Chapter 68 - Chapter 68: Chapter 64: Constructing with 12 Gods – Part 2

Chapter 68: Chapter 64: Constructing with 12 Gods – Part 2

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“However, I worked here for decades, continued to work for decades after I transformed into a witch, but I have never seen the deck descend until the World Transport Station was shut down. And it makes sense — in this desolate world, how could the enemy possibly come from the outside? If they were to come, they would come via the Teleportation Array.”

“Once the deck descended and the World Transport Station ceased operation, these guardian constructs could no longer move. I attempted to transport them to an underground city for safekeeping, but they were immovable. The Resting Wind had blown them around for decades. For the initial years, Petersburg would still converse with me when I returned. However, as the years passed by, I received no response from it. It’s unknown whether it had gone into hibernation or faded away.”

“This one is Petersburg Drove, the only one among the Twelve Guardians that has a name. We usually call him by his nickname — Spring Hand. His fists could extend up to more than ten metres, the impact as powerful as a city hammer…”

Feilin rambled on and on. It became clear to everyone that these are just a set of highly potent guardian constructs that were unable to move beyond a specific radius. Due to the Teleportation Array ceasing operation, they had lost energy. Even their souls might have died out. They were nothing more than steel sculptures.

“City Lord, besides these guardian constructs, is there anything else down there?” Aisike asked. “Like, food, for instance?”

“What are you thinking? Other than the immovable buildings, even the doors have been dismantled. The Resting Wind brought about a dust storm that resulted in its total burial here. After several decades, Luther’s ancestors… Ugh, forget it, let’s just say ancestors from a thousand years ago had fights over food. Before you know it, his countless generations of descendants have all become Sword Saints. Ah, time flies too fast.”

Lines of confusion marked Aisike’s forehead: You must be kidding, time flies too fast?”

As they heard Feilin’s words, everyone’s faces displayed hints of disappointment. No matter how formidable the Twelve Guardians or how prosperous the World Transport Station had been at its zenith, they had all been swallowed by the dust storm over a thousand years ago, which didn’t resolve the predicament they faced.

If there’s food in the residential and commercial area below, then this location would have some value. If there isn’t, they would have no interest in staying. Who would want to listen to stories while starving?

Even if these guardians are still alive, still able to move, what good would that do? Even the most potent force couldn’t satiate their hunger.

Feilin also acknowledged this point and was preparing to discuss the matter of food with Ange. To be honest, he found this request a little difficult to broach he had already borrowed food from Ange once and had yet to return it.

However, what Feilin didn’t know was that Ange had never regarded the previous stock of food as a “loan”. Besides bringing tens of thousands of Soul Flames for Ange, the food also garnered him tens of thousands of casual followers, at least a thousand of which were staunch believers. This would result in a couple of thousand Soul Flames for him every day.

Before Feilin could say anything, Ange placed his hand on the cylindrical body of the guardian construct. The Boundary-crossing Hand, integrated with the skin-decorated bracelet, vibrated slightly. Suddenly, the towering guardian construct began to move.

“I am the most loyal guard of my King, Petersburg Drove, sincerely serving…

serving… serving you…” It only moved a bit and a weak soul fluctuation was transmitted from the construct. It could not even finish a single sentence before lapsing into silence once again.

“Lord Petersburg? Lord Petersburg, are you still alive? Are you alive?” Feilin rushed over to the construct, his soul trembling as he exclaimed.

During the decades after the Teleportation Array ceased operation, Feilin returned here many times, but he gradually stopped receiving responses from Petersburg, which was why he felt that the soul within the construct had faded away. Unexpectedly, it was still alive.

A weak soul fluctuation came from within the construct: “Oh … It’s the little friend Feilin … What do you mean by alive … I died long ago … All that’s left now … is an undying spirit … I feel so weak, how long was I asleep? Is there anything to eat … Oh, oh, oh! Where did this energy come from? Such powerful soul energy, I am filled with power!!!”

Just as Petersburg asked if there was any food, Angle pumped the Soul Energy into the construct. Ange had an inexhaustible supply of Soul Energy, with a substantial amount replenished every day. It was all infused into his left hand after being refined.

The immense Soul Energy quickly revitalised Petersburg. His entire soul perked up; his massive body made cracking sounds and slowly rose. Underneath its cylindrical body, it revealed two… two short legs.

When compared to its extended Spring Hand arms, the legs supporting its body were too short and thick. When fully extended, its round cylindrical body was only raised around fifty centimeters high.

The small head that resembled a half-round cover was rotated around twice on the cylindrical body. A faint blue flame lit behind the grid and settled on Ange’s body.

“It turns out to be Lord Observer, Petersburg Drove is at your service!” Petersburg supported the ground with both hands and tilted his entire body forward.

Lisa couldn’t help but secretly whispered to Feilin: “Is this a kneel salute? Is Lord Ange’s position in the Undead Empire really that high? Could it truly be a projection of the King?”

Feilin didn’t know what to say. Petersburg’s legs were too short to tell whether it was a kneel salute. However, it was certain that Ange held a higher position. His speculation about Ange’s identity has been officially confirmed in that very moment. Indeed, he’s Lord Observer.

Ange tilted his head, puzzled, asking: “What is an Observer?”

The so-called Observer is not really a formal name, but a colloquially agreed-upon term. No one had ever mentioned this word to Ange in person, and even when he heard it being whispered about, he never associated it with himself.

This was the first time someone had directly called him an Observer.

Petersburg shivered all over, perhaps misunderstanding something. It pointed at Feilin, its overly long arm snapping open, reaching out in front of Feilin, almost touching his nose: “It is a name given to you by humans. They call the master of the world’s transit station the Observer. But for us, we only know you are Lord.”

Being pointed at by such a large fist, Feilin dared not move, yet inside he couldn’t help but curse: Humans came up with it, so why point at me?!

Lisa leaned over and whispered with a laugh: “Doesn’t it seem like an employee caught making a mistake by his boss, trying to evade responsibility? Master Ang, are you really the supreme master of soul and eternity?”

Feilin, aware of his wife’s personality, immediately became vigilant upon hearing her words: “What are you up to? Even if he really is His Majesty, he is now the Observer. Have you ever seen Lord using any extraordinary power? Don’t make any trouble for him.”

“No, I wouldn’t. Do I look like that kind of person?”

“You do.” “Do I or not?”

“No, not at all.”

“What do you think about the name ‘Lisa Augustus, the Undead Pope’? Is it a good name?”

Ten minutes later, Petersburg could no longer move as the soul energy that Ange infused into it only lasted for approximately ten minutes. This was the biggest flaw of the god constructs; they consumed too much energy, which prevented them from venturing too far from the Divine Seat. If they couldn’t make it back in time, other god constructs would have to drag them back.

Ange had been chatting with it for more than ten minutes and got nothing from it because they weren’t on the same page.

Ange wanted to know what an Observer was, but Petersburg thought he was upset about the name others gave to him. Ange wanted to know what happened to the transit station, but Petersburg thought Ange was blaming them for not protecting it well. When Ange asked why the transit station stopped working, it simply said it wasn’t its doing.

Ange found it difficult to communicate with it.

The soul of Negris was laughing so hard it was coming out of his nostrils. Hahaha, this was how he felt when he tried to communicate with Ange.

Finally, when Ange was free, Feilin hurried up to him and said, “Lord, both the Underground City and Ice City have run out of grain. Can you lend us some more?”

Borrow grain? Ange immediately thought of the surging Soul Flame tide from the previous time, then he remembered something else. He rode on Negris, but after being chased off, he could only ride on Lightning.

He took everyone out of the basin and to the large pit where the grain was buried. After digging it open, he pointed at the grain in the pit, then at the basin not too far away, and said, “People, dig, grain.”

Send people to dig and they get grain. It’s impossible for him and his few people to dig out the transit station, but combined, the people from Ice City and Witch City could do it.

Lena gasped, whispering to Klegg: “The traces we’ve seen on our way here, they wouldn’t be from Lord Ange planting crops, would they?”

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