Something's wrong with my undead

On the tree-lined road, a winged centaur hero was pulling four carriages loaded with goods, moving forward steadily.

The carriage was naturally left behind by the Luku people.

Although they loaded their baggage into the Holy Light Box, they still had to ride in a car.

Unfortunately, the horses were killed indiscriminately by the Holy Light Court, but fortunately there were still cattle and horses as substitutes for catching sheep.

For example, this seventh-level heroic spirit.

A simple Glory Greatsword summons a Lightforged Warhorse.

A simple inherited greatsword summons a heroic spirit.

When the two are combined, what is summoned is the Heroic Centaur.

As a powerful elemental creature, it plays four roles: guard, searchlight, locomotive, and beacon. It can be said that a capable person can do many things.

Being able to make full use of it is undoubtedly the player's wisdom.

However, unlike in the game, doing similar work will make the bound magic weapon "unhappy", which means that the favorability will be reduced, so few people do this.

But it doesn’t matter when catching sheep, because skeletons cannot be soul-bound, so it means that he summons a new guy every time and the favorability is reset.

No use, no use!

In addition to being loaded with cargo, the roof of each carriage also had agents changing shifts sitting on it.

Melvin sat in the front row, still thinking about the relationship between the void capsule and soul science.

Although Zhuoyang did not say it explicitly, she vaguely captured the bridge connecting the two.

That is, the similarity of the "rules".

It is a rule that the souls of living people go to the Shadow Realm after death.

After the structure of the void sac is destroyed, its contents are squeezed back into the real world. This is also a rule.

They stuffed the cargo into the void bag using brute force, and maintaining it afterwards was more like keeping a spring in a compressed state.

Thinking of this, her thoughts became clear.

But the more this happened, the more she became curious about what level McCala's spiritual studies had reached...

But she couldn't ask, she had to restrain herself.

She restrained herself the whole way.

She didn't say it until they arrived at Misty Valley and boarded the airship in Nibra City to return to New Green Leaf Town.

When she returned to the temporary base and met William and Reid, she finally couldn't help but speak:

"What are the requirements for accessing Macara's 'System Store'?"

Tsk, nice!

Duoduo exclaimed in his heart.

Now she has no way of running away.

However, she said seriously: "Its conditions are very simple, but also the most stringent. You only need a Mackalla's 'activation code' to access almost all library materials, and you can disseminate them publicly without restriction, as long as you can bear the corresponding consequences - not punishment from Mackalla, but from other camps. However, this also means that you become a 'Mackalla person'."

Melvin's face really became serious: "What's the difference between this request and those tribes that believe in gods?"

"No, no, no, believers are strictly required to do what they 'must do' and what they 'cannot do', but a Macara can do anything as long as he can bear the corresponding consequences."

"Even if it's betrayal?" Melvin asked back.

Duoduo said with a smile: "The premise of betrayal is to be asked to be 'loyal', but 'loyalty' is not a quality that must be possessed to become a 'Macara person'."

Melvin was a little confused: "I mean standing on the opposite side of McCalla."

"Why?" Duoduo asked back, "'Standing on the opposite side' presupposes that you do not agree with McCalla's 'position', so what is the 'position' here?"

Melvin couldn't give an immediate answer.

She just asked and assumed this out of inertia.

Because the Veritas people always do this, starting from a "pre-set position" to make things difficult for the believers.

Duoduo: “If you insist on emphasizing ‘betrayal’, or if you worry that this is some kind of constraint, then I might as well put it bluntly - from the moment you arrived here, you have become a Macara person, because the four countries’ demand is to blockade this place, and you helped it break the blockade.

"You will soon realize that your own awakening is incompatible with any place outside, because whether it is the kingdom of the gods or the kingdom that criticizes the gods, they firmly believe that they are right. In McCalla, no one defines this kind of "right" and "wrong". Compared with this, they care more about whether you queue up when you eat.

"The so-called 'activation code' is just a more iconic identity badge. It does not require you to be loyal to McCalla, but only requires you to be loyal to your own purified heart, to be consistent in your words and deeds, and to seek truth from facts. That's all."

If Melvin had heard these words in Veritas, he would have thought that the other party was a politician with a lot of words, or a congressman, and would have sneered at these words.

But now, after going through so much, she is quite convinced.

So, she nodded: "Well, I need an activation code."

As soon as she finished speaking, William scratched his head and stretched out his hand.

In the palm of his hand was a materialized silver-white ball of light.

"William, you..."

"I'm sorry, mother, I've become a MacKalla during the time you were away."

William said embarrassedly.

Melvin glared at his son, scolding him for not consulting him, but still accepted the gift.

Mages widely use spirit possession on puppets and elemental golems. This is a spell that blesses simple wisdom. Therefore, she was not unfamiliar with myKara's guidance. Instead, she felt very familiar and as friendly as if she had returned home.

In fact, they are indeed of the same origin.

In the game, Veritas' player guidance is the most complete, and the official explanation is "the miracle of spirit possession."

So the players in this world made suggestions and let Heine improve the guidance function of myKara again and again, making it more like the guidance they had seen in Veritas.

Isn't this the same end result?

Melvin, who had mastered myKara, immediately went to the system store and saw the price of the "Soul Collector":

100 contribution points.

She also saw the price of the activation code and couldn't help wondering:

"William, where did you get the contribution points?"

"It's like this, mother. These days I joined a humanities and history entry compilation group called 'Silver Candle Society'. They are actually studying the history of four thousand years ago! I sorted out the information I got from the underground palace and submitted it. I completed part of the work and received 120 contribution points."

Melvin was immediately shocked: "Openly studying the history of four thousand years ago? This..."

She did not forget what was hidden under the underground palace.

"The best way to eliminate fear is to face it head on." Duoduo said seriously, "If we don't dispel this fog because of fear, then what's the difference between us and the people of Veritas? Instead of letting everyone fear an unknown mad king, Dictatura, it is better to uncover the fog surrounding him, reduce his divinity and halo, turn him into a living person, and let everyone know that he has been abandoned by history. Isn't that good?"

"Yes, mother." William also chimed in: "The president of the Silver Candle Society said the same thing. By the way, he is also recruiting researchers in the field of soul studies to form a 'secret law supervision committee' to formulate assessments and grade levels for soul knowledge. If you are short of contribution points, you can join this group."

Seeing the rare youthful vigor on William's face, Melvin couldn't help but smile.

She hadn't smiled so freely for a long time.

"I'll think about it." She nodded.

...

At the same time, the Court of Holy Light.

Alpite seemed to have had a long and beautiful dream.

In his dream, he returned to his childhood and saw his long-forgotten childhood playmates.

Although they are blurry, there is a kind of friendly atmosphere around them. The laughter and chatter that emanate from them from time to time are as cheerful as the tinkling of wind chimes hanging in front of the door, making people's souls light.

Finally, he stood at the intersection, waving to those blurry friends and watching them go away from him one by one. In the end, he was the only one left in the white world, and a ray of golden sunlight falling from above his head.

He woke up slowly.

He felt like he had no strength left in his body, as if he was falling apart.

But the mind is exceptionally clear.

"you're awake?"

A voice that sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember it for a while, came from the side.

He turned his head, until his view was blocked by the other person's tall figure, and then he realized belatedly -

It was as if my own perception had disappeared.

He turned back into an ordinary person without any supernatural powers.

Then he looked up at that face...

Hey, who is this black guy?