Chapter 74

After the reincarnation altar was abandoned, the cave where it was located was sealed off. Under the guidance of an elderly human named Lümu, the group arrived at the cave that had become one with the mountain rocks.

"Lord Brass Dragon, the reincarnation altar you mentioned is likely here. Demons used to prevent us from approaching, so I can't be certain. Lord, are you from the Lich City?" Lümu asked indirectly.

"We come from the World Transfer Station." Negris replied casually.

"World Transfer Station?" The distant name made Lümu rack his brain, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.

After confirming that there was indeed a cave behind the soil layer, Lümu said enthusiastically, "Lord, I'll go call some people. This place has been buried for too long, and it won't be easy to dig."

However, when he returned with the people, a large opening was already there. Lümu, who had been gone for less than five minutes, was stunned: "W-What happened?"

Why would you need to call people to dig a hole? Now, the small zombies are like human excavators. With two shovels on their hands, they can dig a large pit for storing food in just an hour, easily and conveniently.

However, this old soil was too hard to dig. Ang stepped on it a few times, and after using the Loosen Soil spell, it became much easier to dig.

Inside, they saw a reincarnation altar that was still largely intact, though a few of the stone pillars were broken.

The construction quality of the Undead Empire was excellent, including the World Transfer Station. A thousand years had not left many marks. In the human world, it would have been unrecognizable after just a couple of hundred years.

Next to the reincarnation altar, Negris saw a small teleportation array. Upon closer inspection, it still had fresh energy fluctuations, indicating that it had been used recently.

"Yes, this is the place. The two Black Knights came from here. They didn't use the reincarnation altar but a teleportation array to be transported from another plane. This is a fully functional teleportation array with a passive beacon. As long as you know its location, you can use it like a teleportation spell. The Black Knights are very familiar with this place," Negris said.

After further inspection, he discovered a passage leading to the valley outside, clearly showing signs of recent forced entry. From the fresh marks, Negris also sensed some holy light.

"That skeleton was an angel, and it was teleported here? The two Black Knights chased the angel here? What's going on? The relationship is so complicated," Negris deduced, feeling a headache. How could the Black Knights and the angel be on the same side?

Just as Negris was troubled, a fluctuation came from behind him. He turned around and was startled: "Kabada, what are you doing!"

In the short time he was checking, Ang and the others had already propped up the broken stone pillars and activated the reincarnation altar.

Is this how you do things? It's like a horse breaking its leg, and you just fix the leg and make it run again.

"You're crazy! The stone pillars are broken, and the energy circuit is also broken. How can propping them up make it work? What a joke! The energy can't circulate, and it could easily explode... explode... explode."

Negris's voice grew smaller as he saw the propped-up stone pillars glowing. The magic runes started from the base and slowly extended upward, crossing the broken part and reaching the top of the pillar. The explosion he mentioned did not happen.

Negris almost bit his tongue. He moved closer in disbelief and saw that the broken stone pillars were indeed glowing, with energy flowing through them. Upon closer inspection, there were no signs of the break.

"Kabada, automatic repair technology. No wonder the empire's buildings are so well-constructed. They must have used automatic repair technology. As long as it's activated, it can repair itself," Negris said, scratching a line on the altar with his small claw and watching it fade and disappear.

"You knew the altar had an automatic repair function, didn't you? That's why you were so bold," Negris asked Ang with a relieved smile.

Ang tilted his head in confusion and continued to input soul crystals into the reincarnation altar.

"Uh... I guess he didn't know. He's just bold," Negris said, scratching his head in frustration.

The reincarnation altar uses soul energy. A single activation doesn't require much energy, but after being abandoned for a thousand years, especially with some broken stone pillars and countless hidden cracks, Ang had to spend several times the soul energy to activate it.

A deep blue light spread from the center of the altar, rippling to the edges and flowing into the six stone pillars. The pillars lit up simultaneously, responding to each other and forming a hexagram pattern.

The hexagram reached its peak brightness, then dimmed, the light receding from the pillars and contracting toward the center of the altar, expanding and contracting repeatedly.

Taking out the soul of the wraith knight he had captured a few days ago outside the control room, Ang placed it in the altar.

The wraith knight, like the Black Knight, is a man-made undead creature. The difference is that one has intelligence, and the other does not, similar to the difference between a zombie and a lich.

The ripples spread to the edges, flowing into the six stone pillars. Because there was a soul in the altar, the pillars did not dim but emitted a light that shone on the wraith knight's soul.

"Quick, take this opportunity to imprint your soul mark," Negris said.

The wraith knight's soul had already been materialized once. It didn't need to go through the reincarnation process again; it just needed to replenish soul energy to regain its physical form.

However, this was a process of rebirth, with a chance of failure. Even if successful, the memory would be erased.

But for the wraith knight, it didn't matter. They had no intelligence, so retaining or losing memory was unimportant. The moment of memory erasure was also the best time to imprint the soul mark.

At Negris's urging, Ang imprinted his soul mark. The wraith knight fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then emitted thick black smoke.

The black smoke twisted and formed a shadow holding dual blades, clearly the wraith knight that Ang had seen before.

The wraith knight had no intelligence and no memory, so it stood there blankly.

Negris chuckled, "You got a wraith knight for free. Come, I'll teach you the most practical use for a wraith knight—armorization."

Following Negris's instructions, Ang guided the wraith knight to attach to his body, constantly adjusting and armorizing.

Both the wraith knight and the Black Knight can materialize. When they materialize and attach to the surface of the body, they become armor.

However, no one would use a Black Knight for armorization because they have intelligence and feel strange when attached to the body. The wraith knight has no such concern.

After some adjustments, Ang's body was covered in a rather ugly, lumpy armor, as if it were made of clumps of mud that had hardened.

Negris covered his face, "Do you have no sense of aesthetics at all? This is too ugly. Adjust it to look better."

Ang tilted his head, is it ugly?

"Stop, stop, stop. Have you ever seen anyone wear armor? Just adjust it to look like what you've seen. Any of them would be better than this 'mud.'"

Adjust according to what I've seen? Ang tilted his head, recalling the people he had seen wearing armor, and began to adjust the wraith knight.

Spikes emerged, drooped, and adhered to the body. Another layer of spikes emerged, drooped, and adhered, layer by layer, extending over Ang's entire body, especially the shoulders and armpits, which were particularly thick. Finally, a straw hat was armorized on his head.

"Kabada, what kind of armor is this!? This is a scarecrow's cloak! A cloak!" Before the straw hat appeared, Negris couldn't tell what it was, but the straw hat changed everything.

"I've seen it," Ang said, implying that Negris had told him to adjust it according to what he had seen.

"How about heavy armor for a swordsman? Or a heavy armor for a shield bearer?"

Ang tilted his head, "Not good-looking."

"Hey, not good-looking? Your cloak and straw hat are... good-looking?" Negris's voice grew lower, and he became less confident.

The cloak was made of bundled straw, yellow and black, with many straw stalks sticking out, which indeed looked ugly.

But the armor on Ang's body was armorized by the wraith knight. The straw was ethereal and merged into one after adhering, with no protrusions. It was dark and resembled fish scales, which looked quite good.

Negris hesitated, gestured for Ang to remove the ugly straw hat, and put on the magic steel helmet given by Lan, unifying the style.

"Much better," Negris praised.

Ang also thought it looked good. He poked the rib area of his chest and abdomen, no longer worrying about being too close to the angel skeleton or the Brass Dragon, whose wings might get stuck.

The small zombie came over, poked Ang, and pointed to itself: "Ow."

Ang nodded and activated the reincarnation altar again, taking out the soul of the Black Knight.

However, when thrown into the altar, the soul screamed and escaped: "No, don't refine me, I surrender, I surrender!"

Surrender? Ang tilted his head. He didn't need surrender; he just needed to make a suit of armor for the small zombie. He grabbed the Black Knight's soul and threw it back in.

"Don't refine me. I'll agree to any conditions. Please, soul pact, I offer you a soul pact, don't refine me!" The Black Knight wailed, running out of the altar, and a soul pact flame appeared eagerly.

Seeing him cry so pitifully, Negris felt sorry for him and said, "Forget it, forget it. Accept his soul. It's like imprinting a soul mark. Since he's already a Black Knight, it doesn't matter whether he goes through the altar or not."

"Yes, yes, it doesn't matter. Accept my soul, make me armorize or etherealize, any pose is fine," the Black Knight's tone was extremely humble.

Doesn't matter? Alright, Ang accepted the soul pact.

The Black Knight sighed in relief and said, "Are you now so barbaric to captives that you don't even give them a chance to surrender? You don't even ask a few questions before refining them? Don't you want to get some valuable information?"

Negris chuckled, "Do you have any information about farming? If not, it's not valuable."

The Black Knight stared at Negris for a while, "Farming? Are you serious?"

Negris nodded. He had figured out Ang's nature. As long as it wasn't about farming, he didn't consider it valuable. Information about the reincarnation altar was less valuable than fertilizer.

Though somewhat skeptical, the Black Knight still said, "Speaking of farming information, I do have one."

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