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Chapter 529
chapter 385 part 2
The others were dressed in a similarly plain fashion, though they were adorned with various powerful magic items.
Although the Red-Eyed Duke was an undead, he was dressed in resplendent and exquisite clothes, decorated with various gold, silver, and gem ornaments that shimmered with a brilliant luster under the room's candlelight.
This was perhaps also the reason he had arranged for candlelight in the room.
He was not a naturally occurring undead, but was originally an ordinary human who had transformed himself into an undead through some means.
Therefore, his pursuit of aesthetic taste and desire for money were far stronger than that of the other undead.
"That's enough complaining."
"Abyss" Benjerry's majestic voice cut in, interrupting the Red-Eyed Duke before he could pour out more of his woes.
If he hadn't interrupted, the others present would have had no choice but to listen, as most undead did not possess an overly strong desire to speak.
He understood the suffering in his compatriots' hearts, because he himself felt the same.
That person would summon them from time to time to his underground cave, where they would have to stay for several years at a minimum.
Those who were not summoned were naturally forbidden to go; running off on their own would only anger that person.
"The reason I've gathered everyone this time is because we've had a more significant result and gain."
As soon as "Abyss" Benjerry spoke, he captured everyone's attention. He had no intention of hiding anything and explained the transaction with Tang Zheng and the others in one go.
Those present had long since reached a consensus and had no need to be on guard against each other. After all, if that person had found out about their clandestine activities, they would all have been killed long ago!
"A ritual?"
"It can raise one's tier by two levels!"
"You're not kidding, are you?"
"A ritual like that actually exists?"
"Aren't they being too generous?!"
"Does a transaction like this hide some unknown purpose?"
"..."
Following "Abyss" Benjerry's words, the previously silent Conference Hall suddenly came alive with continuous sounds of shock and astonishment.
To the undead present, this was simply too incredible.
Some were suspicious, some were pleasantly surprised, but most felt an indescribable excitement!
Pairs of scarlet eyes all fell upon one member at the conference table.
She was a female undead with skin like white wax, dressed in a white veil and a white formal gown, making herself appear entirely pure white.
One of the Inner Circle members, the "White Saintess"!
Among everyone present, she was the first undead to reach the eighth tier. Her research abilities were deeply admired by all.
If that ritual was real!
In the hands of the White Saintess, it would unleash—the power of 10th-tier magic!
What this meant, none of them knew.
But they deeply understood that if they could truly wield magic of that tier, it would be no different from the gods of legend, right?
The power of 10th-tier magic... should be enough to fight that guy, right?
The crowd thought with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
The White Saintess, however, appeared perfectly calm. Under everyone's gaze, she took the documents on the ritual from "Abyss" Benjerry's hand and began to study them seriously.
The air fell silent.
They didn't have to wait long, only a few minutes.
The White Saintess looked up, meeting their gazes, and a gentle voice, unlike the typically harsh and raspy tones of an undead, sounded out, "There's no problem with the ritual. Give me three days, and I will be able to learn it."
The spirits of all the undead present were galvanized.
"Abyss" Benjerry was even more thrilled internally. After exchanging the information for this ritual, he had also confirmed it himself and naturally knew there was no problem.
"A ritual like this is actually real?"
"As an exchange, it wasn't precious magical knowledge or a magic item, but rather a piece of seemingly dispensable information?"
"Is there some problem with this? Or does that information contain some precious secret we don't know about?"
The Myriad Army Elder's cold voice sounded, faintly tinged with a certain worry.
No matter how you looked at it, such a transaction seemed unequal!
"Abyss" Benjerry fell into thought. In truth, he had also had this same doubt.
"There is one thing I haven't mentioned yet."
The White Saintess looked at the ritual documents in her hand with fiery eyes.
"The ritual is indeed excellent, but it's missing the core key to activate it. In other words, just mastering the ritual is useless."
As soon as she said this!
The doubtful crowd felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
"So that's how it is."
"Abyss" Benjerry said in a raspy voice.
The other undead nodded in succession, thinking that this was a more normal situation. Their excitement, however, did not diminish in the slightest because of this.
The appearance of this ritual had already raised hopes in the hearts of everyone in the Body of the Abyss that they could defeat that person.
The leaping candlelight cast the group's shadows onto the conference room walls, making them flicker continuously.
——Lower Wind Month.
June 20th.
【Experience Slot: 53,000,000 / 1,880,000】
Tenth-tier Magic Scroll Storage (205 scrolls)
For the past few days, Tang Zheng had been investigating in the Lesselde Tribal Nation, and he had even visited each of the other eleven tribes.
Compared to the great commotion he had caused in the Wal Tribe, Tang Zheng acted covertly in the other tribes and did not cause any disturbances.
Of course.
This was probably related to the fact that none of the magic items in these eleven tribes were impressive enough to catch his eye.
Aside from the magic item he acquired, the Lionman holy relic "Fiery Thorn Mane," the magic items held by the other tribes could only be described as average.
They couldn't even compare to the magic items held by the human nations, the ones that didn't even qualify as National Treasures.
In short, the results of the investigation were not ideal.
Regarding the history and information of the previous nation that ruled this Great Grassland, the records kept by the various tribes were extremely scarce, let alone the nation that came before that, the one related to the "Buddha God."
There were neither conspicuous natural phenomena and unusual geographical environments, nor any further historical records.
Tang Zheng felt a headache coming on from the complete lack of clues.
According to the schedule, today was the day the Slane Theocracy and the Holy Kingdom would head to the Abelion Hills to acquire the "Blend Potion."
Tang Zheng was originally supposed to make a trip back.
However.
From that Lionman Priest, Tang Zheng had unexpectedly learned of a place that, while common knowledge to the tribes, was extremely noteworthy.
Ritual Hill!
Fortunately, just in case, Tang Zheng had already left behind a batch of Blend Potions. Even without him there, the Green Leaf Witch was more than capable of handling matters.
(end of chapter)
The others were dressed in a similarly plain fashion, though they were adorned with various powerful magic items.
Although the Red-Eyed Duke was an undead, he was dressed in resplendent and exquisite clothes, decorated with various gold, silver, and gem ornaments that shimmered with a brilliant luster under the room's candlelight.
This was perhaps also the reason he had arranged for candlelight in the room.
He was not a naturally occurring undead, but was originally an ordinary human who had transformed himself into an undead through some means.
Therefore, his pursuit of aesthetic taste and desire for money were far stronger than that of the other undead.
"That's enough complaining."
"Abyss" Benjerry's majestic voice cut in, interrupting the Red-Eyed Duke before he could pour out more of his woes.
If he hadn't interrupted, the others present would have had no choice but to listen, as most undead did not possess an overly strong desire to speak.
He understood the suffering in his compatriots' hearts, because he himself felt the same.
That person would summon them from time to time to his underground cave, where they would have to stay for several years at a minimum.
Those who were not summoned were naturally forbidden to go; running off on their own would only anger that person.
"The reason I've gathered everyone this time is because we've had a more significant result and gain."
As soon as "Abyss" Benjerry spoke, he captured everyone's attention. He had no intention of hiding anything and explained the transaction with Tang Zheng and the others in one go.
Those present had long since reached a consensus and had no need to be on guard against each other. After all, if that person had found out about their clandestine activities, they would all have been killed long ago!
"A ritual?"
"It can raise one's tier by two levels!"
"You're not kidding, are you?"
"A ritual like that actually exists?"
"Aren't they being too generous?!"
"Does a transaction like this hide some unknown purpose?"
"..."
Following "Abyss" Benjerry's words, the previously silent Conference Hall suddenly came alive with continuous sounds of shock and astonishment.
To the undead present, this was simply too incredible.
Some were suspicious, some were pleasantly surprised, but most felt an indescribable excitement!
Pairs of scarlet eyes all fell upon one member at the conference table.
She was a female undead with skin like white wax, dressed in a white veil and a white formal gown, making herself appear entirely pure white.
One of the Inner Circle members, the "White Saintess"!
Among everyone present, she was the first undead to reach the eighth tier. Her research abilities were deeply admired by all.
If that ritual was real!
In the hands of the White Saintess, it would unleash—the power of 10th-tier magic!
What this meant, none of them knew.
But they deeply understood that if they could truly wield magic of that tier, it would be no different from the gods of legend, right?
The power of 10th-tier magic... should be enough to fight that guy, right?
The crowd thought with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
The White Saintess, however, appeared perfectly calm. Under everyone's gaze, she took the documents on the ritual from "Abyss" Benjerry's hand and began to study them seriously.
The air fell silent.
They didn't have to wait long, only a few minutes.
The White Saintess looked up, meeting their gazes, and a gentle voice, unlike the typically harsh and raspy tones of an undead, sounded out, "There's no problem with the ritual. Give me three days, and I will be able to learn it."
The spirits of all the undead present were galvanized.
"Abyss" Benjerry was even more thrilled internally. After exchanging the information for this ritual, he had also confirmed it himself and naturally knew there was no problem.
"A ritual like this is actually real?"
"As an exchange, it wasn't precious magical knowledge or a magic item, but rather a piece of seemingly dispensable information?"
"Is there some problem with this? Or does that information contain some precious secret we don't know about?"
The Myriad Army Elder's cold voice sounded, faintly tinged with a certain worry.
No matter how you looked at it, such a transaction seemed unequal!
"Abyss" Benjerry fell into thought. In truth, he had also had this same doubt.
"There is one thing I haven't mentioned yet."
The White Saintess looked at the ritual documents in her hand with fiery eyes.
"The ritual is indeed excellent, but it's missing the core key to activate it. In other words, just mastering the ritual is useless."
As soon as she said this!
The doubtful crowd felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
"So that's how it is."
"Abyss" Benjerry said in a raspy voice.
The other undead nodded in succession, thinking that this was a more normal situation. Their excitement, however, did not diminish in the slightest because of this.
The appearance of this ritual had already raised hopes in the hearts of everyone in the Body of the Abyss that they could defeat that person.
The leaping candlelight cast the group's shadows onto the conference room walls, making them flicker continuously.
——Lower Wind Month.
June 20th.
【Experience Slot: 53,000,000 / 1,880,000】
Tenth-tier Magic Scroll Storage (205 scrolls)
For the past few days, Tang Zheng had been investigating in the Lesselde Tribal Nation, and he had even visited each of the other eleven tribes.
Compared to the great commotion he had caused in the Wal Tribe, Tang Zheng acted covertly in the other tribes and did not cause any disturbances.
Of course.
This was probably related to the fact that none of the magic items in these eleven tribes were impressive enough to catch his eye.
Aside from the magic item he acquired, the Lionman holy relic "Fiery Thorn Mane," the magic items held by the other tribes could only be described as average.
They couldn't even compare to the magic items held by the human nations, the ones that didn't even qualify as National Treasures.
In short, the results of the investigation were not ideal.
Regarding the history and information of the previous nation that ruled this Great Grassland, the records kept by the various tribes were extremely scarce, let alone the nation that came before that, the one related to the "Buddha God."
There were neither conspicuous natural phenomena and unusual geographical environments, nor any further historical records.
Tang Zheng felt a headache coming on from the complete lack of clues.
According to the schedule, today was the day the Slane Theocracy and the Holy Kingdom would head to the Abelion Hills to acquire the "Blend Potion."
Tang Zheng was originally supposed to make a trip back.
However.
From that Lionman Priest, Tang Zheng had unexpectedly learned of a place that, while common knowledge to the tribes, was extremely noteworthy.
Ritual Hill!
Fortunately, just in case, Tang Zheng had already left behind a batch of Blend Potions. Even without him there, the Green Leaf Witch was more than capable of handling matters.
(end of chapter)
