Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 360: The Stunning Vehicle

Due to certain restrictions, Nikes, as the chief priest, must also control her emotions.

But that didn't change the fact that she was in a bad mood at the moment.

No matter what, Siara’s behavior is also betrayal.

And she was a server.

So, even though her tone was brisk when she spoke, her eyes were like the deep night.

Siara just glanced at the other person, and she felt as if she had returned to her childhood. When she looked up at the vast starry sky on a summer night, she was overwhelmed by a strong sense of insignificance.

Then came great fear.

She had to curl her fingers slightly and clasp the cold fingertips in her palms to regain some courage.

Noticing that the other party's face was slightly pale, Nikes' originally gloomy mood improved a little.

"Humph……"

The power of shadow and corrosion began to destroy the ceiling and walls, and ugly black marks slowly spread like splashed ink stains.

After scribbling the explanation, she seemed to have completely lost interest in the matter and turned around to leave.

Affected by her emotions, cold shadow energy began to gather.

"I've had enough of the Vilitas people. They did this seven hundred years ago, but the result was progress and peaceful evolution. What's the difference between you and them?"

But when she reached the door, she suddenly turned back and looked at Siara with sharp eyes:
"You might as well ask this dragon lady why the shell of nightshade is highly poisonous, and why McCalla became like this step by step.

The chief priest's eyes were still penetrating.

This humanoid dragon folded its arms and smiled delicately.

The momentum that did not belong to a mortal swept towards the priest in front of him like a huge wave.

"I won't hurt her."

"Sorry, I can't answer."

"That's it again."

Seeing her weak look, Nikes sarcastically said:
"I'm curious about what kind of future the Poetry Club showed you that made you so determined?"

She didn't expect that her forgiveness and patience would be rewarded with extravagant gains.

However, what she didn't expect was that Shia pulled off the chain of forgiveness around her waist, and then she was able to hold on tightly under the majestic pressure like a raging wave with just her thin body.

"Yes."

Siara shook her head gently:
"To be precise, you cannot discuss this issue with me calmly."

Nikes was really shocked this time.

"Ah……"

Siara took a deep breath: "Considering the existence of the Four-Nation Pact and the prejudice against McCalla in the surrounding areas, I need to evaluate your requirements and try to dispel some of your concerns before the negotiation begins...No Realistic ideas.”

And as time goes by, the other party seems to gradually adapt...

Nikes calmly put away her strength.

"Calm down, Nikes."

Nikes' eyes changed slightly and she turned back to look at Buzina.

Nikes twitched her lips.

But just when she was about to speak, she heard Siara ask back:
"So, what do you want to talk to McCalla?"

Her delicate eyebrows were raised slightly.

"I will find someone to talk to you. The boy from the Musiayin family has proposed a series of cooperation plans before. It seems that he has been in contact with McCalla for a long time. Most of the things in Yati Town have been concealed, but he is better than you. Well, he also knows he’s a Nice guy.”

what?
Nikes thought she heard wrongly.

There was a strong sense of disgust in Nikes' eyes.

"Give up, Nikes. In the face of firm ideals, there is never a distinction between gods and mortals.

"You...you're asking me?" she asked.

Siara: “Perhaps the biggest difference between us is that you haven’t taken action at this moment.”

Buzina's voice suddenly intervened.

Nikes said:
"I just want her to understand how mortals should behave when meeting gods."

The chief priest snorted coldly: "With just these words, I can keep you in Saint-Xiting."

Siara's pressure suddenly relaxed, but the stinging pain in her brain caused by mental exhaustion made her dizzy and she had to sit back in the chair.

"You don't think that your belief in Ms. Deathspeaker outweighs her pursuit of ideals, do you?"

Buzina shrugged: "Of course, as long as you are ready for a war with Dragon Island."

She originally thought that this would make the other party submit, or at least lower his high head.

A few minutes ago, this was the waiter who was bowing respectfully to her. How could he be like this in just a few words! ?

"Just like she believes that some history must be sealed and concealed, isn't your self-righteous rationality a kind of ridiculous arrogance?
"Don't always think that you are the savior. If no one is alive and full of filth, how can you have the chance to come forward?"

The room fell into silence.

It wasn't until she walked away that Siara murmured: "Aren't you going to leave with her? I just saw..."

"No, there's no need. I just gave her a lift."

Buzina replied.

Then the room fell into a brief awkwardness, and neither of them spoke again.

Finally it was the dragon himself who broke the silence.

“You may have many questions, but I’m sorry, but I can’t answer them, because logically speaking, you can’t even reach me with your strength.

"Insights beyond the individual upper limit will only bring disaster. This is our consensus. This has been the case before."

"I understand." Siara nodded.

Buzina: "That's good... The main purpose of my visit this time is to get some information about McCalla through you. Of course, it's not the one you reported to Nikes. I want to know what happened in the Blight Scar. What did Collins do, who saved you, and...what does McCalla look like now?"

Siara couldn't help but said in surprise: "Can't you go in person?"

Buzina shook her head slightly.

"Unfortunately, no. This is not to prevent us from coming into contact with McCalla, but to protect ourselves."

Siara's heart tightened when she heard this.

She thought of the reactions of the fifth-level transcendents when they returned to McCalla from the Blight Scar.

Heine said that only people with polluted souls cannot approach McCalla. Could it be that...

"So, can we start?" Buzina asked.

"Okay."

Siara nodded, and then began to tell everything she had experienced with McCalla at the Blight Scar.

Because the application of the principles of the Harmonic Instrument appeared after she left, what she knew was very limited.

In addition, the uneasiness she had just thought of was like a lump in her throat, so she also held back when telling the story, omitting too many unbelievable things.

But even so, this dragon also showed a surprised look.

"...No wonder McCalla's Yuanling activity is 201 times higher than before, and it's still rising. There is actually an ancestral tree involved. Thank you very much, this information is very useful."

"What happens after this?" Siara asked: "When McCalla negotiates with the temple, will you come forward?"

Buzina shook her head: "No. Not only can we not come forward, we can't even let McCalla know about our existence." Siara couldn't help but wonder: "Why? Because of Velitas?"

"No, just because we never 'existed'."

Buzina explained:

"Dragon Island is not a certain civilization or force. The number of our individuals is too small to form a complex pluralistic society. Therefore, we are not a 'force', but independent observers integrated into this world.

"In other words, this matter can be pushed forward even without our intervention. It's best this way, and it will be like this in the future, until McCalla's influence is large enough to contact Dragon Island."

After a pause, she asked: "As for you, have you ever thought about the future?"

"I?"

"Yes, will you go back to McCalla, and if that's the case, we can-"

"Do not."

Siara shook her head and looked at the chain of forgiveness that she had thrown aside.

"I'm going to stay here."

Buzina thought she heard wrongly and said blankly: "What?"

"I'll stay here."

Siara repeated.

“I will continue to be a server in Godero City because the temple cannot find anyone to replace me.

"If Nikes allowed me to say something offensive like that, then she would allow me to stay.

"Back then, my mentor paid the price of his life to mediate the increasingly tense relationship between the nobles and the temple. Now I can't back down."

Buzina hesitated to speak, but still nodded.

"it is good."

After settling the matter, Siara finally had time to ask the question that had been bothering her——

"How did you... become a floating city? Is this something you can say?"

"Well, there's nothing I can't say."

Buzina smiled: "When I appear over the dwarves, I will turn into an airship. When I go to Velitas, I will turn into a ship. In the forest, I will be a giant eagle. On the Zanluo Plateau, I will be a split-toed flying dragon. As long as I If the blueprint is enough, the form will not be limited.”

Transfiguration...is it so free?
Siara couldn’t help but marveled.

She thought of Barry's research notes they found from the crypt, and couldn't help but ask: "A cold vehicle has no soul, but if it is in beast form, the 'blueprint' must be obtained from the soul. How to solve the soul rejection and mutual influence?" "

Buzina's eyes suddenly widened: "Does the Shadow Temple also study the art of transformation? I thought only those pointed ears were studying this..."

"Yes, we got Barry Gitile's notes, which is where the elves' transformation came from."

"No wonder... I'm not a researcher, so I can't explain it in principle, but I suggest you study the Zanluo people's soul spells, and you may be able to find a solution."

Siara nodded slightly...

Do Zanluo people also know how to transform?

……

"The Zanluo people can actually come up with this way to transform..."

Alfalfa... Mr. Barry was filled with admiration for the inner world of Gitiller Manor.

As Heine returned with the trophies, everyone gathered here again to study the five "baby birds" he brought back.

He originally brought back a handful of sand, but as soon as he stepped into McCalla, he was melted by Yuan Ling's enthusiasm.

Just as he thought, the player had never seen this thing before.

However, the player still judged from the appearance of the birdman he described that it was the Quetzalcoatl tribe of Mount Thorins.

To be precise, it is the appearance of the "ancestral spirits" of the Zanluo people.

Loulton also said that it was from that place that Milton brought back a level six feathered snake to use as his flying form.

As for Mr. Barry, he has indeed studied the art of transformation all his life. Even without the ability to perceive, after listening to Heine's introduction, he pointedly pointed out:
This is the 'core' of Transfiguration.

Barry: "Last time we talked about the most difficult problem in transfiguration is how to fuse souls with their own form blueprints. Seemingly smart guys will choose to bypass this problem, which means your skeleton will be directly fused like a monster. Shadow Essence.

"As for the Zanluo people, it's hard to say whether their behavior is smart or stupid. They created such a 'core' to keep them in their juvenile form, so that they can share part of the blueprint without threatening their own souls. .

"If nothing else, the Zanluo people on Mount Thorins all relied on this method to fly, but the five unlucky ones who robbed their 'ancestors' by you will obviously say goodbye to the sky from now on."

Hearing this, Heine asked doubtfully: "Are you saying that the people I met in the desert were the 'ancestors' of the Zanluo people?"

Barry nodded: "This is the only possible explanation. The body wrapping them and the core inside are not one. This coincides with your previous discovery - the ancestors of the Zanluo people were actually forcibly kneaded by some kind of magic circle.

"But unlike other tribes who use the losers in the spirit summoning ceremony, they chose a more targeted approach, which is the souls of these orcs."

"Wait...an orc?" Dylan frowned and said, "Are you mistaken? This is obviously the soul of the beast!"

Barry glanced at him sideways: "I'm not that old yet. Besides, have you seen an orc or have I seen an orc?"

Dylan was speechless.

Barry snorted: "When I was your age, I went to the Zanluo Plateau twice. What about you?"

"Ahem... Today is different from the past, incomparable, incomparable." Heine hurriedly smoothed things over: "Actually, I was also very curious at the time. These souls behaved more like conscious captives after being bound by me. Normal beasts don't behave like this."

Barry grinned and said, "That's right, you should have such observation skills."

Heine was afraid that Dylan would explode if he continued talking, so he hurriedly left with the others on the pretext that it was time to make the next plan.

Players continued to discuss it during this period.

It can be heard that they have been tortured by this copy before.

The Zanluo people of the Quetzalcoatl tribe cannot fly themselves, but they can summon the kind of bird-man ancestors Heine saw to fly with them.

As a large level six dungeon, even if players have air mounts, they cannot cope with such high-intensity air combat.

Who wouldn't be frightened to see a large number of birds coming over from the other side?

When they later had large vehicles, they were already level eight or above, and there was no sense of accomplishment in crushing these hairy monsters.

It can only be said that I was born at the wrong time.

But now, times have changed!

They have rhubarb!
Dahuang: "Brother, if you are the first one to be promoted to six, you guys think it's worth it? Who else is dissatisfied?"

Teacher Xia: "Mr. Yu, Yu Tuan, you know me. I have always adhered to the principle of 'level five is enough'. Experience is only for the strong!"

Wei Dianyuan: "Teacher Xia, don't lick there, it's dirty."

Mr. Sa: "Indeed, you licked everything clean. Why should I lick it?"

Zhu Sheep: "You two are almost done... Heine hasn't decided which plane to attack from yet."

Teacher Xia: "What else is there to say? Just let the brothers enter Rhubarb's body and then fly to Thorins Peak. Isn't that the end?"

Dahuang: "Wait a minute, if you want to put it this way, I think punching it in from the inside is a good choice."

Coincidentally, Heine thought so too.

Since the bird-man ancestors of the Zanluo people are soul-coupled bodies with the orc soul as the core.

In other words, there are probably many pure orc souls imprisoned in this place.

The other world is where the "ancestral spirits" patrol. If these ancestors can be dealt with first, wouldn't it be easy to deal with the ancestors?
Suddenly, he had another good idea.

Otherwise...

Should the inside and the outside fit together?

(End of this chapter)