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Chapter 122 - 106 Steadfast Bone Skeleton_l

In the dense forest, there was an area so overgrown one could hardly speak of it. Vines, branches, and shrubs packed the area so tightly, one wouldn’t be able to squeeze through.

A swordsman wielding a machete made strenuous efforts to chop through the branches and vines. After clearing a path for about ten meters, he was panting heavily and called back: “Someone take over, I’m exhausted.”

They had been clearing their way through the forest this way the whole journey, everyone was worn out to the point of collapse. They had lost interest in exploring the vine-covered spaces, at most, they would probe them with their swords.

When a companion took his place, he casually plonked himself down on the ground. As soon as his rear hit the ground, he felt something jabbing him. Looking down, he was astonished to find a grimy, hand bone.

The human swordsman nudged the hand bone into the bushes with his foot, muttering under his breath: “Unlucky as hell, damn it.”

For humanoid swordsmen like him, sights of bones and corpses were commonplace: they were numb to the horror.

What they were searching for now was an innocent human, a human sword saint, a horse, a bronze juvenile dragon, an angel reduced to bones, and a man in armor. If this hand bone was white, he would have taken a closer look at it.

“These woods are so dense; loads of people must’ve died in here before,” the swordsman said languidly.

One of his younger companions, possibly a first-rank swordsman, asked

perplexed: “Senior, how does people dying relate to the density of a forest?”

His question drew laughter from the others. After the laughter died, the swordsman idly replied: “When I was little, there was a year when our village suffered a famine. Many people starved to death. The survivors were too weak to bury the dead and so threw their bodies into the woods behind the village. The next year, the woods were so dense one couldn’t get through. Many wild fruits grew in the woods, sour and fragrant.”

Although the swordsman spoke in a light-hearted, almost joking tone, everyone fell silent on hearing his words. It seemed as though they had all seen such dense woods, right behind their villages.

For a while, everyone lost their desire to speak, and they got back to clearing the path, carving a small trail through the woods.

A group of swordsmen marched in single file along the path, casually thrusting their swords into the bushes and ground on either side. The path had been blazed turn by turn. Even though the woods were tremendously dense, they didn’t think anything could be hidden there.

Their group of swordsmen wasn’t the only one. Every dozen meters or so, there was another group, marching shoulder to shoulder in the woods, conducting a carpet-style search.

In the sky above, several sub-dragon riders shuttled back and forth along the search lines, looking down from a high vantage point. Higher in the sky, there were griffin knights and goblins’ floating airships.

Many mages flew into the sky, casting detection magic one after another.

Besides the occasional discovery of a corpse or a skeleton, they found nothing else.

The entire human world was in motion, not just the Western District, but also the Eastern Diocese. Every faction, regardless of their motives or attitude, had been forced or volunteered to join the search.

The forest outside the city where the assassins disappeared became a focal point. They had searched it dozens of times but found nothing.

The assassin party consisted of two humans, an angel, an armored man, a bronze juvenile dragon, and a horse. It was as if this array of beings had vanished. Despite the layers of surveillance and defenses, they couldn’t find the slightest clue.

If it wasn’t for the fact that living things couldn’t be stored in a spatial artifact, everyone would suspect that someone used such an artifact to whisk them away.

They probably wouldn’t expect that someone owns not just a spatial artifact, but an entire world.

Inside the Temple of Rest, Luther and Lightning stared wide-eyed in awe, looking as if they had never seen the world before. They gazed at the magnificent palace in the distance and the Death Flame atop the main temple, mumbling, “This… this is the Temple of Rest? The place where the king is sleeping?”

No one had time to respond to them. Ange, Negris’s form the Bronze Book, the little zombie and the angel skeleton, were chasing the aimlessly wandering skeletons everywhere.

“Why are there suddenly so many skeletons! Ange, what on earth did you do?” Negris roared.

The once cold and empty Temple of Rest now saw the presence of dozens of newborn skeletons, wandering all over the world. Their frames all originated from those angel bones. Ange planted a thousand of them into the ground, and the rest were all thrown back into the Temple of Rest.

Ange pointed at the sapling on the ground, the little sapling, was trying hard to ‘breathe– breathe– breathe–‘. When Ange put the scarecrow hat on it, he stuffed the small sapling in. It kept breathing in and out there.

With its actions, the entire Temple of Rest was swept up in the wind.

There was no wind inside the Temple of Rest, including the boundary of the farm. The farm boundary had sunlight, temperature, seasons, birds, but there was no wind. Ange could only pollinate crops through pollen magic.

Now, a wind suddenly blew here.

“What does it have to do with it? There were so many corpses in the past, but we didn’t see any skeletons born.” Negris said.

Since the king disappeared, the entire Temple of Rest was left with only one skeleton, Ange. The rest were all left with bones. No undead had been born in over a thousand years.

The bigger problem was that Angel s soul hadn’t grown stronger in these thousand-plus years. After he replaced his bones and became an Ashbone Skeleton, he didn’t make any progress. His spiritual power was extremely strong, but his soul was exceptionally condensed.

This led to his departure from the Temple of Rest. He blew the Resting Wind in the transfer station for half a year, and his soul strength made a great leap forward, rushing towards the Soul Heart. This was due to solid foundations. If we look at Ange’s situation as a whole, the main reason why the Temple of Rest could not extend the life of the undead was because the aura of death was exhausted. Without the death aura, how could a few breaths from a sapling cause hundreds of skeletons to crawl up?

Ange pointed to the faint breeze in the air and said, “Wind, has an aura.” He meant that there was a smell of death in the Resting Wind.

Upon Angel s comment, Negris couldn’t ignore it. He was the Bronze Book, not very sensitive to soul energy. It was only after careful sensing that he discovered that there was indeed a death aura in the breeze.

Negris suddenly recalled something and called out, “Liquid of Rest!”

It should be. Ange nodded. He had previously condensed a lot of Liquid of Rest using the Everlasting Spring Stone and transferred it to the Temple of Rest. As soon as the Liquid of Rest entered here, it would immediately disperse into the air until it reached saturation.

This was the main reason why the Liquid of Rest in the Temple of Rest ignited the Death Flame and released the Undead Godhood.

And today, with the little sapling continuously sucking in the air, it quickly gave birth to dozens of skeletons.

In the following days, more and more skeletons were born, quickly reaching over a hundred. With them wandering everywhere, the silent Temple of Rest had a rare touch of ‘life’.

The idle Ange caught one of them, invoked the Holy Light, and smeared it on its body. Soon, not only skeletons were wandering about, but also lively angels.

In this way, unknowingly, outside the main hall of the Temple of Rest, one of the four outlying buildings, a palace that looked like a purple skull, suddenly lit up with purple flames in the empty eye sockets.

Negris was the first to notice this unusual change.. He flew over to take a look and immediately called out, “Ange, come and take a look, is this Steadfast Locke’s skeleton?”