Chapter 303: Creating a True Artifact and a Fake Artifact
Wei Huan didn't notice anything wrong, but used his undead hands to wrap around the soul of the bird ghost. As his spiritual power was injected into his hands, more fingers continued to grow from his palms, endlessly. Like a giant python, he wanted to cover the bird ghost bit by bit and swallow it into his stomach.
“Violence!!”
Wei Huan's actions made the bird ghost, which was obviously unconscious but still had instincts, feel the crisis.
It let out a shrill cry and struggled with its wings.
“Hmm!”
The bird ghost's action broke the undead's hand, and Wei Huan felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had suffered rebound damage after the spell he had cast was destroyed.
This feeling was something he had never felt before when he challenged the world.
The backlash of the failed spell was so real that he felt for a moment that his bone marrow had been sucked out, and then something hit his brain hard, causing a dull pain.
Wei Huan was sure that forcing it would not work. His undead hand could not directly restrain the bird ghost and there was no way to pull it directly into the tomb.
As he thought this, the hands retreated one by one and drilled into the hands behind them, until they turned into tentacles floating in the void and stopped completely.
Wei Huan continued to look up at the bird ghost, and at the same time summoned the Lord of the Demon Eye to fly high in the sky and look down from above.
Throughout, Wei Huan found himself deeply concerned about the missing chain. Where had it originally bound the three-headed bird? With each of its three heads and six wings chained, what else remained? The body? Or the legs? Wei Huan stared at those two spots for a moment, then finally shifted his gaze to the long, feathered tail.
These three birds also have three long feathers like Sister Crow. Because of their large size, these feathers can cover the sky and the sun when waved, and are extremely thick and long.
Wei Huan stared at it like this for a long time, and then one tentacle split into three and suddenly wrapped around the long feather.
The bird ghost, who was struggling and roaring just now, seemed to have been attacked in a weak spot. After being stiff for a second, his struggle became more frantic.
But this time it was different, Wei Huan did not take back the Soul Hand.
This was because when the other party struggled violently, he felt not only the strength, but also the netherworld power that surged into the tentacles.
This power was thick and sweet, like a mouthful of strong liquor poured into Wei Huanshutai's throat, which made his pores open and made him feel slightly tipsy.
Wei Huan called up the attribute panel to check, but all the numbers on the panel did not change. However, Wei Huan knew that his strength must have changed. The feeling of fullness of the Netherworld Power was very obvious. Even if there was no increase in attributes, he should replenish the Netherworld Power he had consumed.
Just because the panel didn't change, did that mean he himself hadn't changed? Wei Huan didn't believe it! He knew his own body well, so he must have improved in some way!
Wei Huan already has a different understanding of the world he is challenging and the world he lives in, so he naturally knows that he cannot rely on the system for everything. His instinct tells him that this kind of absorption is a good thing, so there is no reason to stop.
The hands of the undead were like an infatuated lover, clinging to the feathers of the bird ghost. Even if they were torn and broken, more tentacles would entangle them in the next second.
Before they knew it, the three long tails of the bird ghost were all entangled, layer upon layer, and wrapped tightly in circles.
During this struggle, Wei Huan was also madly absorbing the opponent's netherworld power. The feeling of fullness made his cheeks flush, and he really looked like he was drunk.
When Mu Zhong came back, he saw Wei Huan standing alone in the valley, and he was not in Dianma's protective shield.
After watching nervously for a while, Mu Zhong slowly relaxed.
Although he couldn't see the bird ghost, he could sense its extremely uncomfortable netherworld power. Even within the protective shield, he'd felt it clearly, making his hair stand on end. But now that he was still standing in his original position, the feeling had faded somewhat, indicating that Wei Huan was dealing with the bird ghost, and with considerable success.
Mu Zhong did not disturb Wei Huan. He returned to Diamma's back shell with the supplies he could find at the moment. While making the supplies needed for survival, he took over the task of taking care of Dou Lin.
The water collector is the first item that must be made. They all need water, especially Dou Lin.
There is also a treatment chamber. Although shamans have the ability to heal, it is still far inferior to that of praying people. After Mu Zhong confirmed that Dou Lin's coma was not related to his physical injuries, he decided not to use too much of his spiritual power in such an unclear environment. He just needed to create a treatment chamber for Dou Lin to stay in, and he could slowly recover.
Other things that need to be done include automatic excavators, resource scanners, unmanned cameras, etc. Only after the security and search tools are made can he go and find items to build the space warehouse.
Wei Huan has his own things to do, and he also has his own things to do.
It was a while after Mu Zhong came back that Wei Huan noticed him, but now was not the time to talk. After confirming that he was fine, Wei Huan turned his attention back to the bird ghost.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this bird ghost is obviously smaller. It must be because it has absorbed too much Netherworld power.
But the bird ghost had too much netherworld power, and Wei Huan could feel that he was approaching saturation.
Cultivation is a matter of taking one step at a time. Wei Huan would not feel regretful even if he stopped because of the strength brought by directly absorbing energy.
But it can’t be wasted, right?
Wei Huan was determined to get the magic disk, but Mu Zhong's space warehouse could not collect living things, nor could it collect this spirit. Therefore, if the problem of the bird ghost was not completely solved before then, either the bird ghost would disappear or the magic disk could not be collected. In any case, either of these was a situation that Wei Huan did not want to happen.
While thinking about the solution, I didn't stop absorbing the information, and before I knew it, I finally reached saturation.
It’s like when you’re full and a strong feeling of fullness comes over you, telling you that you can’t swallow another drop.
Just when Wei Huan was about to stop, he had a thought and raised his other palm. A black smoke surrounded his palm and gradually condensed into a stone.
This is……
Wei Huan thought of something, his eyes brightened, and he suddenly understood.
I see! !
For a very long time afterwards, Wei Huan kept using one hand to cast the Hand of the Undead while the other hand condensed black mist.
During this period, Mu Zhong went out twice, and there were more and more things on Dian Ma's back shell. In the end, Mu Zhong actually rubbed a floating car for himself.
On the fourth day, the door of the treatment chamber opened, and Dou Lin crawled out with limp hands and feet, mumbling with a look of grievance, "A new world? Why me again?"
Dou Lin, who was accidentally caught in a whirlpool a year ago and was taken to the dark beast plane for adventure, had no expectations of leaving the chariot to adventure. When he found out that he was involved in such an adventure again, he was in tears and felt extremely wronged.
However, after being sad for a while, the child immediately took over the cooking task and curiously asked Wei Huan what he was doing.
Mu Zhong didn't know that Wei Huan had been standing there for three days, maintaining the same posture without moving.
He did not get close for fear of disturbing Wei Huan. Just by looking at the state of these undead, he knew that Wei Huan was in good condition. Especially every time he left, there were undead following him, taking care of him very carefully and safely. Mu Zhong knew that Wei Huan had to do something that made him stay where he was and unable to move for the time being.
On the fourth day, Wei Huan already had five black stones in his hand. One of them was particularly large, teardrop-shaped, half the size of his hand. It floated in his palm, guarded by four other small teardrop-shaped black stones. The extreme black color exuded a biting coldness, and a rich netherworld power lingered around it, as if it could swallow up the light.
However, this was obviously not the ultimate that Wei Huan wanted. His undead hand did not stop absorbing the bird ghost's netherworld power. In the past few days, the undead hand devoured the bird ghost and had already covered half of it from the tail. The size of the bird ghost was also reduced by one third. The spirit's roar could originally occupy almost the entire valley, but now it could no longer reach the edge.
Apart from being a bit tiring, this method is obviously correct.
Wei Huan looked at the five stones in his palm and felt very satisfied. He didn't expect that he would receive such a great gift as soon as he came into this world.
This thing can only be obtained from the God-level treasure chest in Challenge World!
Wei Huan, who was feeling satisfied with his harvest, suddenly felt a sense of alarm and looked to the left.
At the same time, the Demon Eye Lord on that side flew high into the sky, with green flames burning in his eyes.
Wei Huan saw through that eye a group of more than a hundred white Pegasus galloping from the horizon.
Wei Huan didn't know the composition of this world, nor did he know what the power divisions were. He only knew that he was an invader, and in the eyes of the natives, he could only be an invader.
There is no need to talk about different ethnic groups living in harmony. This naive idea should be abandoned from the beginning.
They can only be enemies.
Not to mention, those Pegasus exuded a scent that he didn't like.
It is obviously a force of light that restrains darkness.
"Unicorns?" Wei Huan looked at the wings of the white horses, then at the two upward-curving horns on their foreheads. No, not unicorns, but bicorns? Then he saw that one of the most powerful Pegasus had three horns on its head.
"Forget it." Wei Huan didn't bother to care whether it was a unicorn or a triceratops. In short, the other party came with great momentum and its attributes were incompatible with his own, so it was definitely an enemy.
If it is an enemy, we must fight!
The undead army in that direction suddenly flew up and turned into a black chasm, blocking the way of the Pegasus.
The Pegasus raised their hooves and paused.
The two sides fought silently for only ten seconds, and Tianma was indeed as hostile as Wei Huan had predicted.
The triangular Pegasus neighed, and then all the Pegasus rushed towards Wei Huan's undead army.
“Hi Lu Lu!!”
“Roar!!”
One white and one black, light and darkness, two completely different camps, collided with each other, starting a devastating war!
Three minutes later, the triangular Pegasus was injured and wanted to escape, but before it could run a hundred meters, it was hit by a black beam of light from the Lord of the Demon Eye. It screamed miserably and fell to the ground.
On the battlefield where it fled, hundreds of Pegasus were torn to pieces, and the ground was stained with blood.
The dying look of the triangular Pegasus was filled with fear, anger, and even malice, but Wei Huan didn't care. After making sure the outcome of the battle was decided, he shifted his attention back and continued to battle wits and courage with the bird ghost in front of him.
After fighting with two groups of indigenous people, Wei Huan had a general understanding of the combat effectiveness of the monsters in this world.
It's very general, he can handle almost any of them.
In comparison, this bird ghost was so powerful that he could hardly handle it. If it was so powerful even after death, how powerful would it be when it was alive?
Wei Huan now understood why its spirit was bound by the magic disk. It was an existence far beyond the world level. If it was not a leader with awe-inspiring prestige, it must be a big devil.
It seems that this guy must have fallen here and was sealed here. Who knows how many years it has been? It’s a good thing for Wei Huan.
"Wei Huan..."
Mu Zhong noticed the movement in the distance, and came to Wei Huan with some concern.
Wei Huan's position meant that if he took a step back, he would be in a protective shield. Mu Zhong was inside the shield at the moment, allowing him to easily reach the core of the valley, seemingly clinging to Wei Huan.
When Wei Huan heard the voices, he responded, "They are just a group of natives. Don't worry, they are fine."
"Well, how many days...will you need like this?" Mu Zhong felt a little distressed. They, the challengers, were not gods who could eat wind and drink dew. Instead, they needed enough rest and a lot of food to ensure their body's consumption. But Wei Huan had been standing here for the past few days. Although he would not be exhausted or starved to death, doing so would consume a lot of energy and cause considerable damage to his body.
"It's almost there." Just like Mu Zhong liked the tedious management and interpersonal relationships, and regarded them as the pleasure of realizing his value, Wei Huan did not want to stop even though he was tired. The feeling of watching himself getting stronger made him happy.
"What are you doing?" Mu Zhong looked at the black stone in Wei Huan's hand again.
"Artifact." After a pause, Wei Huan said, "A fake artifact."
"What!?" Mu Zhong was really shocked.
Wei Huan said: "Equipment with the prefix 'True' can almost reach the level of Pseudo-God."
"I can't tell, and Ironheart can't tell either. How can you be sure it's real?"
“Just because it’s a real world.”
Mu Zhong spoke anxiously, "I know you're doubting that our world is fake, but we're here and have the ability to survive in this world. We're not fake."
Wei Huan spoke calmly and soothingly, "Yes, we are not. We were simply captured by the Challenge Universe. But if a seabird enters the water, it might drown, or it might become incredibly powerful. We cannot be bound by the rules of the world. We must be that seabird."
Mu Zhong's expression calmed down and he nodded. "Indeed, the Book of Death has significantly improved you. It's clearly not equipment for challenging the world, so there is a 'truth'. You are trying to create 'truth', and I will support you."
"Yeah." Wei Huan's lips curled slightly, he knew Mu Zhong would understand.
Wei Huan is creating "truth", but it does not mean that they are "fake". This is a valuable attempt, and Wei Huan has to do it.
The two were caught up in speculation about what was true and what was false, and no one cared about the more than one hundred Pegasus that had died.
Wei Huan has already proved with his battle record that his strength is also top-notch in this world, so he doesn't need to care about those who are weaker than him, because there will always be stronger ones ahead. It is better to focus on the ground and work hard to improve himself. Then no matter who comes, all problems can be solved.
Wei Huan stood like this for another day and finally reached his limit.
Feeling that the power of the underworld he could take away was getting less and less, Wei Huan simply retracted his hand that had been raised for many days. At the same time, the hand wrapped around the bird ghost slowly faded away and disappeared into the other dimension.
Wei Huan took a step back and returned to Dian Ma's protective shield before looking at the changes in front of him.
The ghost bird was half its size, and looked listless as if it had been drained of energy. Its spirit body also changed from pitch black to gray mist, and its remaining energy was less than half.
The red chain was still locked on the bird ghost, but it was obvious that the seal had loosened. If Wei Huan forcibly removed it now, he might be able to open the seal and capture the bird ghost.
Of course, during these days of suffering, what made Wei Huan most satisfied were the five black stones in his hand.
Wei Huan spread out his palm, revealing five water-drop stones in his palm. They were pitch black in color and full of the power of the underworld, not inferior to the Book of Death at all.
In fact, it would be better if they could merge into one, but it was Wei Huan's first time to gather the Netherworld in this way, so he was inevitably unfamiliar with it, which led to several interruptions in the middle and he had to condense it again.
However, although the power of these five Netherworld Stones was dispersed, they came from the same source and echoed each other, so it was not a complete failure.
"What are you going to do with this stone?" After discovering that Wei Huan finally moved, Mu Zhong rushed over immediately. While supporting him from behind, he looked at the stone in his hand and asked.
Wei Huan said, "I can make protective gear or jewelry and inlay it, or just hold it in my hand and use the power of the underworld on me to enhance it. Especially this big stone, it should be able to increase my control over the dark."
Mu Zhong said, "Let me try. The driver is just a science student. Without considering the style, I should be able to put these things on your equipment."
"No rush."
"It's urgent." Mu Zhong said, "The situation here is unclear. Even if it seems good now, don't forget that since there are ghosts like the bird ghost, there must be living monsters that are no less powerful than it. Improving yourself is urgent."
Wei Huan thought about it and nodded.
Mu Zhong then said, "And since you can refine a true weapon, I should be able to do it too. We must improve here and then find a way to return."
Speaking of going back, although Wei Huan has been standing there for the past few days, he has also thought about how to go back.
They were now like three people thrown off the track, and getting back on the train wasn't easy. The most likely solution was for the government to send people to search along their path. With enough trips back and forth, they could finally establish their coordinates.
When they left, Xu Qingqiang and the others all knew where they were going, and the explorer who came with them might not have been in trouble. After all, the white light traced back to him along his soul, and he hugged Mu Zhong and Dou Lin one after another, which led to them being involved and pulled into this world together.
In short, it is a foregone conclusion that the pioneering army will send people here, and it is also possible that the army will set out and chariots will advance into this world.
Wei Huan was not too anxious. He was generally safe in this world and had made huge gains. Xu Qingqiang and others in the sixth-level world were already able to stand on their own, and there were no expeditionary missions for the time being. It would be nice to travel around this world in his spare time.
If he didn't know where the way back was, he would even plan to open up this world first.
The "real world" brings huge improvements to challengers. Imagine the pioneering army, where everyone has at least one "real weapon" in their hands, which is equivalent to everyone holding a pseudo-artifact. By then, when they reach the real seventh-level world, won't they be able to crush everyone all the way, and even dare to break into the eighth-level world?
"Since we're here, we should make the best of it. First, take advantage of the immediate benefits to improve yourself." Wei Huan said this as he handed the stones to Mu Zhong. "If it doesn't work, let me keep them for now. The power of the netherworld is cold and chilling, invading your bones. It's not suitable for you to hold on to for a long time."
Mu nodded: "I will pay attention to it. Give me the spiritual power ring first, and I will see if I can change it into a ring before we talk about other things."
"good."
Wei Huan and Mu Zhong walked back, and Dou Lin stood on tiptoe beside Dian Ma's back shell and looked over here. Seeing Wei Huan finally coming back, he waved from a distance.
Wei Huan's fatigue dissipated a lot because of the tenderness and enthusiasm of the two people. He also knew that their safety in this world depended on him alone, and he had to keep himself in good condition at all times to deal with various emergencies.
"By the way, how's Ironheart doing these days?"
"We're still collecting data. This time, I can confirm that it's not a restricted cover-up. It's truly unknown to this world. The space warehouse materials I most want to create are nowhere to be found. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while to get the magic disk."
Wei Huan nodded. If they couldn't find the materials, they couldn't make it. There was nothing they could do about it. After coming to this world, although they could still enter the professional temple to practice, their portable space was gone, and the equipment on their bodies became much more fragile. They couldn't even defend against impacts, causing Wei Huan to suffer serious injuries.
Does this also mean that the two worlds have different materials and rules, so the magic weapons have become much weaker. But the professional temple is deep in the soul, and it is more inclined to use a training program implanted in the brain before it is brought out?
Therefore, if you want to have equally powerful equipment and weapons that can be used in both worlds, you must have "real weapons".
Only the "real instrument" is the real energy composition and is a crystallization of energy convergence.
The power of the five elements, light and darkness, sacredness and death, no matter which world it is, they are the foundation of the world. Even if the world may have changed over billions of years, the foundation will never change.
Therefore, if one could control a more real power of death that reaches the root, could one become a god?
Just like the source code and root data on the Internet, whoever can control it will be the god of the Internet.
When Wei Huan thought of this, his heart was beating fast.
The Occupational Temple would inform the challenger of the entire sequence's promotion pattern on the first day of their awakening. Therefore, Wei Huan knew from the beginning that the end of the Gravekeeper sequence was "Death God."
It's just that the message conveyed by the word "Death" is too vague. A killer who kills people can be called the God of Death, a necromancer who controls millions of undead can also be called the God of Death, and the sleeper as majestic as the universe that he saw during his enlightenment when he was deep in the underworld can also be called the God of Death.
So what exactly is the Grim Reaper? And what does the Grim Reaper at the end of this sequence look like?
The vague future makes people feel like they are in a dream. They have walked to the present in a daze, but their understanding of the word "death" is still uncertain.
But at this moment, he suddenly understood what "Death" meant.
As long as he can seize the foundation of the power of death, he will be the god of death.
The more he controls, the more powerful the god of death he becomes!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
