Coiling Dragon: Long Snake Life

Chapter 95

"The finished product, I and the high priest each need [-]%." O'Brien stared at Zilin with piercing eyes and said directly.

The high priest also shifted his gaze to Zi Lin, and his beautiful eyes looked at Zi Lin closely.

"Impossible! I have to arrange for people to collect souls, and I have to spend my own energy to refine them. I can't just get [-]% more than you. If this is the case, the income is less than my own secretly collected souls. I can't do it. "For O'Brien's lion, Zilin categorically refused. Refining the soul is also extremely energy-intensive. If you only take [-]% of it yourself, you might as well stealthily store the soul on the battlefield.

I have a showdown with them because, with the support of the high priest and O'Brien, I can get more, and with the suppression of myself, the high priest, and O'Brien, if the three of them do not acquiesce, they will not Large-scale battles may occur. Even if the Rhine Empire asks for help, the castles that have been completely destroyed will not be able to get out, and none of the castles will be breached. In the case of small-scale battles, there are very few souls that can be collected now.

"How much do you think you can give us?" The high priest and O'Brien exchanged glances. As for those who died in the war, even the gentlest high priest didn't say a word.

"Twenty percent, each of you two percent." Zi Lin clenched his palms on the table into fists, then stretched out two fingers, dangling between the two of them.

"Impossible, too little, maybe [-]%"

"Two percent"

……

"How about this, you [-]%, and we share [-]% equally." The three of them bargained like market vendors, and finally after half a day of discussion, the high priest finally set the benchmark.

"Yes, but you have to agree to one condition." Zi Lin originally planned to absorb the souls of the dead in the war, but when he saw the two people in front of him, he suddenly thought of a better idea.

"I suddenly came up with a better idea. Wars can't be fought every day. People die only once or twice. How many people die every day in the four empires?" Zi Lin's eyes were deep, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"You said what you want, you don't want us to slaughter our own people, right? I tell you clearly that this is impossible." Before Zi Lin could finish speaking, the high priest directly expressed his refusal, and O'Brien also nodded. I disagree, there is still a big difference between the people who died in the war and those who were slaughtered by themselves.

Looking at the vigilant two people, Zi Lin stood up, turned his back to them, and raised his hands upwards, as if holding a starry sky. "What are you thinking? I'm just saying that the four great empires on this continent have countless new lives born and countless lives lost every moment. If we envelop all the four great empires, every moment The number of dead people is no more than a few wars, and when the time comes, how many soul gold beads do you want?"

The high priest and O'Brien were also attracted by the magnificent picture drawn by Zilin. They thought that the soul would be strengthened hundreds of times by then, and the ability to perceive the mysterious laws would be even stronger. At that time, it would be the picture of breaking through the middle god and the upper god. .

As for the fact that there is a limit to the soul that can be strengthened at each level, Zi Lin subconsciously ignored it. Anyway, he has several departments waiting to become a god.

"The prospect is good. The key is that your soul-absorbing sphere can be guaranteed to cover the four great empires." After all, they are all god-level, but they are only attracted by the prospect drawn by Zilin. After asking, after all, the more souls are stored, the more soul gold beads will be available.

"This thing is easy to refine. The key is that this thing is only 100 meters long, and it can only reach [-] meters after being blessed with divine power. You have to add fighting spirit or magic power to absorb the surrounding souls." Zi Lin pointed to the table that was absorbed by the two. Only a blank soul orb remains.

"Ten meters, 100 meters? What is this distance enough for?" O'Brien frowned.

"It depends on Catherine." Zi Lin looked at the high priest.

The high priest just drank the water of life quietly and did not speak.

"For the magic circle, no one is more sound than you, Catherine. There are so many magicians who can always research a magic circle with an expanded range. At that time, every village will have to build a temple, and put the soul ball into it. Among them, we will arrange people to guard them when the time comes." Zi Lin said with a look of admiration.

"By the way, I will finally study one, which can transfer the souls in the villages to the provincial towns, otherwise I have to hand it in every once in a while."

"Haven't you ever thought that this kind of magic circle is not easy to make, and you have to ensure that the soul will not be sucked away by the underworld immediately after it is born?"

"Can that be done?" O'Brien asked anxiously. For Zi Lin and the others, it was just icing on the cake. For O'Brien, every time he strengthened his understanding, he would not be so desperate.

"I don't think it's a big problem." Catherine put down the mask, revealing a delicate face, took a sip of tea, and said softly.

"Hahaha"

"Come and let us toast to our success." Zi Lin raised the jade cup in his hand and said to the two of them.

"Then do I have to increase my share?"

"certainly"

Catherine smiled and filled up her jade cup again and lifted it up.

O'Brien stared at Catherine's gaze, and immediately retracted it, and hurriedly raised the wine glass in his hand.

There was a sound of "jingle", and the three of them drank the wine glasses in their hands in one gulp.

"I'm going to refine the soul container, and then the magic circle will trouble you." Zi Lin looked at Catherine.

"Then how can I help?" O'Brien couldn't help asking, looking at the task arrangements that both of them had.

"You, just wait and enjoy it," Zi Lin laughed.

In the next few years, the whole world seemed to be caught in a frenzy of construction, and the belief in death spread throughout every village and town in the four great empires.

The temples of the God of Death rose up one after another, and countless priests in black robes did not promote the belief of the God of Death, but only stationed in the temples.

After the final decision of several people, it is still necessary to spread the name of Zilin God of Death and build the Temple of Death.As long as the spiritual power is higher, one can feel the soul, and the title of God of Death is just suitable for harvesting souls. The high priest and O'Brien are not suitable after all.

At the same time, the four empires issued several decrees at the same time.

All local governments need to cooperate with the Temple of Death.

No one is allowed to destroy the Temple of Death.

The god of death is in charge of the souls of the dead, and no one can interfere with the behavior of the temple to store souls.

Anyone who obstructs the destruction of the temple, no matter who it is, from the sanctuary to the common people, will be killed without mercy.

In the capital of the Yulan Empire, the three of them were in a temple, accompanied by a sanctuary magician.

"It's time to start." O'Brien looked excitedly at the soul ball held in the right hand of the statue in front of him.

"Let's get started." Catherine looked at the sanctuary magician who was waiting beside her.

"Yes, teacher," the man said respectfully.

(End of this chapter)