Chapter 369 - 227: Can a Stupid Skeleton Create Its Own Magic? _2

Chapter 369: Chapter 227: Can a Stupid Skeleton Create Its Own Magic? _2

Although he said that, the wraith voluntarily drifted towards the relay tower.

Watching the spectral figure of the wraith disappear into the distance, the demon’s expression slowly grew serious, thinking to himself:

“If you knew that among that pile of stuff there was something that could accelerate life, you’d probably demand to see the car. What rotten luck. How could I run into these guys again? Fortunately, he’s a wraith. He won’t be affected by the haste of life, and he’s also a powerful magic tutor. I hope he doesn’t end up thoroughly suppressed like those bug trainers.”

While the wraith and the demon were conversing, Ange and his group arrived under the relay tower. From quite a distance away, they could see a witch standing on her toes, staring wistfully. Upon seeing Ange and his group, she greeted them as if she were greeting her family and rushed over.

Of course, this was her reaction before she saw them clearly. Once she did, she stopped confused, “You... Are you that poor?”

Five fellows riding one horse, you’ve got to be pretty poor to pull something like that off.

“Huh? Not poor, oh! Our horse is powerful.” It took a moment for Negris to process the question. Then, floating up, he patted the horse’s bum, saying.

Just as the words left his mouth, the horse kicked him square in the body, sending him flying off like a ball, “Who are you calling a horse!”

Negris flew back, fuming, “I will deal with you later!” Turning to the witch who had greeted them, he said, “Hello, we’ve come to take over the relay station. My name is Nage, and what’s yours?”

So Holcuk really didn’t think that anyone would harm a relay spirit, unless they didn’t want to live. As for her as a watchman, her job wasn’t to protect the relay spirit, but to feed it soul energy periodically, replenish its daily consumption, and keep it working every day.

Otherwise, these unintelligent spiritual bodies, they love to sleep. Without anyone giving them orders, they could easily fall asleep.

The group arrived outside a door in the midsection of the high tower, and Holcuk searched around until she found a switch under a pile of cobwebs. Embarrassed, she said, “I haven’t used it for hundreds of years, I almost forgot where it was.”

After cleaning the dirt off the switch, Holcuk pressed it hard. Uh, it was stuck.

“It can get stuck?” Negris curiously looked over. The global relay station had not been used for more than a thousand years but never got stuck. Both the teleportation array of the Undead Temple and Demon Valley broke down, but once they were given soul energy, they auto-repaired.

He never saw a construction of the undead empire getting stuck that has this auto-repair ability.

Awkwardly pressing hard, then harder, and harder still, Holcuk, if still alive, would probably be sweating profusely. It took a great deal of effort to finally press down the switch. He muttered, “It’s been unused for so long. After you take over, remember to oil it every few decades.”

As the switch was pressed, the entire relay tower gently vibrated. After a while, they all suddenly noticed that the strong spiritual presence above their heads quieted down.

In reality, everyone could feel the strong spirit of the relay tower from the moment they approached it. Except for Ange, everyone else felt quite oppressed. Even Little Angel, who was usually hopping around, had calmed down quite a bit. Now, this oppressive feeling had disappeared.

With the disappearance of the oppressive feeling, a ball of grey fog, almost silently, started drifting from the bottom of the tower, slowly moving up along the body of the tower.