Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"Would you like to eat your head?" The king put his hands behind his back and pinched them, ready to give Ange a head bang when he said 'take it'.

In the dimensional space, Xiaogu just kowtows and eats it for a long time before the Nigris takes shape.

Fortunately, Ange shook his head: "We, with high rank, define it."

"Oh, oracle? Divine will?" The king suddenly understood.

Ange thought for a while: "We, the origin, the law of the void."

"You mean, we are the origin of the void, and what we define belongs to the law of the void? It's the same as the consciousness of the eternal divine light that cannot be plundered?" the king asked.

Ange nodded: "Here, no, the strength is weak."

"Understand, if you define something in your dimensional space, it is directly the Law of the Void. I am on the Chaos Side, and if I define something, it also belongs to the Law of the Void. But it does not work here, but it is still possible to define a book. ” the king said.

Ange nodded and said to Ni Nie's book: "Negris."

"Negris, the god of knowledge, the lustful brass dragon."

The king and Ange just sat on the ground and shouted at a piece of clay book all afternoon. This boring and monotonous behavior was simply torture to the king, but in order to not have to listen to Ange repeating word by word in the future, the king I endured it.

The mud embryo became clearer and clearer, more and more solid, and more and more like a book, until finally it floated up, the pages of the book opened, and the pages floated with a golden light.

However, the golden light flickered for a few times and then stopped, and Nigris did not project it over.

"What happened? Did it fail?" The king looked at the dark yellow book of yellow mud and asked doubtfully.

Ange shook his head and asked to the Book of Yellow Mud: "King, where have you gone?"

The page of the book lit up with golden light again, and the shadow of a brass dragon slowly appeared on the page, then emerged from inside and appeared on the paper.

The phantom of the brass dragon that had just appeared was still a little confused. He looked left and right, and finally his eyes fell on Ange, and hesitantly said: "Ange?"

Ange nodded.

"Zobata, it's really you. How did you become a wooden man?" Negris asked, then turned to the king: "Immortal?"

The king nodded: "It's me, so you actually projected over just now, but you just didn't recognize us, so you retracted?"

The shadow of Nigris flew out of the book and said: "Yeah, I was shocked. Suddenly a projection node appeared in my belief network. I projected it over and saw a wooden man and a leather armor. People stared at me and scared me.”

"Then why did you know it was us when Ange said, 'Where is the king?' Is this a secret code?" the king asked in confusion.

"How can you say that? You all suddenly disappeared back then, and you didn't tell me where you were going. Only me and the dead skeleton were left in the Palace of Rest. Do you know how long I have been stumped by this question? Forget it, where is this place? Now What's going on?" Nigris quickly changed the subject.

It was stumped by Ange's problem in the first place because it wanted to pretend to know everything and trapped itself. This experience was too embarrassing, so skip it quickly.

The king explained the situation again.

Nigris complained: "I knew it was like this. There is no one else but you who can make this dead skeleton leave the land at home and disappear without a trace. It seems that you have suffered a big loss. Look at how thin you are." of."

"..."

With a strong soul, it would be much easier to build a body. In order to conceal others and facilitate movement, Ange chose the method of using the Lich's phylactery, sealing the soul's heart in the phylactery, and then stuffing it into the goblin's body. , then activated and reborn.

The king hammered and hammered, and soon made a rough lich phylactery.

The soul connection of undead creatures has an advantage. Everything that the people know, the king knows, so the king can copy the home of the dead, the altar of reincarnation, the holy fire of the undead and the like in the starburst plane.

The Lich Phylactery will naturally do it, because Duroken will, but the Black Knight Reincarnation will not, because Antony is not one of his people.

However, the knowledge gained through soul connection also has a shortcoming. It can only be copied and it is difficult to improve because the king does not know the specific principles.

For example, the Lich Phylactery was very rough when the king refined it, because it was already a technology more than a thousand years ago. Duroken's technology has experienced Ange's continuous supply of god-level materials, plus the starburst plane. Inspired by the Warlock Alliance, it has become extremely sophisticated.

But here's the problem. Without materials, a sophisticated lich phylactery cannot be crafted. On the contrary, a simple and rough phylactery does not have so many restrictions.

"Why does the Lich's phylactery have to be so precise? It's not that it can't be used if it's rough, it's just rebirth." The king said with some dissatisfaction when he saw that his phylactery was being rejected.

Nigris curled his lips in disgust: "Haha, you are out of date. Duroken's new phylactery type 6 can already record memories in stages. Even if it is wrapped in a shroud and burned to death, it can still retain part of the memory when reborn. It just depends on when you last recorded it.”

"It is also waterproof and dustproof, self-repairing, and can also cultivate on its own. Throw a piece of soul fire into it, and it may become a soul heart in a few decades. In this way, you will have a strong soul as soon as you are resurrected, even if you encounter danger, It can also jump up and hit you, or run away on its own.”

The king was stunned when he heard this: "Is this still a phylactery?"

"What kind of life box is this? This is your second life. Are you excited? Tell me your name, hit nine... Bah, I'm used to cheating." Nigris was so excited that he almost spilled the beans.

"I'm really excited. Can I practice it myself? Can I obtain the Black Crystal Soul? If possible, I'll buy one."

"No one dares to charge you to buy one? That's a good idea. Forget the Sombra Soul. The Mourning Soul requires a soul network to take shape. Just practice it yourself slowly."

"But shouldn't the life box be placed in a safe place? What's the use of putting it in the body?" the king asked in confusion.

Without Ange's need to answer, Negris had already explained: "The Lich's phylactery was originally used to save his life, but isn't this body used to project silver coins? Its biggest function is no longer needed. The phylactery is used to disguise the soul. Sealed up, even you won’t be able to sense the fluctuations of your soul.”

"But I can scan the soul. Can't I find it if I scan the body?" the king said.

"Haha, the most you can find is a living heart." Nigris said proudly.

Ange stuffed the life box into his heart, and with a cleansing technique, the heart immediately grew and healed, wrapping up the life box. Even with a soul scan, all he saw was a living heart.

Adjust the position of the phylactery and the heart so that they fit together perfectly, pinch the chest, and then punch the chest - rebirth.

The living heart actually beat, pumping blood to the whole body.

If there was an essence, just pour a few bottles into it, but unfortunately there wasn't. Ange could only use the facial cleansing technique to cleanse the whole body, allowing the blood to circulate completely, and the goblin body came back to life.

The silver coin was projected over, and he did not check his body immediately, but said a little weirdly: "Sir, someone came to register me. They said that not only me, but all the new gods must register, and they asked me to comply. Observe the law and uphold the priesthood, and I mentioned a lot of conditions."

"Pfft - registering for God? Who is so arrogant?"

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