Chapter 18

Purification is a simple first-level spell, and Ang quickly learned it. Watching the skeleton in front of him emit a holy light, Negris felt a sense of satisfaction from his twisted pleasure.

Some say that Purification is a spell to cleanse undead creatures, which the undead cannot learn. Negris scoffed at this, agreeing that light overcomes darkness, but the idea that light overcomes the undead is a typical misconception, primarily because the undead detest sunlight.

But do living beings not detest sunlight? Try leaving someone out in the midday sun for two hours in summer. It’s just that living beings have a higher tolerance for sunlight.

In the history that Negris knew, the reason Purification overcame the undead was because it was a 'Holy' light spell.

The addition of the word 'Holy' to light magic indicates that it falls under the domain of divine magic, carrying a part of the intent within it. Holy light magic not only overcomes the undead but also all heresies, including demons and elemental beings.

As long as it does not carry this targeted 'intent,' holy light magic becomes a simple light magic.

A cup of purified holy water down the throat, and the little girl quickly recovered from her negative state and fell into a peaceful sleep.

The boy let out a sigh of relief and thanked Ang with deep gratitude. Ang had been busy, summoning rain and purifying, and the boy had seen it all. This made him realize that it was not the fire on the altar that saved his sister, but the skeleton in front of him.

Two more soul flames rose from his body, not heading towards the Undead Holy Fire, but directly merging into Ang’s body.

The two soul flames intertwined and condensed in Ang’s soul, forming a strange symbol that floated above the flame of his soul’s core.

When Negris was told about this strange change, he heard the bronze dragon’s envious voice: "What a lucky bastard, you’ve gained his faith. From now on, he is your follower, a fanatic follower. What a lucky bastard, you don’t even have a divine spark, you fake god, you’ve even stolen the soul network, kabada!"

Kabada, in the magical language, means to insult and kill, and when used alone, it has a strong emphatic effect, indicating that Negris was in a terrible mood and wanted to curse.

Negris had once deeply studied the relationship between deities and their followers, concluding that it was not the gods who created the followers, but the followers who created the gods.

Just like Negris himself, he was originally just a knowledgeable bronze dragon. Because many people believed in him, over time, he ignited the divine fire.

However, to be honest, his status as a god of knowledge was somewhat hollow. He ignited the divine fire through the accumulation of time, living long enough until he was about 8,000 years old. Ultimately, it was because he lacked fanatic followers.

Think about it, how many people who believe in knowledge can be truly fanatical? Intellectuals are worse than the worst scoundrels; yesterday they might have sworn the earth was flat, but today, with sufficient evidence, they can immediately retract their statements.

They believe in the truth, not the bronze dragon who taught them.

But the truth is countless and ever-changing. Water flows downhill, but in a certain abyssal plane, water flows uphill because there is a large amount of liquid mercury, and water, being less dense, floats on top of the mercury.

Humans have a short lifespan, averaging 40 to 50 years, yet they have created numerous deities. Why? Because they have a large number of fanatic followers.

If followers create deities, then fanatic followers are the key to creating deities, as they spread your deeds and infect more people to believe in you. Therefore, fanatic followers often become the key to igniting the divine fire.

Could the bronze dragon not be envious? He lived for 8,000 years without encountering a single fanatic follower, and his followers were rather poor in quality, leading to a lack of divine power.

Not only was his divine power weak, but he also had a divine spark. The Undead King took a liking to him and sealed him in the Bronze Book. His poor-quality followers never even thought about ways to rescue him.

While the bronze dragon was wallowing in self-pity, Ang had already put on a straw hat and transformed into a human form, the only way he could speak: "What happened? They, chasing you?"

Seeing Ang transform into a human with just a hat, the boy’s eyes widened. Wasn’t this a miracle? If washing hands in hot oil counts as a miracle, then transforming into a human is the miracle of miracles. In an instant, the boy’s faith became even stronger.

"Pestilence, lockdown, leave home, kill. Sister sick, no cure, die, take a chance." Ang thought his speech was already clumsy, but the boy’s speech was even more so, spitting out words one by one.

However, this coincidentally matched Ang’s speaking habits, and he understood immediately: "Pestilence? Dysentery? This kind?" He pointed to the little girl as he spoke.

The lockdown was sudden. Ang only saw the believers stop coming overnight but didn’t know what had happened.

"Yes, many died, isolation, skeleton delivers food, but no treatment." The boy explained.

Actually, it wasn’t that there was no treatment, but there were too few healing mages. Poor people like them would not receive treatment and could only tough it out. If they survived, all was well; if not, they would die at home.

"Many died?" After thinking for a moment, Ang asked, "Can the skeleton go out?"

"Many, the skeleton can, not infected." The boy replied.

Ang took out a plate, filled it with clean water, and cast several Purification spells on it. Then he prepared to leave the temple with the plate.

"Where are you going?" Negris couldn’t help but ask.

"To the minotaur." Ang replied.

"Oh, that family is quite devout. Go and see them, but shouldn’t you ask your fanatic follower’s name?" Negris was really impressed with Ang. This was a fanatic follower, and he didn’t even ask his name. How would he command him in the future?

Ang asked the boy his name, and the boy excitedly replied, "Orc."

Bringing the purified water to the minotaur’s house, the minotaur family was already in bed, dehydrated from vomiting and diarrhea, on the brink of death. The poor minotaur, who ate moss, was bound to be affected.

A cup of purified water down the throat, and the minotaur family, with their strong vitality, immediately came back to life. They immediately started bowing to Ang, the only way they knew to express their gratitude.

The soul flames that emerged from their bodies directly merged into Ang’s body, without needing to pass through the Undead Holy Fire.

This change was clearly related to the symbol on the soul’s flame, but Ang’s attention was already drawn to something else.

On the wall hung the skull of an animal with an eye patch. From the two sharp horns, slightly larger than those of the minotaur, it was clear that this was the skull of the minotaur family’s ancestor.

"Yes, this is my great-grandfather, Lache Ironhoof." What a simple and unadorned name.

What caught Ang’s attention was not the skull but the soul’s flame inside it. The skull had already given birth to a soul and become a skeleton, but unfortunately, it was hung on the wall, and there were no bones nearby to form a complete skeleton. So it could only hang there.

"Has a soul? No wonder its eye sockets emit fire. So the grandmother put an eye patch on it. What should we do? This is our ancestor’s skull, hanging it here is disrespectful. Why don’t we put it in the temple?" After discussing, the family decided to hand the skull to Ang to take to the temple, believing that the Undead Temple could better arrange for the soul in the skull.

Thus, Ang inexplicably brought back a minotaur skull. When he returned to the temple, he found that Phyllin had been waiting for a long time, pacing anxiously.