Chapter 59: Instructions for the World

Creating two high-level undead now is not a good option.

Not only are the materials expensive, the key issue is also a matter of time.

Many humans have some misunderstandings about the undead. They think that if they cast a spell to revive the skeleton and directly pull up a skeleton from a corpse, it would be a real undead.

In fact, the skeleton soldiers created by this spell can only last for one day at most. They cannot be considered undead at all, but only temporary puppets.

All actions are controlled by the caster, and even the soul is incomplete.

It would take a lot of effort to create a true undead that could exist for a long time, have its own self, and be a high-level undead that retained most of its normal thinking.

First, start to detect whether the souls of the two people still exist.

Hastings Anberxiu was not worried. This thief who robbed other thieves probably had no faith, and his soul would stay in his body for a long time after his death, suffering torture.

The trouble is with that half-elf ranger. Most elves believe in the elven gods, and those gods place great value on the souls of the elves. Basically, when they die, they fly directly to the elven kingdom and rarely stay.

If we try to intercept the soul of an elf, it will easily anger the vengeful elf gods, which is not worth the loss.

But after Amber checked, he found that Hares' soul was also there.

"Those stingy people who don't believe in the elven pantheon? Not bad, not bad, it saves a lot of trouble."

A low spell rang out in the gloomy laboratory, like the mumbling of an ancient shadow in the abyss. The temperature in the laboratory suddenly dropped, and white frost covered the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A ball of pale blue light floated out from the half-elf's body, as if struggling to leave, but was frozen by the ubiquitous cold and could only float stiffly in the air.

Amberxiu drew countless magical rays with his hands, weaving them into dreamy patterns that were imprinted into the soul.

After completing this complicated ritual, Amber said to the soul fire: "Now, you should be able to speak. Hareth, can you hear my voice?"

The soul fire trembled and made a faint sound.

"pain……"

"It's just the phantom pain caused by your soul losing its body and making you think your limbs have been cut off. You won't feel any pain anymore. Keep thinking and focus on the things that you remember most deeply. This will help you to gather your will."

The soul fire trembled and made intermittent sounds again, but it was much clearer than before.

"Mom...Mom...Don't die...Mom..."

Amber Xiu was not surprised. Every adventurer's experience could be written into a few literary stories, but only when they became heroes would these literary stories be qualified to be compiled into poems and circulated.

Hares' soul called for his mother for a long time before regaining some sanity.

"I...what's wrong with me...it's so dark...so cold...where is this place?"

Amber replied: "Darkness and cold are illusions, just like pain. The soul observes the world differently, and you need time to slowly adapt. I have temporarily blocked your ability to perceive the outside world, otherwise your soul will collapse without being able to bear it."

Without eyes, nose and ears, the soul perceives the world more like reading a huge and detailed explanatory text to the point of being terrifying.

When Amberxiu drank in the tavern before, he couldn't taste the sour taste of the wine, but his soul had already marked a series of key words on the wine glass, such as "diluted with water", "acidity", and "disgusting".

Imagine taking out a gold coin, and suddenly hundreds of thousands of words of description suddenly appear on the outline of the coin alone. This amount of information can burst a weak soul.

A poetic ghost once wrote: "The world opened everything to me, but I cowardly closed my eyes."

The dead spend their lives reducing their perception of the world so that their souls can reduce their burden, for example, by shielding some unimportant information so as not to miss out on more important parts.

This is just a problem that needs to be considered in the early stages of adaptation. Next, we need to practice how to use the power of the soul to drive the undead body.

It is said that the soul controls the body, and the body conversely affects the soul.

Why do ghosts look similar to their appearance in life? That's because the soul is constantly adapting to the changes in the body.

This is also the reason why the undead are mainly in human form, it is naturally much easier for their original bodies to adapt.

Only Amberxiu, who has mastered the technology of virtual souls, can modify the appearance of the undead at will, because he can directly create virtual souls of corresponding forms, greatly reducing the time it takes for the soul to merge with the body.

Amberxiu has not yet created a suitable undead body for Hares, so his soul is temporarily sealed up. He can only communicate with language and has no other way to sense the outside world. Otherwise, he will have to scream wildly for several months before he can slowly adapt.

After Hareth calmed down a little, Amber continued to ask: "Did those holy warriors let you sneak into the castle?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Hares' soul trembled again, and he said in a terrified tone: "It's you, Master Ultraman! I remember, the headless knight was your puppet, and it was you who killed us!"

If the Headless Brother was created by Amber, he would have directly created a legion and then destroyed the Ryan Empire and hung that old guy James Watson on the stake.

"Answer my question, Hareth. Did those holy warriors instruct you to come to my castle?"

Hares responded: "Yes, my brother and I only wanted to cheat them out of some money, but they forced us to sneak into the castle. We originally just wanted to take a look around here and leave."

Hares' tone was full of regret. He just took a risk and ended up dying.

Amberxiu carefully inquired about the information about those holy knights, but the gains were not great. The two brothers had little contact with the holy knight named Fanxing. They only knew that he was a black knight who fulfilled the oath of revenge.

"Black Knight, this is a bit troublesome. This kind of paladin has no moral standards."

Amber was mumbling to himself, and Hares took the opportunity to beg for mercy, saying, "Master Ultraman, it is our fault, but please have mercy and let my brother go. I can serve you, no matter if you turn me into a skeleton or a zombie, but please let Hasting go."

Amber Xiu asked curiously, "You two brothers have a pretty good relationship, but how can you be brothers with a half-elf like him, a pure human? Are you half-siblings or half-fathers?"

"Our father was a slave trader. Hastings' mother was a human slave, and my mother was an elf slave... Anyway, we killed him in the end and escaped."

It was another tragic story, but Amber was not interested in asking further questions.

He was thinking about the value of the brothers. The black knight named Fanxing was too cautious. Why couldn't he just rush over like that fool Allen, shouting "Holy Light"? He had to give this paladin some stimulation and not let him continue to plan calmly.

Amber thought about it and came up with a rough idea, then said to the soul of Hareth: "By the way, I see you are pretty good at playing with your pet, why don't you reincarnate as a lich and try?"

(End of this chapter)