At the border of the Necromancer Empire, a skeleton inside a coffin turned to dust.
The Lord of the Dead, still shaken, appeared among them.
How can there be such a violent person?
He was diligently studying the art of imitation at home when some hothead suddenly appeared, starting to beat, smash, and go berserk.
If he hadn't been careful and hadn't cultivated a substitution law, he would have died instantly.
A lower-level god this powerful must definitely have a divine position!
The other party actually hid themselves; they are incredibly cunning!
The Lord of the Dead was heartbroken beyond measure. Had he known earlier that the other party held a divine position, he would never have sent seven high-ranking divine subordinates up there.
"I will be back!"
He pushed open the coffin lid, glared hatefully at the center of the Necropolis, and flew off in another direction without looking back.
Three hours later, they arrived at a grassland thousands of miles away.
"The strongest one is just a lower-level god. Perfect, it's good to add some subordinates."
The Lord of the Undead scanned the area with his divine sense, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to fly down.
A pebble came flying without warning.
The protective divine power seemed to be just for show; the pebble easily pierced through the defenses and struck right between the eyebrows.
The Lord of the Dead shuddered violently, his pupils dilated, and he fell lifeless, collapsing to the ground.
Below.
A cowherd excitedly ran over with a slingshot.
"What? It's a monster? Wait, there's a note stuck on it?"
The cowherd curiously took the note off the head of the Lord of the Dead.
"Friendly reminder: please take this deity to Holy Spirit City to claim your reward—the Grim Reaper."
"Gods?!"
The cowherd's eyes lit up, and he turned around and shouted loudly:
"Mom and Dad, come quick! I shot down a god with my slingshot!"
...
Just as Jiang Yan was destroying houses everywhere in the Necromancer Empire, and Death was chasing after him to clean up the mess.
The area where Holy Spirit City is located, however, is filled with joy and celebration.
Today is the last day of the first year of the Holy Light era.
It was also the first year of the great and holy Lord of Light's descent, which obviously had extraordinary significance.
The entire Northland region has already been on holiday and can rest for a full two weeks.
During this period, undead can temporarily take over the work, so there's no need to worry about any trouble.
But at this moment, in the Traveler's City, a magnificent auction house was packed to capacity.
It was crowded with wealthy merchants, nobles, and even deities from various principalities.
A well-dressed host pointed at two wooden figures above and enthusiastically introduced them.
"These are high-grade puppets created by Master Tal of the Flame Empire. They possess extremely high intelligence and can help you solve most of the trivial matters in life. They are highly sought after in the upper class of the Flame Empire and are a symbol of status..."
Meanwhile, in the independent space above.
An elderly man dressed in fine clothes leisurely sipped his tea.
Behind him, two disciples surveyed the guests below with superior eyes: "Master, how many soul crystals do you think these two puppets will fetch this year?"
"At least 5,000 soul crystals, right? People from these small places haven't seen much of the world. Last year, they even sold a worthless, low-grade puppet here for 1,000 soul crystals."
The old man said calmly.
“Master, I have an idea. How about my senior brother and I sneak down there later and raise the price a bit? We have multiple bidding devices anyway,” one disciple suggested.
The old man glanced at it, said nothing, and took another sip of tea.
The two disciples were delighted and knowingly slipped out through the back door.
At this point, the host's introduction was coming to an end, and he said nervously:
"The auction will now officially begin, with a starting bid of only 200 Soul Crystals!"
"1000 Soul Crystals!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a man with his face covered pressed the magic auction button.
The host immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice became lighter: "Bidder 081 has offered 1000 Soul Crystals. Is there anyone bidding higher?"
The anticipated fierce competition did not materialize.
Instead, a group of people looked at the masked man with strange eyes.
"This person probably isn't a local, is he?"
"Definitely not. This piece of junk can sell for 200 soul crystals? I'll adopt a spirit that can do housework, help with chores, and act as a bodyguard, and it only costs 5 soul crystals!"
"Yes, but you have to make sure you're looking for someone with a Holy Light Church re-employment permit. If something goes wrong, they can resurrect you for free. Like last time, someone bought a wild undead on the black market because it was cheap, and when they released it, it killed its owner."
"Hey host, can you hurry up? Everyone's here for that thing. There are undead to claim. Who wants some broken puppet?"
Seeing this, the host didn't delay any longer. Since selling the goods wouldn't affect his year-end performance review, he quickly said:
"1000 Soul Crystals once, twice, three times, sold!"
"Congratulations to No. 081 for acquiring this treasure from the Flame Empire!"
Looking at the two puppets delivered to him, Master Tal's disciple paid the money in a daze.
He was somewhat dazed as he recalled what had just happened.
What's going on?
The dead? Claiming them? Still able to do housework? And a re-employment permit?
Are these words put together for real?
As a citizen of the dignified Fire Flame Empire, I haven't been here for a year, and I feel like the country bumpkin.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the auction room suddenly became lively.
The disciple couldn't help but look on curiously, wondering what could possibly attract such great enthusiasm.
On the stage, a pillar slowly rose, and a book was prominently displayed on it.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
The host, beaming, announced, "Today's grand finale is a rare edition of the Holy Light Church's sacred texts!"
"To put everyone's mind at ease, let's first conduct a verification."
He tore open a scroll produced by the Church of Holy Light, and a beam of light fell on the holy book.
Several large golden characters then appeared: "Holy Light Church First Edition Magic Replica, Version No. 017".
"It's genuine!"
"It is said that these items, which are associated with the Holy Light, can be exchanged for a permit to attend tonight's party in Holy Spirit City!"
"It's mine, don't try to take it!"
Seeing the excited crowd, the host smiled and said, "According to the rules, now we invite its owner, Mr. Mair from the Omnipotent Gang, to tell us about the origin of the prop."
Amidst enthusiastic applause.
A short man with a ruddy complexion walked onto the stage. He never expected that he, a nobody, would one day be able to show his face in front of so many important people.
To avoid stage fright, he had someone cast courage and excitement spells on him backstage.
He cleared his throat and got into character.
"My lords, I am Mair from the Omnipotent Gang."
"Ten months ago, as usual, I was giving free directions to strangers outside the city of travelers when I encountered a peculiar person."
"He was tall, handsome, polite, and very approachable. I could tell at a glance that he was no ordinary person!"
"Immediately, I gave him my precious entry permit for the city for free. Before he left, he praised my noble character as being in line with the faith of the Holy Light, and then gave me this holy book!"
"Later, I learned that he was the chief priest of the North Erland region of the Holy Light Church."
"Thank you for your description. Please return to your seat in the VIP area now."
The host smiled and turned to face everyone, saying, "We have verified this matter with the Holy Light Church, and it is confirmed to be true. You can rest assured about the auction."
"Now, the first replica of the Holy Scripture No. 017 is officially up for auction, with a starting price of 10,000 Soul Crystals."
Thirty thousand!
"fifty thousand!"
Just as everyone was frantically scrambling for it.
Meyer returned to a secluded space.
One of the men inside greeted us with a big smile: "Well done! I estimate this thing can sell for at least 200,000 Soul Crystals, enough for us to replace our entire set of enchanted equipment. Once we defeat the Azure Dragon Society, I'll appoint you as the vice leader of the Omnipotent Gang!"
Mair's expression brightened, and he was about to express his gratitude.
A golden light flashed, and two bald men in white robes appeared in the same spot.
One of them said calmly, "Mair, you have blasphemed the Holy Scriptures and violated 11 articles of the Holy Light Codex."
"The leader of the Omnipotent Gang instigated his subordinates to desecrate the sacred texts, violating a total of 17 articles of the Holy Light Codex."
"I find you guilty."
Shackles and chains formed from holy light descended from the sky.
Before they could react, they were dragged into the Holy Light Tribunal.
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