Chapter 583 Sir, This Wind of Rest

Chapter 583 Sir, this wind of rest...

This idea actually already existed in the Palace of Rest, but the scope of the Palace of Rest is too small, and you can see the end at a glance, and it is impossible to verify whether it will work. Now is the right time to try it.

To make this attempt, Ange only needs to put his mind into the Holy Fire of the Dead, and then focus his attention on one area and suck it hard.

Not far from the Temple of the Undead, on a piece of gray-black land, the gray and black slowly faded, revealing the gray-brown color of the soil itself, and the breath of death was greatly weakened.

A gray-white hand bone came out of the soil, pulling away the surface soil, and a gray skeleton turned over and sat up in a daze.

Its soul was full of confused emotions, holding up the soil on its body and watching it leak from its fingers...

The skeleton's brain capacity obviously couldn't figure out why this happened, so it had to get up and wander around, wandering to a piece of gray-black land, and dug a hole to bury itself again.

But not long after, it turned over and sat up again, looking at the gray-brown soil on its body, extremely confused.

The dead and silent Resting Plain became lively, and from time to time a skeleton zombie climbed up, stared blankly for a while, and then moved away while cursing.

Ang's thoughts continued to extend, constantly absorbing the land with a strong breath of death, and these energies flowed into the Undead Temple, the Holy Fire of the Dead, and finally into his Undead Godhead.

Sure enough, the Undead Temple is an amplifier, which can amplify and expand Ang's power, thereby improving the efficiency of all aspects, not only the efficiency of absorbing the breath of death, but also the range of divine skills, such as the quick death aura.

However, this kind of improvement requires a strong soul to support it, and the strength required may not be able to be borne by even the Lord of Mourning like Lockefeti, and only the Undead Godhead can drive it.

If the temple is used to expand the range of the quick death aura, then Ang's consumption will be huge, and even if he puts all his divine power into it, it will not last for a few minutes.

But what if the acceleration efficiency of the quick death aura is reduced? For example, shorten the six-month growth season to three months? Reduce the scope of action to a diameter of dozens of kilometers?

Ange patiently tried and adjusted, so the creatures within the scope of action felt that they were hungry very quickly. They were full at noon, but they were hungry again in less than three hours.

Fortunately, this attempt did not last too long. After comparing the specific data, Ange stopped.

At the same time, night fell.

In the world within the dead line, the night is always more lively than the day. The night wind is quiet, peaceful, and the breath of death is strong. Some undead creatures will crawl out during this time period and drink some southwest wind to strengthen their souls.

Ange's thoughts have never left the Holy Fire of the Dead. Naturally, he felt that the breath of death was gradually becoming stronger, and he didn't want to leave even more.

He extended his thoughts and curiously touched the breath in the night wind that made him feel very peaceful, just like when he first arrived at the plane of rest, hiding in the pit and reaching out to touch the wind of rest.

The breath of death after the death line is actually more intense than the Abyss of Rest, because the sunlight here is not as "fierce" as that in the main plane. This fierceness refers to the annihilation of the breath of death.

When Ange first came to this world, he found that the sunlight here was far less annoying than that in the main plane. The low-level gray skeleton dared to hang under the wooden sign at the entrance of the town in the middle of the day. If it were the main plane, the soul would have been dried by the sun long ago.

There is less annihilation during the day, and more accumulation at night. Day and night, creating a stronger breath of death in this world.

The feeling during the day is not very obvious, but at night, the wind blowing is cold.

Ange tried to guide these "cold" breaths into the holy fire of the dead, into the immortal god, and into his own soul.

After an unknown period of time, Ange suddenly sensed a strange phenomenon. If the breath of death in a certain area flows faster, it will be more concentrated.

How to describe this phenomenon? It's like there is a piece of ink in the pool. When the water in the pool is still, it will slowly spread around. If someone stirs the water in the pool and washes the ink, the direction of the water flow will be particularly black.

Anger looked at the direction, which was exactly the direction of the Eye of Death. Could it be that the 'ink ingot' is the Eye of Death?

Anger tried to guide the wind to blow the 'ink ingot'. Sure enough, the wind blowing through that area would contain a lot more death.

It's really fun. Anger didn't strengthen his soul, but directly guided the 'wind' to blow that area.

Because that area has exceeded the range of the Undead Temple, Anger can't directly guide the wind at that location. He can only guide the wind within the range, swing it over, blow out a little, swing it over again, blow out a little more, and so on.

As long as the wind is thrown faster, the more death will be blown out, and the more concentrated the control, the more concentrated it will be.

This was just a drop of water for Ang, who had a strong control. He was ready to try to stir up a tornado and suck out the dead breath in that position in one breath.

But before he could complete this feat, he felt someone pushing him, and while pushing him, he cursed loudly: "Dead skeleton, wake up, dead skeleton, wake up, Kubada, if you don't wake up, I will spit out your ambergris."

Ang slowly came back to his senses, and as soon as he came back to his senses, he felt something was wrong. Why was the wind around him so strong?

Everyone gathered around him, because only within a few dozen meters of him was it peaceful. Outside this range, there was a gray wind, a sharp wind, a whistling wind, and a wind of rest.

Wind of Rest? Ang tilted his head in confusion.

Seeing his innocent look, Nagris was furious, pointed his finger outside and asked: "Did you do it? Did you do it? What did you do? Why is there a wind of rest here? What did you do!"

There was no need to think about it. It must be this dead skeleton who did something, otherwise how could there be a wind of rest? There was no wind of rest in this plane, and no one had ever heard of it.

Ang spread his hands blankly.

As he woke up, the uncontrolled wind quickly weakened and soon disappeared.

However, although the wind stopped, the outside world was in a mess. No one here had ever seen the wind of rest, let alone the experience of dealing with it. At this moment, they were all blown to the left and right, and their faces were pale.

Anthony quickly checked a few and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the intensity of the Wind of Rest is not very high, and the duration is also very short. There is no wind stiffness, but it is just 'frozen'. It will be fine after a few days."

Immediately, he clapped his hands again, called the skeleton knights over, and whispered: "Although there are some mistakes, it is not a bad thing. Let's unify the caliber: The immortal god has come, and death is always with our Lord. Everyone has been swept by the power of God. This is the grace of our Lord. Feel the power of God quickly, which can strengthen your soul."

The skeleton knights now worship Anthony as a god, and obey his instructions. It works better than Kent's orders. If it weren't for the soul connection, these skeleton knights would have rebelled long ago.

Anyone with eyes can see the gap between Anthony and Kent. One is a commander who controls the whole scene, and the other is an old rookie who is at a loss when encountering an accident. They are not at the same level at all.

Even this kind of unexpected accident can be used to turn things in his favor. Oh my God, if the Undead Temple was run by such a person from the beginning, would the Skeleton Knights need to extort the poor merchants for that little bit of money?

The Skeleton Knights rushed to all directions to spread the power of the Undead God. Anthony then turned to Ange and asked carefully: "My lord, this wind of rest, did you summon it? Or did you create it?"

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