"We have limited time, so we should hurry up and collect the materials, and put all the alchemy materials needed for the learning in order for half a year, and the price of opening a plane mezzanine is still too expensive."

On the undead plane, a newly opened plane path closed after several members of the Heavenly Machinery City's society walked out, and the mage led by him instructed his companions.

"The mineral deposits near this fixed exit have been almost mined by the people of the undead plane in recent years, and we have to go further afield."

One of the knights took out the alchemy instrument in his hand and swept it down the surrounding ground, making sure that there was nothing they needed in the nearby underground.

"Then you take these mining puppets out, remember to pay attention to the movements of the surrounding undead, don't let a large number of undead come around, without me loading these alchemy machines, their speed is too slow, if these things are destroyed, our trip will be in vain."

The mage opened the magic guide warehouse issued by the society, and released more than a dozen metal squares in it, and after the blocks came out, they quickly deformed, turning from a folded state to a normal posture, and more than a dozen mining and alchemy machines with left-handed drills and right-hand iron tongs appeared around.

These alchemy machines are the main force of this group of people mining, and simple alchemy machinery will not be suppressed by the plane, and the efficiency of the knight mages in the team, including wizards, in mining on the undead plane is not as high as these alchemy machines that are not strong in combat.

"Okay, then let's take these mining machines to the surrounding area to collect ordinary materials around, and then come to us after you get used to the plane suppression of the undead plane here."

The knight who answered the call before nodded, and left the alchemy machines with the rest of the Society, leaving the mage in the lead to adjust to the dimensional suppression in the safe area near the exit of the plane mecca.

The mage set up a simple barrier around him, then closed his eyes and began to meditate on absorbing the magic of the undead plane, so that absorbing the things of the plane could reduce the intensity of the plane's suppression.

His strength is not enough, and he will have to adapt to it before he can use advanced prospecting techniques to find out where the ore they need is.

During his meditation, he was able to set up an enchantment to wake him up when there was any movement around him, and although the area near the plane meadow was a safe area that had been cleaned several times, the most basic vigilance could not be let go.

The gray and slightly physical magic was incorporated into the body of the meditating mage, so that a gray mist appeared around the mage covered by an enchantment, and the undead magic was harmful to the body, and after returning to it, he had to rely on medicine to remove the side effects.

Unconsciously, there seemed to be a little black in the gray mist around the mage's body, but he himself did not notice it, but continued to absorb the unique magic of this heaven and earth, allowing the undead plane to gradually accept him.

"Click......

The mage's foot on the ground sat cross-legged and twitched unnaturally, scraping the ground with a soft sound, and a stream of red and black blood flowed down from his nose, staining the mage robe on his chest with a large red patch.

His brows furrowed, his body twitched at high frequency, the mage's expression became painful, and his breathing, which had been steady and rhythmic in meditation, began to be chaotic, but his face still uncontrollably appeared blue and purple when he inhaled heavily.

The blood was no longer satisfied with flowing out of the nostrils, the eyes, ears, and mouth were constantly flowing black blood, and after half a minute, the convulsions gradually subsided, and the mage's face became extremely pale, but his expression was no longer painful.

"Shhhh......h

Opening his mouth, a black mist floated out of the mage's mouth and disappeared into the air, faintly audible cries of despair and pain.

When the closed eyes opened, he could still see the dried blood scabs on the sockets, and his eyes were completely different from those of the previous mages, with a hint of contempt in his coldness.

"The weak body, but it's enough, that giant dragon is in the Sky Machinery City, so you can't do it casually, you have to find a way to drag the other party to the undead plane or independent space, otherwise you will be locked by the Alchemy Machinery Legion, and it will be troublesome."

Snapping the fingers of the mage's body that he was occupying at the moment, he made a crackling sound, and he didn't control his strength, and directly broke off the index finger of the body that was much more fragile than the dragon lich's body, and Varmar muttered to himself.

"My lord has already wasted too much time chasing that silver dragon, and he can't afford to spend my lord's time anymore because of the matter of clearing the heretical dragon on the continent, find it, and then dispose of the other party at once, and then spend all his resources on dealing with that silver dragon."

The red lines in the field of vision were truncated somewhere in front of him, and the dragon lich Valmar, who had devoured and destroyed the mage's soul, had already gotten enough information from the other party's memories.

The location where the guidance of the Strange Object and the Scarlet Mark is cut off is where the plane passage is located, and as long as she passes through this spatial bridge, she can go to Sky Mechanical City.

"Take a little risk, or the power of this shell will be too limited......"

A blade of black energy emerged from between Walma's fingers, stabbing into his chest without hesitation, parting it like tofu.

No blood flowed out of the gap, and the blood of the shell had already flowed by the time Valmar took possession of the mage's body, and it was nothing more than a living corpse.

The chest was sliced open in the middle, and the mage's hand emerged, reaching directly into the incision, making a creepy sound of flesh tearing, breaking the mage's chest cavity, revealing its shriveled internal organs that were still functioning under the power of the undead.

"Click, click, click, ......"

The ground in front of him cracked, and Varma's original body floated out from under it, and in the same operation, the chest of the original body was sliced open, and then, the knife composed of black energy sliced the hearts of the two bodies without any pause.

An invisible force was generated, and a metal block the size of a thumb knuckle was taken out of the heart of the original body, and thrust it into the mage's heart that had been cut open.

Magical power pervaded, and illusory black-and-gray needles and threads emerged, stitching the heart and the opening in the chest together, and the mage's body could no longer see anything unusual from the outside world.

The thing that was transferred from the original body was one of the most important components of the lich's life, the life box, and with this thing, Valmar was able to exert enough strength with this body.

"Click......

Varma's palm brushed his cheeks and neck, the blood on it disappeared, and even his pale complexion was reduced to normal under the spell, and the dragon lich's body was buried again under the ground.

Raising her head, Valma's gaze turned back into the distance, and at this moment, the original companions of the mage body she occupied raised their palms upward.

The power in the life box at the heart was endless, and the magic of the undead gathered like a storm, and countless bone hands broke through the ground, grabbed the victims who were completely unresponsive, tore through the golden iron armor, tore the fragile flesh, and buried the bodies and souls of these beings in the dead earth of the undead plane forever.

……

Outside the area of the former Kingdom of Seventan and the current Kingdom of Alesslestere, the convoy of members of the Nightfall Church was driving on a winding trade road in the forest, and the road was a little rough, and the wheels would jump over the rubble of the tree roots, causing the people in the carriage to shake with it.

"Are there any other rules in the church?"

A middle-aged man who looked in his forties, with a clean face without stubble or wrinkles, gave people a weather-beaten feeling, asked the goblin who was clutching the chair next to him and looking irritated.

"No, no, this is the third time you've asked me, don't you understand that there are no rules in our church? Although I know that the three of you have been expelled from the original church and still retain your original habits, you need to hurry up and get used to our night church, okay?

Elliott impatiently reiterated to the new member of the Nightfall Church named Damian that there were no rules in their church and that they should not ask him any more.

"How can this be, the Church of Light has its precepts and creeds, and the church we were originally in has fifteen divine admonitions, which are things that we must abide by."

"Without these rules, which are made according to God's will, how can we follow in God's footsteps, exercise God's will, and spread God's brilliance?"

Damian did not spare the goblins, tormented by his questions, and still stubbornly sought answers, speaking his thoughts.

"If you insist on saying something, there are some of them, for example, if you are a good person, the three of you choose not to believe in the fake god of justice who did not do the same thing as the slogan, you are already a good person, just don't do evil things in the future"

"By the way, there is a problem with the wording you just made, we believe in the Night Lady, so we are not spreading light, but spreading darkness, so that more people can bathe in the darkness of the Night Lady, understand."

Elliott spoke so fast that he couldn't stand this one anymore.

In line with the principle that everyone she met spread the faith of the Night Lady, Elliot went in the same direction as the three people he met on the trade route, but the three people in rags and beggars offered their help and invited them to believe in the Night Lady.

Unexpectedly, these three were disciples who had been deceived by an evil god who didn't know which evil god before, and later found out that something was wrong and ran away, and they had been wandering for so many years, and when they heard Elliot invite them to join the church, they learned a little about the behavior of the Night Church, and immediately agreed.

Originally, Elliot was still happy to spread the faith of the Night Lady, but he didn't realize that two of the three were silent, but one of them was a chatterbox, and had been asking him questions for nearly an hour.

"There's the Night Lady's tome here, Mr. Damian, if you want to see it, you can take a look at it."

Eamon, who was sitting in front of him, turned around through the curtain, showed his head, handed a book into the car, and said to Damian.

Elliot had never thought Aemon's voice was so beautiful, and he was asked how his groggy head couldn't figure out how to show the tome to himself.

"Thank you."

Damian took the Dark Night Sacred Book handed over by Aemon, and took the book, which was first said to have been written by the Night Lady, but was actually made up by Wang Yu, and thanked him.

However, the book in his hand is no longer the first edition, the texture of the book is very ordinary material, and the earliest ones are also in the hands of Night Blade and Wang Yu himself, and they are kept as a souvenir.

Now this edition of the Sacred Book of the Night can be regarded as Avia's help to sort it out, and the Lady of the Night has also written something into it, which must be much better than Wang Yu's copy everywhere at the beginning, highlighting a practical and unclear version.

Damien took the night canon, and immediately buried his head in reading it carefully, but the bumpy carriage could not let his hands that were extremely steady holding the book shake for half a minute.

Elliott was relieved to see the other party's extremely serious appearance, so that the other party should not have time to bother him, but he didn't think about it, this was the beginning of the nightmare.

"Mr. Elliott, may I ask what this means, I don't quite understand."

"Damn it...... Which sentence, let me see, what is not understandable about this? This is to let you live your life first, and then spend time doing worship and spreading the faith. ”

"But isn't faith supposed to be put before life, and isn't that what we believers are all about?"

Damian looked very seriously and quickly, and immediately asked Elliot when he saw something he couldn't understand, and there were so many things he couldn't understand.

"Ahh What kind of fallacy is this, fanatics are not like you, our most devout believers are just chanting at every turn that the Night Lady is amazing, I love you and so on, you flip back again, I remember that the archbishop wrote about you in the holy scriptures. ”

Elliot covered his face, wanting to refute the other party's words, but remembering that there seemed to be content about such believers in the holy scriptures, he quickly flipped through the holy scriptures in the other party's hand with his hand and let him read them for himself.

Damien flipped to the corresponding page, looked at the paragraphs titled "Useless Fanatic", and was stunned.

"First ask if it's useful or not, and then ask if it's pious or not, instead of shouting all day long, it's better to earn an extra 100 gold coins for the church, and feed a few more believers, if you really earn it, then I thank you as the archbishop, you are the most pious cub of the lady of the night, I helped you make up for the prayers you lack......"

"This ...... Isn't it too materialistic, and shouldn't what we are seeking in our belief in gods be spiritual sublimation? ”

The words were a little stuck, and the momentum of the stormy question about Elliot in front of him also subsided a lot, and Damian asked Elliot again.

"My God, have you ever figured out why we believe in the Night Lady, why don't you believe in the God of Light, who says this in his holy scriptures."

"We don't believe in the Night Lady because He will really cover us, and the night teaches this gang to live together together, and life is much better, you hurry up and turn the last page to see."

Damian wanted to say something, but the book had already been turned to the last page by Elliott, and it was written in the voice of the Night Lady.

"I hope that one day, my followers will no longer need to pray to me in order to have the life they want, and then you will remember my existence......"

Subconsciously reading this passage out of his mouth, Damian's expression was a little inexplicable, and the other two new members of the Night Church who had joined him also raised their heads as if they were feeling.