Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

First, huge stone pillars slowly rose from the ground, just like the fences in the Lich Dungeon, they existed originally, but they kept shrinking underground until some kind of force lifted them up.

These rising stone pillars absorb the collapsed waste bricks, walls, tiles, etc., as if there is an invisible hand, combining them together and slowly propping them up, there is a feeling when a skeleton combines a body.

"Yes, using this principle, these building materials have been added with bone meal, rubber and the like. As long as there is a soul core, they can be combined. Obviously, now, the holy fire of the undead acts as the soul core. The breath of death The richer they are, the stronger they are and they will repair themselves," explained Duroken.

Negris couldn't help curling his lips, it's too convenient, as long as there is a breath of death, wouldn't these buildings not be broken?

"Of course it will be broken, isn't it already broken, but when I usually design such a large building, I will make a backup. It seems that His Majesty has also adopted my idea and made a backup for it. These stone pillars are the main frame. , After the main body is damaged, you can use them as a foundation to repair the entire temple." Duroken said.

Hearing this, Kent finally couldn't help it: "Excuse me, who is this lord?" Why would he know a secret that even he didn't know?

"Oh, my name is Duroken." Duroken responded casually.

"Hiss—Duroken, the king of alchemy? Oh my god, it's a great honor to meet you. I'm so honored to meet you. I've seen your name from these hidden inscriptions." Kent held Douro excitedly. Ken's hand shook up and down.

This made Duroken surprised: "Can you understand those inscriptions?"

Kent said: "I didn't understand it at first, but after repeated research, I found that they seemed to be regular, so I asked His Majesty, and His Majesty told me the meaning of the inscription."

"Oh, you actually found out. You are so careful. Can you see what the inscription on it means?" Duroken wanted to test Kent, so he took out a golden rod and showed him the inscription.

"A gift for the Semimi Brass Dragon?" Kent was not sure.

Negris, who was next to him, poked his head over after a moment of rubbing: "Why is my golden rod here?"

While talking, he probed into the interspatial bag, and took out a golden rod: "No, my golden rod is here."

Duroken laughed and said: "I made a batch more, and Wright and the others will also use it, so I will make a batch more, and everyone will send one, and make more."

Thinking of a group of alchemists, each holding a 'sexy brass dragon gift', Negris wanted to jump over and blow Duroken's dog's head.

Because the number of equipment of the same standard is too large, it is easy to form a routine. In the future, this kind of golden rod will be called "sexy brass dragon gift", oh, it's too shameful.

Just when Negris rushed over to pinch Duroken's neck, Duroken waved some golden sticks to turn it into a frog, but because the magic resistance was too high, it only changed in half, turning into a frog head, and then the frog head spit out When the tongue made Duroken's face drool, the main hall of the Undead Temple gradually took shape.

This mutation must have shocked everyone, no matter if they were old or young, they all knelt in the direction of the temple and worshiped devoutly.

Although the Holy Fire Festival of the Dead has become a festival similar to the shopping festival Carnival, on a specific day, if you travel long distances with your family to participate, at least you have the holy flame in your heart. Miracles that can move them can easily turn them into believers.

Everyone prayed devoutly, and a steady stream of soul flames rushed towards the sacred fire of the undead. The flames rushed more than ten meters high. These soul flames became the energy supporting the recovery of the temple. A kind of invisible energy pulled the general, slowly separated from the existing base, and floated towards the holy fire platform.

"Oh! The torch has returned to its place! Immortality is eternal! The soul is eternal!" Anthony immediately shouted loudly, guiding everyone's emotions.

This is a good opportunity. A large-scale scripture can squeeze out the power of faith, which can even reach half of the faith that a believer can dedicate in a year. People have a herd mentality. The emotions of others can easily infect and drive the emotions of others, thus forming group fanaticism.

After entering this state, everyone will be able to become fanatics, and their dedication will be dozens or hundreds of times that of ordinary general believers.

"Holy fire returns! Immortality is eternal! Soul is eternal!" The believers shouted excitedly.

In this era with a high illiteracy rate, ordinary people have no education, and they don’t know how to express their emotions. Apart from cursing a few words of “Pambada”, they can only greet other people’s parents. Therefore, professional priests and priests are needed to guide them.

The prayers and scriptures of any religion are carefully selected and combined, not only required to be easy to understand, but also catchy and easily arouse emotions.

Many religious classics are full of colloquial and even grammatically unsound sentence patterns. People with a little knowledge will scoff at them, wondering how these sentence patterns have been handed down.

But as long as you think about it, the objects of these prayers and scriptures, and try to shout them out loud, you will know their functions. dropped.

In addition, foreign religions also need to pay attention to an accent problem. Praying with the accent of the Principality of Montenegro has absolutely different effects than praying with the accent of the swamp.

As a professional old magician, Anthony designed catchy prayers for these believers with dead-line accents in a blink of an eye, and shouted together, the sound shook the fields.

After shouting several times, everyone didn't know why, they felt hot and dry, and wanted to tear off their clothes and move around.

Anthony immediately floated towards the holy fire platform in the distance, dancing forward while dancing: "Holy fire! Hey! Burn! Hey!"

The movements are very simple, even a little funny, but for some reason, in this environment, many people have a strong urge to move.

Kent couldn't help poking Negris, and asked, "What does this lord do? Didn't he say he was the Pope of Light?"

"Hey, he is a professional magic stick." Negris said proudly: "Much more professional than you, do you want to learn? Let him teach you later."

Ange next to him tilted his head, and he felt a strong belief: I want to stand up—I want to stand up—let me stand up—

Ange looked in the direction where the belief came from. He had actually noticed that direction a long time ago, because among a pile of tents and shacks, and even piles of straw mats in the open air, there was a very luxurious carriage with a beautiful emblem hanging on it — Emblem of the Howling Opera Troupe.

That's right, it's the witch's Howling Opera Troupe. Obviously, in this world, the undead king not only reproduced Duroken's things, but also reproduced many of the witch's things.

Anger projected this belief, and saw a thin and thin woman paralyzed in the carriage. She looked sideways through the window and looked at Anthony dancing in the air. Her eyes were full of fanaticism: "I want Stand up, is this the soul dance? I'm going to learn this—I'm going to dance this—"

With a strong belief, accompanied by raging soul flames, Ange glanced at her body.

The woman was shocked, looked up and looked around in horror, and said in a trembling voice: "No... Immortal God?"

She felt a gaze sweeping over her already withered body, which was usually unfeeling when the maids pinched her, but there was a slight warmth sliding.

Is it the god of immortality? Was it the Immortal God's gaze upon hearing her prayer?

An Ge glanced at her and knew where her problem was. The cervical spine was split, and the cracked place proliferated, compressing the nerves, causing her to lose all sensation from the chest down.

This kind of injury is too easy for Ange, one stroke or two strokes, and then a few face cleansing techniques.

The woman only felt the flesh on the back of her neck split, and some kind of force scratched across the bones of her cervical spine, and then something fell out. Before she could feel the pain, a warm current rushed into her body, The split flesh heals quickly.

An unprecedented smoothness surged into her heart, and the woman was shocked to find that her hands, feet and body had 'returned'.

Yes, back, she has lost her body and limbs for ten years, and now, she feels their presence again.

Trembling, the woman used her thin hands to support the same thin body, because she hadn't done this for a long time, this simple action made her try several times.

Standing up and looking back, the woman finally saw what fell out, a piece of bloodshot bone stubble.

Miracle, the Immortal God cut off a piece of her bone just by watching her, and restored her to normal after being paralyzed for ten years. God, what kind of miracle is this?

Paralyzed for ten years, from self-pity to despair, women have never believed in the existence of the immortal god like today.

She climbed out of the carriage tremblingly, swinging her hands and feet in distorted movements. She hadn't moved for ten years, making her movements look like a stiff corpse.

The maid kneeling beside the carriage found the woman and couldn't help screaming. This scream startled more people, and everyone looked over one after another, causing an even bigger uproar immediately.

Luxurious carriages, paralyzed women, their arrival has long been a topic of conversation. Everyone in the vicinity knows that the owner of the carriage is a paralyzed patient. Now seeing the paralyzed patient standing up, how could he not uproar.

This is much more shocking than those old people 'standing up'.

What shocked them even more was that the woman moved forward with distorted movements. As she walked, her movements became more and more flexible. She jumped up slowly, and her body gradually plumped up. Her eyes were fixed on Anthony in the air, and every move she made imitated.

The whole venue became more and more lively, and some people couldn't help following the woman and dancing their bodies.

The holy fire of the undead is rushing up slowly, and the burning light can be clearly seen dozens of kilometers away. This abnormality naturally alarmed the undead council. On the distant horizon, black shadows trailed long trails, rushing in this direction .