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But next.

But no longer needed!

The people over there looked at the pile of coal with burning eyes, completely forgetting the weirdness and horror that Li Re had just shown.

anyway.

With this pile of coal.

The town can survive another long winter!

At this moment, the look they gave Li Re seemed to be as bright as the pile of coal.

They treated him like a god.

Can easily turn ordinary soil into 'coal'.

To them, Li Re was indeed no different from a god!

...

"Someone has stolen the power of God."

"This is the first time since Tsatye created the world nine thousand years ago."

In the dark and gloomy hall.

A voice spoke in a deep, thunderous voice.

The person who was speaking was standing on the extremely high and far steps, facing the countless people who were crawling on the ground below. He was wearing a long robe with a hood covering his eyes, revealing only half of his pale face. His whole body was wrapped tightly in black, as if he was a shadow walking in the world. Behind him was the towering statue of the 'Angel of Death' with wings spread and three thousand hands wrapped around his body. In front of him were countless believers who believed in death.

"Your Majesty, may I ask who stole the divine authority?"

Someone at the front of the church stood up and asked.

"Olega the Saint, I don't know who it is."

The Holy Bishop standing on the high ground looked at him and said, "But the guidance given to me by Arato is in a direction further north than the capital of the Principality of Atlan where we are."

"Further north... Far North?"

The inquiring 'Saint of Olega' was slightly stunned, then said solemnly: "Yesterday, the blasphemer who had been hiding for sixteen years, revealed by the Death Star, seemed to have appeared in that direction!"

"The blasphemer? The alien who must be eliminated and is related to the nameless god who has no name in the world?"

"Those who steal divine power are in the same direction as those who blaspheme..."

"Although I'm not sure about the connection between them, but to prevent any accidents, do you want me to go there in person?"

"You are one of the only three saints in the Church of Death, superior to ordinary archbishops. Under the mysterious suppression of the power of God's blessing, even those knights in the legends in this mortal world will not be your opponent. It is naturally great that you are willing to go!" said the Holy Bishop.

But Saint Olega suddenly hesitated:

"Although I'm not sure whether I will meet him... But the person who stole the divine power you mentioned must be very powerful. A 'holy war' may break out during this trip. Do I need to inform the Duke of Atlanta?"

"...unnecessary."

The Holy Bishop looked calm: "We shepherd the world on behalf of the gods. Why should the gods explain their actions to mortals?"

"All those who resist, all those who stand in the way, let them die."

"Praise to Arato!"

He prayed earnestly.

"Praise to Arato!"

'Saint Olega' also bowed his head in prayer.

"Praise to Arato!"

The other believers spoke in unison.

The sound echoed in the dark church, one after another, endlessly.

Chapter 511

The Town of Nothingness and the High Wall

Thousands of years ago, the power to transform nature belonged only to God. Everything was in the hands of God and angels, and humans were nothing more than sheep shepherded by God.

But in the last thousand years, he brought the authority of the gods from heaven to earth and distributed it to everyone. The mysterious language he created explained the basic principles of all things. From then on, the power of nature no longer belonged to the gods.

——"History of the Development of the Fantasy World: On 'Runes'"

...

Gululu.

The chariot of the undead started moving again, slowly leaving the Forest of the Dead in the northernmost part of the Principality of Atlantis and heading in another direction.

The 'bone horse' on the trailer was made up of the bones of some unknown creature, with pieces of pale bone piled on its body like scales. Driven by the faint green firelight, it stepped on the undulating snow and left footprints of consistent depth.

The skeleton soldier driving the horse sat upright on the back of the bone horse, his eyes also ignited with dark green flames.

They followed the five people leading the way in front and moved forward slowly.

They, who had already regarded Li Re as a god, were also wrapped in piles of coal with coarse cloth. When they looked at the undead chariot behind them and the figure sitting in the chariot, there was no longer only fear in their eyes.

More respect -

Li Re, who had asked them to take him to a nearby town in exchange for "coal", got back in the car and jolted forward along the way. He glanced sideways at the pale scenery outside the car window, his eyes slightly dimmed, and he couldn't help thinking that ten years had passed, and this country seemed to have not changed at all.

——This 'version' of the world has been stagnant for a full thousand years!

During this time, Li Re raised his fingers and gently moved them in the car, as if he was holding a pen and writing in the air. Complex and mysterious pictures and texts continued to appear in his palms. The ancient and mysterious power contained in them seemed to be enough to change the scenery of the world.

'Rune'.

Li Re's ability is not only known to everyone in today's magical world view, but can also be regarded as one of the most profound "secret arts".

It was like this when I was still in the kingdom.

Now that he has left the kingdom, he can finally show his full power.

The 'Tianshi Lu', which is originally a power-like ability, was finally formed by the fusion of the mysterious system. The text of the new system showed the power to change matter and modify reality.

But even this ability has been honed over more than ten years and has become very strong.

Nothing less than full power.

Li Re always felt that he wanted to exert his full strength, but there was still something missing.

It can't be explained clearly.

"But to create a mysterious script from nothing - I'm really amazing!"

This is equivalent to creating a new mysterious profession!

Li Re, unable to think of a solution, put his hands down and stopped thinking.

He has been thinking about this question for several years.

I have been thinking about this since I graduated from the Royal Academy of Magic.

There is no shortage of such a short period of time.

This can also be considered as his "hard work".

Li Regen will of course improve it bit by bit.

As for why he chose the name 'Rune', he obviously did it on purpose - even if he returned to reality, he would still say that it was a Rune.

And he created it himself!

If there is any one-eyed guy who likes to raise birds and wolves and is dissatisfied, that's no problem, just kill myself!

Click.

That's when.

The undead chariot that was slowly moving forward suddenly shook.

Then there was a pause.

Li Re came back to his senses and looked out the window, then he heard the voice of the 'monk' among the five people coming from the front.

"Your Majesty, the Spirit King, we have arrived at a small border town in the Principality of Atlan."

A border town.

This is the name of the town near the Forest of the Dead where the five people live.

It is a very simple and crude name, so simple that it is even difficult to call it a name.

"Are we here?"

Hearing this, Li Re glanced out the window again. All he saw was wind and snow.

This area doesn't look like a place where people can live!

He got out of the car.

The carriage shook, and a 'young man' dressed in black walked out. What immediately came into view was a low hut in a pale and misty world.

These huts huddled like scraps in a world covered in falling snow. Most of them were only one or even half a floor high. The occasional two-story building was made to look as majestic as a skyscraper.

There are only some low fences around these buildings.

The fences were half buried in the snow, so you can imagine how short they were.

So Li Re calmed himself down.

He complained: "You call this a small town?"

To call it a 'village' is a bit too small!

"Forehead..."

The five people who were brought - except for the drowsy man with a broken leg, the other four people suddenly became embarrassed.

The monk explained carefully, "It is true that we cannot compare with the prosperous town in the Central Kingdom... But as mortals, we can build a settlement like this nearby, which is already the limit."

This member of the Church of Death, the only one who knew Li Re's name and had obviously heard of his deeds, spoke cautiously but sincerely.

The other three people also had helpless expressions on their faces.

indeed.

The 'Angel of Death' Arato was originally the last angel among the twelve angels.

Corresponding.

The Principality of Atlan, located in the far north of the continent and believing in death, is a relatively poor and weak country.

Not to mention that this small border town, which is considered remote even within the Principality of Atlan, is located close to the northernmost part of the entire continent.

but...

"I don't mean to dislike you."

Li Re glanced at the monks and other people beside him who looked anxious, and shook his head.

He got out of the car and stood still in the snow, then took two steps forward and said nonchalantly, "The place where I and that old man whose body was taken away by wild dogs from nowhere lived was far worse than your place—"

"You have seen where I live. It is in the small house deep in the Forest of the Dead."

The hut was in a state of disrepair.

Not to mention that no one has lived there for ten years, even if it had been renovated, it would probably be inferior to these low-rise bungalows in front of me.

These bungalows in front of us are made of bricks and tiles after all.

It won't leak rain in the summer and be drafty in the winter like a wooden house - of course, in the Principality of Atlanta where it snows all year round, drafty is probably the only problem.

Looking back now, Li Re still wants to say that it's a good thing that he was "born extraordinary". If he was an ordinary baby living with that old man, he would have been frozen into an ice sculpture in one day!

However, the monks did not find the words of 'Your Majesty the Spirit King' funny at all... Anyone who can live directly in the 'Forest of the Dead', the source of the undead tide, is an unparalleled master, even if he lives in a doghouse.

Who cares how he lives?

While these people were talking, it seemed that someone among the bungalows surrounded by low fences in front of them noticed their arrival, and one head after another popped up in the houses under the misty wind and snow.

"Father Xiuji? Is that you? Have you found the 'Firestone' and returned?"