Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Negris had never fought with an undead army before, so he naturally didn't know what logistics was. It thought that undead creatures didn't need logistics.

"You may not need logistics, but good logistics is combat effectiveness. You can't fight half of the battle and go back to sleep, right?" Duroken said.

"It makes sense. Harvey and the great sage in the Land of the Sunken just lack logistics. If they have enough soul crystals, the continuous offensive can make human beings exhausted." Negris agreed very much.

While they were talking, the little zombie angel had already lifted all the tents, revealing the boxes inside. Ange's eyes swept over, and the ring of the scale weighed at the same time, and soon came to a specific quantity .

"Nine hundred boxes, one hundred thousand boxes, ninety million pieces." Ange said.

"Get rich, get rich." Negris said excitedly.

Anger now has about one million believers, who belong to the God of Immortality, the God of Beauty, and the stolen part of the Illuminati and Harvest believers.

On average, each person contributes about one-fifth of a soul crystal to the power of faith every day. Of course, this is an average. Some people have more and some people have less. Like Oak, there are dozens of soul crystals every day .

More people follow fate, sometimes more, sometimes less, sometimes not. After all, God is only a spiritual sustenance, not the whole of life. They are exhausted every day, so there is no time to offer prayers.

In this regard, the Guangming Church handles it better. They must pray before eating every day. Stimulated by the smell of food, their beliefs are more pious.

As for the other godheads, there are relatively few rituals, and there is no long-lasting stimulation. The piety of most believers is declining.

For example, the Harvest Goddess has a lot of soul flames every day during the harvest festival, but after the harvest festival, the number of soul flames will continue to decline. After falling to the bottom, it will not increase until next year's sowing and harvest seasons. .

Before the harvest time, people can't think of the goddess of harvest.

Adding up all kinds of things, Ange harvests about 200,000 soul crystals every day. The "soul crystal" here is just a unit of measurement, and what everyone donates is not the real thing.

These 90 million soul crystals are equivalent to An Ge's 450 days' income, and he has indeed made a fortune, overnight.

"There is one, strange thing." Ange pointed to a box that was bigger than the box containing the soul crystal in the pile of boxes in the distance.

When I opened it, there was something like a vertical windmill inside.

"Duroken, did you make this? What is it?" Negris looked at it for a while, but couldn't recognize what it was, so he turned around and asked.

"The witch windmill, I didn't build this, it was made by the witch. It can gather the soul energy in the nearby space and extract soul crystals." Duroken said.

Negris' eyes widened in shock: "Refining soul crystals? Can soul crystals be refined by machines?"

Duroken spread his hands: "I also want to know, the things made by witches are never reasonable, you have to ask her to know how to do it."

"Where do I go to ask her, I can't find a single bone, why don't we start the windmill and see how it is refined?" Negris suggested.

Duroken shook his head: "I don't know either. The witch's methods have always been very weird. There is no fixed routine, and sometimes they will set traps. Don't move around. If you make a mistake, you will be blown to the sky."

Negris, who was about to use his little paws to turn the top windmill, quickly drew his hands behind him.

"Then what should we do? We can't throw it here, right? If the equipment that can refine soul crystals can be activated, wouldn't we have a steady stream of soul crystals?" Negris said heartbroken.

"That's not true. The energy of the soul is not endless. After refining the soul crystal here, it will stop."

Speaking of this, Duro Ken paused, and said: "As for whether it can be activated, you can look for it, witches like to prepare maintenance personnel for their own things, and see if there is a construction engineer wrapped in oiled paper nearby. "

Construction engineer? Negris was stunned, and looked around suspiciously. He found an oiled paper bag buried in the ground next to the box, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a intact humanoid construct.

The humanoid structure is only about 1.6 meters in height. Humanoid, with four hands, a tool belt around the waist, a circle of tools hanging inside, wearing glasses on the face, and the lens on the left is a convex lens, which seems to have Amplified effect.

With this style, you don't need to ask to know that you are an engineer.

Negris looked back at Duroken, how should the construction engineer activate it?

"I know this. Turn it over. Do you see the bayonet on the back? Look for the tool belt on its waist, and find the rocker arm of the clockwork. Come, insert it, and stir." Duroken pointing.

Stirred for a while, no response...

"Could it be that there is no energy?" Duroken guessed.

It was time for Ange to go out. Ange reached out and pressed the body of the construct, soul energy poured in, and then Negris continued to shake.

There was a mechanical sound of gears turning in the construct. Slowly, the eyes of the construct lit up, and then with a beep, the construct moved, stretched out its hands to support the ground, and slowly stood up by itself .

Slowly turning its head, the eyes of the construct swept across everyone, and when it saw Duroken, it made a mechanical voice: "Lord Duroken."

When it turned to Ange, it made a mechanical sound: "A skeleton."

"A corpse dragon, a zombie, an angel... beep beep, siren, siren, angel found, angel found." His eyes turned around everyone, and finally fell on the little angel. The body immediately raised the alarm.

The little angel puffed his cheeks, and opened the wings of light with a swipe, but before the holy light shone, it was slipped away by Anget.

"Aw!"

"Oh!" The little angel was not convinced, and pointed at the construct with his little hand.

"Aw! Aw!"

The little angel pouted, turned around and squatted down on the ground, poking the ground angrily.

Duroken moved over and lifted his cloak to block the little angel.

When the little angel was no longer visible, the alarm of the construct stopped, and the eyes continued to move.

Negris couldn't help leaning over and whispering, "Why is this thing so stupid, why can't it be smarter? It wouldn't be so stupid to bury any undead."

"Are you crazy?" Duroken was shocked: "This thing is buried in the ground as a backup. If you bury a soul in the ground, it is not equivalent to imprisoning it? The king knows that he will roast your soul."

"Oh, yes, yes, I was wrong. It's cruel to imprison the soul in place, and it's not right. If you imprison Ange in the farm, he will be very happy." Negris apologized quickly.

It is not a native undead creature, so sometimes it doesn't react. If an undead is really sealed in the structure, isn't it equivalent to being imprisoned in disguise? This is intolerable in the morality of undead creatures.

Even the God-Shoulder Construct, only Patsy is conscious, it's not that other people can't get out of consciousness, but it's too cruel to stay in the same place for a long time, which is equivalent to a disguised imprisonment for the immortal soul.

"The Witch Windmill - Inspection - Intact - Start." At this time, the construct also found the Witch Windmill, and immediately strode close to it, checked it, and when it was found to be good, it pulled out the force on its back to wind it Arm, inserted into the windmill.

"Uh, it's that simple?" Negris asked in surprise.

Duroken was also very surprised: "It seems to be."

With the rotation of the force arm, the fan blade of the windmill also began to rotate. When it started to rotate, everyone discovered that the fan blade seemed to be hollow. thing'.

When the fan blades were running to the extreme, the construct stopped, and the windmill could already rotate by itself without it shaking the arm.

The fan blades extract soul energy in the air, and provide energy to the windmill so that it can continue to run until there is enough energy to condense into soul crystals.

Thirty seconds later, there was a crisp clang, and something seemed to fall out of the base of the windmill.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a soul crystal.

"Can you really refine soul crystals? How does it do it?" Negris looked at the soul crystals, and then tried to penetrate the windmill with his thoughts.

However, just like the beginning, the core of the windmill is made of soul-shielding material, and Negris' thoughts cannot scan the internal situation.

"Would you like to dismantle it and have a look?"

"Okay, okay, I've wanted to see it for a long time."

"Forget it, it won't be good if you can't pretend."

After chatting for a few words, I heard a ding-dong again.

As more and more soul crystals were refined, Negris also calculated the speed: "A soul crystal can be refined in about 30 seconds."

"This is related to the concentration of soul energy in the space. As the concentration decreases, the speed will also slow down." Duroken said.

"It's not too late. Alas, how did the witch do it? What kind of existence is this witch? Why did I forget her?" Negris lamented.

Regardless of the fact that the refining speed of the witch's windmill is not fast, one piece in 30 seconds, only 120 pieces in an hour, and less than 3,000 pieces if it keeps spinning for a day, but what is soul energy? This is the power of belief, and it is the same thing as the power of belief.

In other words, the witch used this instrument to do what a god can do. It can refine soul crystals here, so if it is placed in the Holy Court, can it refine holy crystals?

Hey, good idea, you can try it.

"Ange, why don't we..." Negris turned his head and was shocked. All the boxes behind him disappeared, and Ange was holding the little angel in his left hand and the archangel's staff in his right hand.

"Oh..." Ange stroked the Archangel's staff.

The little angel got angry and kicked her legs: "Oh!"

Ange threw the Archangel's staff on the ground and raised his fist: "Oh!"

The little angel pointed to the archangel's staff: "Oh——"

Angus let go of it.

The little angel picked up the archangel's stick, and soon became elated. The unhappiness just now had been thrown into the abyss. She grabbed the stick and swung it around, sending the little zombie who was leaning over to see it flying away with a snap.

"Aww!" The little zombie was furious, condensed out his shield and rushed over.

The little angel waved the staff of the archangel and fought with the little zombie.

Not long after, the little angel came back dejectedly holding the archangel's staff that was broken in two, followed by the little zombie who was beaten into a pig's head.

"Ow!" The little angel raised the two pieces of the archangel's staff in front of Duroken.

"Ah? Why is it broken? Did you throw it at a stone? Can it be broken? No, no, I won't repair it, I'm exhausted." Duroken waved his hands in shock.

The little angel tilted his head, turned his eyes, and plucked a feather behind him with his back hand, and held it in front of Duroken.

"Uh, the angel feather of the four-winged angel, no, no, how can I have your angel feather? It's not good." He said no, but his hand was not slow, and he wiped it with his palm, and the angel feather was released. gone.

"Okay, let me here, come and get it in half an hour." Duroken said.

Negris returned to the Palace of Dormition and found the missing boxes: "This dead skeleton is really fast, okay, just put it away."

As soon as the words were finished, a skeleton came from a distance, and Fei Ti's voice sounded from him: "Hey, these boxes look familiar, where have I seen them?"

"This is the Palace of Rest. Is there anything you don't recognize? These boxes have been here a long time ago." Negris flickered.

"That's right, all right, I've finished my shopping, and this place still hasn't changed. It's the same as before. The king's palace can't be opened, and the guardian emperor in front of the palace is gone." Fei Ti said.

"Guardian Emperor?! What came from?" Negris asked.

"The king's palace guards the emperor." Fei Ti said, and sent a video with his mind.

It was a huge steel statue standing in front of the main hall, holding swords in both hands on the ground, expressionless.

Negris was taken aback, it had never seen this thing before, is there such a thing at the entrance of the main hall?

The brass book flew to the front of the main hall, and the location of the image sent by Fei Ti was empty at the moment. The huge statue estimated to be ten meters high disappeared, and even the traces on the ground were covered by the grass on the grave.

If Fei Ti didn't say it, no one would know that there used to be a steel statue here.

The statue turned out to be the guardian god emperor, obviously higher level than the guardian god of the teleportation array.

When I went out to ask, Duroken said in shock: "The statue is a guardian? I didn't make it. I thought it was just a statue. Fetti won't remember it wrong, right?"

Negris said quietly: "Ange, you put the witch's windmill in it, put it far away, and then take Fetti out, so that he won't see the windmill, so that he won't yell that it belongs to him. But they are all the property of the Undead Empire, belonging to the Palace of Rest."

"Oh." Angie said, stuffing the witch's windmill into it, and then lifted Fei Ti out.

Facing Duroken's doubts, Fetti shook his head: "I remember correctly, I fought with it before, but I couldn't."

"Pfft..." The Lord of Mourning, can't defeat the God-guarding Emperor? Chambada, that statue is so scary?

Seems to be right, guarding the palace of the undead king, how can we do it without any strength? Where did such a powerful Guardian Emperor go?

"The family background of the Immortal Empire is really rich." Negris couldn't help feeling emotional.

Why, why isn't it the inheritor! Shit Lucky Skeleton! Negris' expression changed beyond recognition.

They were chatting, but Ange was observing the surroundings, and suddenly pointed to the distant horizon and said, "This is like heaven."

Thank you for your tip with lemon mint and ice and less sugar, looking for the notes of the melody.