Chapter 96

The Rebirth Altar was elevated above the ground, with the small zombies, angelic skeletons, and Nigris squatting along the edge, looking down at Ang's operations.

Anthony thought for a moment and went over to squat as well, not wanting to draw too much attention. However, when Ang started his operations, he couldn't help but shout and exclaim.

"Why can the skeletons use holy light?"

"Why can a piece of flesh grow in water?"

"Not water? Sacred Essence Liquid? Kebada, a whole basin full of Sacred Essence? That would cost two or three hundred thousand magic crystals, right?"

"Uh, is the cost that high? My small treasury was emptied by you guys before. This time, you have to list the expenses as sacrificial items."

"Is this a Purification Spell? Why is the single-target Purification Spell so powerful!?"

"Why is the casting frequency so fast? Does he have a lot of magic power? An Adept Mage? Kebada, even an Adept Mage doesn't have such a casting frequency. Isn't he tired?"

"Not a Purification Spell? A Face Purification Spell? What the heck? Can he define holy light?"

"Not defined by him? By Lisa? Who is Lisa? A former Holy Maiden of Light? Defining holy light by believing in him? Don't tell me he has a divine essence."

"Really? An Undying Divine Essence? His Majesty's Undying Divine Essence was inherited by him? Oh my God, is he the lover of the Goddess of Fortune?"

"Still not stopping? It's been ten hours, so persistent? Won't his magic power run out?"

"Look, look, it's forming, really forming. The basin is too small, it's almost full, quickly change to a larger basin."

"What? The Essence Liquid needs to be increased fivefold? Forget it, forget it, it can't be reimbursed."

Amidst Anthony's exclamations, a one-meter-tall human child gradually formed in the basin, curled up with knees hugged, with features identical to Anthony's. If he were to say it was his child, no one would doubt it.

Ang stopped.

"Is it done?" Anthony asked immediately.

To be honest, Ang's magic never stopped. At first, he hoped Ang would finish quickly, but after several hours, Anthony's feelings became contradictory. He wanted it to stop but also wanted to see Ang's limits. However, his time was limited, and he still needed to be reborn, hoping his body would recover quickly.

Could Ang really continue indefinitely? Was it because of his super-strong mental power?

Ang nodded, indicating it was done. This time, the amount of Essence Liquid consumed was similar to that of the bronze dragon, but the growth rate was three times faster. Besides his more proficient operations, the more important factor was the small sapling on his head.

Even though Ang had stopped, the small sapling continued to send enthusiastic messages: grow, grow hard.

Useful. Ang silently gave the sapling a stamp.

The body was formed, but Anthony, looking at the human child's body in the basin, hesitated and said, "It's too small, if I reincarnate into it, I won't be Anthony. Can't it continue to grow?"

At a height of one meter, it was roughly the size of a three- or four-year-old child. Anthony couldn't return to the church as a three- or four-year-old; no one would recognize him as a high bishop.

Rather than that, it would be better to switch to an adult body and start over. Over the past thousand years, he had repeated this many times and was very proficient.

"Without consciousness, it will starve to death if it grows," Ang said.

"Are you telling me to reincarnate first and then let it grow quickly? Is that what you mean?" Anthony asked.

Ang nodded.

With a suitable body and life essence...

"No need for life essence. The body you created is alive but lacks consciousness and a soul, making it the perfect vessel for consciousness. Life essence is mainly used to infuse the body with vitality when my consciousness is injected, allowing it to accommodate my consciousness and revive."

Anthony was deeply impressed. Ang had created the most suitable body for consciousness to be injected and for the soul to be reincarnated into a living person.

No other preparations were needed, and the Rebirth Altar was already ready. It just needed a slight adjustment in its operation, which Anthony was very skilled at, as he had invented the Rebirth Altar.

After making the adjustments, the body was moved to the altar, and Anthony began to teach the operation method.

"You do this, then that, then this, and then that. Got it?"

Ang nodded.

Anthony hesitated and asked, "Do you really understand? There's no chance for you to practice; you have to succeed on the first try, or I'll be in trouble. Do you really understand?"

Ang nodded again.

"Why do I feel a bit uneasy? You agreed too quickly, it doesn't feel secure. If only the God of Knowledge were here to operate the altar." Ang's quick agreement made Anthony feel a bit unreliable.

"You really know how to pick people. My current body is just a tough-skinned bronze zombie dragon. How can I operate it?" Nigris shrugged.

"But, do you really know how to do it, Lord Ang? Give me a guarantee, only one chance..." Anthony was still hesitant.

Human nature is such that if someone reluctantly agrees after much deliberation, they seem more reliable. But if they agree immediately, it always feels a bit unreliable.

But without lying, the one who nods immediately might be strong and quick to grasp things, while the one who hesitates might really be struggling.

Ang found him too talkative and grabbed Anthony's neck.

The Holy Substitute flashed, naturally blocking Ang's hand.

But Ang's hand trembled, and the Holy Substitute shattered, leaving a soul in Ang's hand, which he threw onto the altar.

The Rebirth Altar hummed and started to operate.

After several minutes, the human child in the center of the altar suddenly sat up and shouted in a sharp, young voice, "Kebada, you..."

The voice abruptly stopped as the human child, in disbelief, pinched his throat and touched his face, saying, "Is it over? So fast?"

This time, the reincarnation process was unprecedentedly smooth. Anthony felt his soul being extracted, and then everything went black, and it was done. He had only managed to say "Kebada" before...

"You broke my Holy Substitute? How did you do that?" Anthony was shocked.

Ang demonstrated the Hand of Transcendence.

Anthony frantically scratched his head, deciding not to think about it. There were too many things about Ang that defied logic.

Even more illogical was that Ang transferred a pile of beets and food in front of him and left a footprint.

Anthony soon felt an endless hunger, stuffing food into his mouth. During this time, Ang also gave him two bottles of Sacred Essence Liquid.

Anthony's body visibly grew rapidly, from ten years old, to twenty, thirty, forty...

In just five days, Anthony ate several hundred pounds of beets and food, drank five bottles of Sacred Essence Liquid, and had four bowls of Life Tree sprout stir-fried with eggs. His body grew from a four- or five-year-old child to a robust forty-year-old.

When Anthony was ambushed, he was already fifty-six years old, and he only needed to grow ten more years. However, when he reached forty, he stopped and said to Nigris with a gleam in his eyes:

"If, I mean if, I return to the church in this young, ten-years-younger form, saying that my Lord bestowed a miracle to revive me, and I am a divine favorite, do you think they will believe it?"