This Lich Needs More Money

Chapter 59: Instructions for the World

 Creating two high-level undead is not a good option right now.

 Not only are the materials expensive, the key is also a matter of time.

 Many humans have misunderstandings about the undead. They think that a skeleton reanimation spell can be used to pull a skeleton directly from the corpse, thinking that this is a real undead.

 In fact, the skeleton soldiers created by this spell can only last for one day at most. They cannot be regarded as undead at all, but can only be regarded as temporary puppets.

 The actions are entirely controlled by the caster, and even the soul is incomplete.

It would take a lot of effort to create a truly undead that lasts for a long time, has its own self, and is also a high-level undead that retains most of its normal thinking.

 First, start to detect whether the souls of the two people still exist.

Hastings Amberxiu is not worried. This thief who eats black and white goods probably has no faith. After death, his soul will stay in the body for a long time and suffer a lot of torture.

The trouble lies with the half-elf ranger. Most elves believe in elven gods. Those gods attach great importance to the souls of elves. They basically fly straight to the elven kingdom after death, rarely stopping over.

If it is estimated that the soul of an elf is intercepted, it will easily anger the group of vengeful elf gods, which is a bit outweighing the gain.

 But after Amberxiu checked, he found that Hareth's soul was also there.

“Those stingy people who don’t believe in the elves and gods? Not bad, not bad. It saves a lot of trouble.”

A low spell sounded in the gloomy laboratory, like ancient shadows murmuring in the abyss. The temperature of the laboratory dropped suddenly, and patches of white frost covered the surrounding area at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　A ball of light blue light floated out from the half-elf's corpse. It seemed to be struggling to leave, but was frozen by the ubiquitous cold and could only float stiffly in the mid-air.

Amberxiu’s hands draw countless magical rays of light, weaving them into dreamlike patterns and imprinting them into the soul.

 After completing this complicated ritual, Amberxiu said to the soul fire: "Now, you should be able to speak. Hareth, can you hear my voice?"

 Soul Fire trembled and made a weak sound.

"pain…"

"It's just that the phantom pain caused by your soul losing its adapted body makes you think that your limbs have been cut off. You will no longer feel pain. Keep thinking and focus on the things that are most profound in your memory. This can condense your will. "

Soul Fire trembled and made intermittent sounds again, but it was much clearer than before.

 "Mom...Mom...don't die...Mom..."

Amberxiu is not surprised that each adventurer can write several stories about literary youth, but only the stories about literary youth who become heroes are qualified to be compiled into poems and circulated.

　　Hares’s soul called his mother for a long time before he regained some sense.

"I...what's wrong with me...it's so dark...it's so cold...what kind of place is this?"

Amberxiu replied: "Darkness and coldness, like pain, are all illusions. The way the soul observes the world is different, and you need time to adapt slowly. I have temporarily blocked your ability to perceive the outside world, otherwise your soul will not be able to bear it. Live and collapse.”

Without eyes, nose and ears, the way the soul experiences the world is more like reading an exhaustive and terrifyingly detailed expository text.

Amberxiu was drinking in the tavern before. He couldn't taste the rancid wine, but his soul had already marked a series of keywords such as "watered down", "pantothenic acid" and "disgusting" on the wine glass. Imagine taking out a gold coin, and a dense description of hundreds of thousands of words suddenly appears on its outline alone. This amount of information can burst a weak soul.

There was once a poetic undead who wrote this sentence: "The world is open to me, but I close my eyes cowardly."

 The soul of the undead spends its entire life deleting its response to the world, allowing the soul to reduce its load. For example, block out some unimportant information to avoid missing more important parts.

This is only an issue that needs to be considered in the early stage of adaptation. Next, we need to practice how to use the power of the soul to drive the undead body.

 It is said that the soul controls the body, and the body in turn affects the soul.

　　Why do ghosts always look similar to what they looked like in life? That's because the soul has been adapting to the changes in the body.

 This is also the reason why the undead are mainly in human form. It is naturally much easier to adapt to the original body.

Only Amber Xiu, who has mastered the technology of artificial soul, can modify the appearance of the undead at will, because he can directly create a virtual soul of the corresponding form, greatly reducing the time for the soul to merge with the body.

Amber Xiu has not yet created a suitable undead body for Hares, so he has temporarily sealed his soul. He can only communicate verbally and does not give him other ways to sense the outside world, otherwise he will have to scream like crazy for several months. Get used to it slowly.

 When Hares calmed down a little, Amberxiu continued to ask: "Did the group of paladins let you sneak into the castle?"

Hales's soul trembled again, and he said in a horrified tone: "It's you, Master Ultraman! I remember, that Headless Horseman is your puppet, and it was you who killed us!"

If Headless Brother had been created by Ambrose, he would have directly created a legion, then flattened the Lane Empire, and hung old boy James Watson to the stake.

“Answer my question, Hareth, were you ordered to come to my castle by that group of paladins?”

Hares responded: "Yes, my brother and I originally just wanted to cheat them a little money, but they directly forced us to sneak into the castle. We originally just wanted to come here for a while and then leave."

Hares's tone was full of regret, he just took the risk, but he really died.

Amberxiu carefully inquired about the information about the paladin, but the results were not great. The two brothers did not have much contact with the paladin named Fanxing. They only knew that he was a black knight who fulfilled the oath of revenge.

“Black Knight, it’s a bit troublesome. This kind of paladin has no lower limit.”

Amber Xiu was mumbling to himself, and Harris took the opportunity to beg for mercy and said: "Ultraman Master, it is our brothers' fault, but please show mercy and let my brother go. I can work for you, no matter what you do." Make me a skeleton or a zombie, but please let Hasting go."

Amberxiu asked curiously: "You two brothers have a pretty good relationship, but how come you, a half-elf, are brothers to him, a pure human being? Are you half-brother or half-brother?"

"Our father was a slave trader. Hasting's mother was a human slave, and my mother was an elf slave... Anyway, we killed him in the end and escaped."

 It was another tragic story, but Amberxiu had no interest in continuing to ask.

He was thinking about the use value of these two brothers. The black knight named Fanxing was so discreet that he couldn't just shout the Holy Light and rush over like that idiot Allen?

This paladin must be given some stimulation, and he cannot be allowed to continue calmly planning.

Amberxiu thought for a while and came up with a rough idea, and then said to Hareth's soul: "By the way, I think your pet is playing well. How about reincarnating into a lich?"

 (End of this chapter)