at mining in the plane of the undead as these alchemy machines with weak combat effectiveness. high.
"Okay, then let's take these mining machines to the surrounding area to collect ordinary materials. You can come to us after you adapt to the plane suppression of the undead plane."
The knight who answered before nodded, took these alchemy machines and left with other members of the society, leaving the leading mage to adjust to the plane suppression in the safe area near the exit of the plane passage.
The mage set up a simple barrier around himself, then closed his eyes and began to meditate to absorb the magic power of the plane of the undead. In this way, absorbing things from this plane can reduce the intensity of plane suppression.
His strength is not enough, and he needs to get used to it before he can use advanced prospecting techniques to find the location of the ore they need.
During his meditation, the barrier set up can wake him up when there is any abnormal movement around him. Although the area near the plane corridor is a safe zone that has been cleared several times, the most basic vigilance cannot be put down.
The grayish-white, slightly physical magic power was absorbed into the meditating mage's body, causing a gray-white mist to appear around the mage covered by the barrier. The undead magic power was harmful to the body, and the side effects had to be removed with medication after returning.
Unconsciously, the gray and white mist around the mage seemed to have a little black color, but he himself did not notice it. He just continued to absorb the unique magic power of this world, allowing the plane of the undead to gradually accept him.
"Cha..."
One of the mage's legs sitting cross-legged on the ground twitched unnaturally. It scratched the ground and made a soft sound. A stream of red and black blood flowed from his nose, staining a large area of the mage's robe on his chest red.
His brows furrowed, his body twitched at a high frequency, the mage's expression became painful, and his breathing that was originally steady and rhythmic during meditation began to become chaotic. He took a big breath, but his face still turned purple uncontrollably.
The blood was no longer content to flow out of the nostrils. Black blood continued to flow out of the eyes, ears, and mouth. After half a minute, the convulsions gradually subsided, and the mage's face became extremely pale, but his expression was no longer painful.
"His ha..."
Opening his mouth, a black mist floated out from the mage's mouth and disappeared into the air, and a faint cry of despair and pain could be heard.
When he opened his closed eyes, he could still see the dried blood scabs remaining on his eye sockets. His eyes were completely different from those of the previous mage, with a hint of contempt in his coldness.
"It's a weak body, but it's enough. The giant dragon is in the Sky Mechanical City. In this case, we can't do anything casually. We have to find a way to drag the opponent to the plane of the undead or an independent space, otherwise he will be locked by the alchemy machinery army. Trouble."
He broke off the fingers of the mage's body that he occupied at the moment, and there was a crackling sound. Without controlling the force, he directly broke off the index finger of the body that was much weaker than the dracolich body. Varma said to himself.
"My lord has wasted too long on chasing that silver dragon. We can no longer waste my lord's time on clearing the heretic dragon on the continent. Find it and deal with it at once. Then spend all your resources on dealing with that silver dragon."
The red line in the field of vision was cut off somewhere in front of him. The Dracolich Varma, who had swallowed and destroyed the mage's soul, had already obtained enough information from the other party's memory.
The location where the guidance of the strange object·blood mark is cut off is where the plane crossing is. As long as she passes through this space bridge, she can go to the Sky Mechanical City.
"Take a little risk, otherwise the power this body can exert is too limited..."
A blade made of black energy appeared between Varma's fingers, and it pierced his chest without hesitation, splitting it apart like tofu.
No blood flowed out from the huge gap. When Varma took over the mage's body, the blood had already drained out of the body. At this moment, it was just a living corpse.
The chest was cut open from the middle, and the mage's hand emerged, directly inserted into the incision, and made a blood-curdling sound of tearing flesh and blood. It opened the mage's chest, revealing that it was shriveled but still alive under the influence of the undead magic. Working guts.
"Kakakakakaka..."
The ground in front of him cracked, and Varma's original body emerged from under it. Using the same operation, he cut open the chest of the original body, and then, the knife made of black energy cut open the hearts of the two bodies without any stagnation.
Invisible power was generated, and a metal cube the size of a thumb knuckle was taken out from the heart of the original body and inserted into the mage's heart, which had a hole opened.
Magic filled the air, and illusory black-gray needles and threads emerged, sewing the heart and the opening of the chest together. The mage's body could no longer see any abnormalities from the outside world.
The thing that was just transferred from the original body is one of the most important parts of the Lich's life, the phylactery. With this thing, Varma can exert sufficient strength while using this body. .
"Click, click, click..."
Varma wiped his palms across his cheeks and neck, and the blood stains on them disappeared. Even his pale skin color turned into a normal state under the influence of the spell, and the Dracolich's body was buried under the ground again.
Raising her head, Varma's gaze returned to the distance. At this moment, the original companions of the mage body she occupied raised their palms upward.
The power in the phylactery at the heart is constantly being washed away, and the undead magic power is gathering like a storm. Countless bone hands break out of the ground, grabbing at the victims who are completely unresponsive, tearing apart the gold and iron armor, tearing apart the fragile flesh, and tearing these victims apart. The living body and soul are forever buried in the dead earth of the plane of the dead.
…
Outside the area of the former Kingdom of Severtan and now the Kingdom of Arestle, the convoy of members of the Night Church was driving on the winding trade road in the forest. The road was a bit rough, and the wheels would bounce when they ran over tree roots and gravel. Let the people in the carriage sway too.
"Does the church have any other rules?"
A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, with a clean face with no stubble or wrinkles but a weather-beaten look, asked the goblin next to him who was holding on to the seat and looking annoyed.
"No more, no more. This is the third time you have asked me. Do you understand that there are no rules or irregularities in our church? Although I know that the three of you were expelled from the original church, you still retain your original habits. But you have to adapt to our night church quickly, okay?
Elliot impatiently emphasized to this new member of the Night Church named Damian that there were no rules in their church and they should not ask him again.
"How could this be? The Church of Light has its own precepts and creeds. Our original church even had fifteen pieces of advice from God. That was something we had to abide by."
“Without these rules based on God’s will, how can we follow God’s steps, exercise God’s will, and spread God’s brilliance.”
Damian did not let go of the goblin who was tormented by his questions, still stubbornly seeking answers and speaking his mind.
"There are things you insist on saying. For example, if you three choose not to believe in the fake God of Justice whose actions and slogans are completely inconsistent with being good people, you are already considered a good person. Don't do that in the future. Just do evil things.”
"By the way, there was something wrong with your wording just now. We believe in the Lady of the Night, so we are not spreading light, but spreading darkness so that more people can bathe in the darkness of the Lady of the Night. Do you understand?"
Elliot spoke very fast, and he really couldn't stand this person.
In line with the principle of spreading the faith of the Lady of the Night to everyone he met, Elliot headed in the same direction as they met on the business road, but the three men who were dressed in rags and looked like beggars offered help and invited them Believe in the Lady of the Night.
Unexpectedly, these three were believers who were deceived by an unknown evil god before. Later, they realized something was wrong and apostatized and ran away. They have been wandering for so many years. When they heard Elliot invite them to join the church, they learned a little about the Night Church. He agreed immediately.
Originally, Elliot was happy for spreading Lady Night's faith, but he didn't expect that two of the three people were very silent, but one of them was a chatterbox and had been asking him questions for nearly an hour. .
"Here is Lady Night's holy book. Mr. Damian, if you want to read it, you can take a look."
Eamon, who was driving in the front, turned around and walked through the car curtain, exposed his head, handed a book into the car, and said to Damian.
Elliot had never thought Eamon's voice sounded so beautiful, and he was asked why his groggy mind could not figure out how to show him the Holy Scriptures.
"Thanks."
Damian took the Holy Book of the Night handed over by Eamon, took this book that was first said to be written by Lady of the Night, but was actually compiled by Wang Yu, and thanked him.
However, the book in his hand is no longer the first edition. The texture of the book is very ordinary. The earliest copies are only owned by Night Blade and Wang Yu, and they are kept as souvenirs.
The current version of the Black Night Sacred Scripture has been sorted out with Aviya's help, and Ms. Black Night has also written some things herself. It is definitely much better than the original version that Wang Yu copied everywhere, highlighting a practical and unclear version.
Damian took the Holy Book of Night and immediately immersed himself in reading it carefully. The bumpy carriage did not allow his hands that were holding the book to sway in the slightest.
Elliot felt relieved when he saw the other party's extremely serious look. This way, the other party would not have time to bother him, but unexpectedly, this was the beginning of the nightmare.
"Mr. Elliot, may I ask what this sentence means? I don't quite understand it."
"Damn it... Let me see what you said. What don't you understand? This is to let you live a good life first, and then spend your time doing worship, spreading faith and other things."
"But shouldn't faith be put before life? Taking Him as our direction, isn't this the meaning of life for us believers?"
Damian read very carefully and quickly. When he saw something he couldn't understand, he would immediately ask Elliot, and there were too many things he couldn't understand.
"Ah... what kind of fallacy is this? Fanatics are not like you. We, the most devout believers, can only shout that Ms. Night is great, I love you and so on. You can go back and read, I remember the archbishop wrote about your situation in the holy book."
Elliot covered his face and wanted to refute what the other person said, but then he remembered that there seemed to be something about this kind of believer in the holy book, so he quickly turned over the holy book in the other person's hand and let him read it for himself.
Damian turned to the corresponding page, read the paragraphs titled "Useless Fanatics", and was stunned.
"First ask if it is useful, and then ask whether it is pious or not. Instead of yelling all day long, why not earn 100 more gold coins for the church and feed a few believers. If you really make money, then I will thank you as the archbishop. You are The most pious cub of Lady Night, I will help you make up for the prayers you lack..."
"Isn't this... too materialistic? Shouldn't what we pursue in our belief in gods be spiritual sublimation?"
The words were a little stuck, and the momentum of the stormy questioning of Elliot had also subsided a lot. Damian asked Elliot again.
"Oh my god, have you ever figured out why we believe in the Lady of the Night? If you really want to pursue these things, why don't you believe in the God of Light? His holy book contains what you said."
"We believe in the Lady of the Night because she will really protect us, and the people of the Night Church live together as a team, and their lives will be much better. Please turn to the last page and take a look."
Damian wanted to say something else, but Elliot had already turned the book to the last page, which contained words spoken in the tone of Lady Night.
"I hope that one day, my believers will no longer need to pray to me, so that they can have the life they expect, and at that time, you can still remember my existence..."
After subconsciously reading this sentence from his mouth, Damian looked a little confused, and the other two new members of the Night Church who joined him also raised their heads as if feeling something.
