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Chapter 1405 - Chapter 1405 Chapter 966 Sleep Are You About to Breakthrough

Chapter 1405: Chapter 966: Sleep? Are You About to Breakthrough? Chapter 1405: Chapter 966: Sleep? Are You About to Breakthrough? Ange is the king of Durken and possesses all the memories and imprints of Durken. When he engraves these imprints into the Life Box, but the connection to Durken’s existence cannot be felt from this distant Master Plane, what will the Life Box do?

It will activate the imprint and initiate resurrection.

The new body will directly make use of the Mourning Undead Soldiers’, which means resurrecting with a Body of Mourning, a realm which Durken never reached.

“Possibly, these Mourning Undead Soldiers were also reborn in these bodies through this method. They have the means to create a Body of Mourning, but their Soul Strength isn’t sufficient, which is why they had no choice but to transform into Necromancers,” Negris said.

The Monarch looked at the Mourning Soul in his hand and said, “That’s not right, his soul is also at the Mourning Level.”

Negris said, “Haven’t you mentioned before? The most difficult part of becoming a Black Crystal is the transformation of the first ‘bit’ of Black Crystal. Once there’s a bit transformed, the rest just needs continuous impact to complete. The most difficult part is going from zero to one. Could it be that they first possessed a Body of Mourning and then condensed a Mourning Soul?”

The Monarch nodded thoughtfully. Taking both steps at once is the hardest, but taking the left step first makes the right step much easier.

“Or… should we ask?” Silver Coin suggested, gesturing towards the Mourning Soul in the Monarch’s hand.

The Monarch shrugged nonchalantly. He wasn’t in the habit of questioning enemies because he couldn’t be bothered to discern whether they were lying; thus, Soul Search after killing them was the most direct method.

Still, his grip loosened slightly as he asked, “Is our guess correct? You were resurrected within the Body of Mourning using the Life Box and then condensed the Mourning Soul afterward?”

The Mourning Soul did not respond.

Silver Coin said, “If you don’t speak up, we will just have to inquire with your comrades. As for you, we’ll smash you and perform Soul Search, corroborating with what they say. We might only need one captive, or perhaps none at all, since we are also resurrecting our people in your bodies using the Life Box.”

The Mourning Soul remained silent for a while then spoke in a hollow tone, “Soul Brand, kill me. I won’t betray my Lord.”

It must be said, spending too much time with Anthony could easily corrupt, even Negris heard the subtext in those words, realizing and saying, “Ah, Soul Brand, Ange, Soul Brand.”

In the propaganda of the Church of Light, the Holy Shroud is said to be spun from silk washed by the most pure Saintess, woven naked by virgins, possessing the sacred function to block evil.

Of course, that’s complete hogwash. What could be more sacred than cloth personally woven by the Master God?

Ange didn’t weave but simply tore off Huo Man’s robe, performed several Purification spells, eradicated all the Magic Patterns, then branded it with holy imprints, creating a makeshift Holy Shroud.

Since the imprints were not woven and would vanish after a while, they could only be used temporarily, but that was enough.

Wrapping the Monarch with the Mummy Cloth, the Mourning Soul was wrapped inside as well. All that could be seen was the Monarch nodding continuously beneath the cloth bundle.

After a while, the Monarch lifted the Holy Shroud and squeezed the Mourning Soul in his hand; it exploded into a purple flame. The scattered Soul Flame surged along the Monarch’s arm and into his entire body, quickly being absorbed.

Actually, this scene was very terrifying–the Monarch easily devoured a Mourning Soul. The mutual devouring of Souls of the same level should be an exceedingly dangerous matter, yet the Monarch made it look easy.

However, Negris and the others present took it for granted, reasoning that the Monarch devouring a Mourning Soul ought to be effortless. Why should it induce extreme hardship? Although the Monarch was currently demoted, he was still the Undead King of the All Void.

Negris was surprised by another thing: “How did you devour him?”

The Monarch shook his head, taking out an ordinary Soul Fire.

Oh, Negris understood. To sever the Soul Contact, the most direct method was to take advantage of the Holy Shroud’s restraint and switch his consciousness to a new ‘home.’

Clearly, this Mourning Undead Soldier had transferred his consciousness into the new Soul Fire, and although it fell from a Mourning Soul to a Soul Fire, the old Soul Brand had been removed.

The old Soul Brand was removed, the new Soul Brand was branded, and a large portion of my Soul Strength was lost. The new Soul Fire floated there in dismay.

Now, it was the turn of another Mourning Undead Soldier. As per the method, the Airship gained another Body of Mourning, a Mourning Soul, and a new Soul Fire.

The Monarch picked up the Mourning Soul and asked Ange, “Do you want it?”

Ange shook his head. For now, he didn’t need Soul Energy. With the World Tree as his support, Ange’s spiritual power was incredibly strong–stronger even than the Monarch in his current state of Mourning. Soul Energy wouldn’t enhance him any further, and it would be better to plant a few more World Trees.

The Monarch had anticipated as much and, without any courtesy, crushed and devoured the Soul. Afterwards, he said to Negris, “Neg, find two bodies for them. I am going to take a nap.”

“Sleeping? Are you about to have a breakthrough?” Negris asked excitedly. In such circumstances, falling into a deep sleep meant either injury or a breakthrough.

“I don’t know. Let’s see after I digest,” replied the Monarch. He found a corner, lay down, and quickly fell asleep.

Negris curled his lips, “Still need to digest? But you eat so many Deadman’s Fruit every day without needing to digest them.”

In the past half year, the Monarch had absorbed almost all of the breath of death accumulated by the Deadman’s Fruit, probably more than what ten Mourning Souls could offer. He had nearly drained the entire Plane of its breath of death, causing the Tree of the Dead to slow down in condensing it.

There was no choice, this place was a small Plane after all. It only had so much Soul Energy thanks to the number of people who died during its construction and the war prisoners who later died here, their wronged souls forming such a concentration of death.

“The Master Plane is better, with the natural cycle of life and death providing a constant flow,” mumbled Negris.

While the Monarch was asleep, the Airship was towed back to Bridgehead Fort, and four human Wizards were obediently escorted off of it, stripped of all their belongings. Silver Coin asked, “How shall we deal with them?”

Deal with them? The four humans were taken aback.

“What do you want to do with them?” Negris asked.

“Let’s lock them up for now. I have a feeling we can exchange them for some hefty ransoms and good stuff,” Silver Coin suggested.

Upon hearing this, the four humans nodded vigorously, and Bess quickly began to mouth something, but no sound came out.

Negris cautiously asked, “They’ve seen our faces, and you want to let them go back?”

Silver Coin inquired with confusion, “Do we need to worry about that? Even if the Divine Light Alliance finds out, what can they do? Fly over and attack us? We have titles, and besides, His Majesty will soon recover his strength. Why fear collecting ransoms?”

Silver Coin was very capable at business, but no matter how capable, it all depended on Ange’s protection. Otherwise, he’d be the prey, not the predator. You do business according to the strength you possess. As long as the Monarch regained his strength, it was time to collect ransoms.

Moreover, Ange held the title of Duke of Divine Light in the Friel Empire. Just from the title, one could tell it was meant to irk the Divine Light Alliance. Your people trespassed into my territory and got captured. Isn’t it only right to pay a ransom for their release?

Concerned about the secrets they’ve heard? Ha, the Monarch’s hand of memory erasure was even more authentic than Anthony’s.

“Alright, as you wish,” said Negris, as long as Silver Coin was confident.

Hearing that they wouldn’t die, the four humans sagged in relief. Bess cautiously handed Silver Coin the silver coin that she had been given earlier, with an obedient look that couldn’t be more docile.

Silver Coin smiled while accepting the silver coin, “Next time, don’t yell so loudly, it’s too noisy and you could end up dead.”

Bess nodded vigorously, her previous arrogant demeanor gone, seemingly frightened.

At that moment, the Body of Mourning lying on the deck suddenly moved.

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