Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 606: Chapter 339: The Deep Foundations of the Undead Empire_1

Negris had never accompanied the Undead Army in battle, so she naturally didn’t know what logistics were, and even thought undead didn’t need logistics.

“You could do without logistics, but good logistics is combat power, you can’t go to bed in the middle of a fight, can you?” Durken said.

“Good point, the lack of logistics is the issue with Harvey and the Great Sage from the Land of Fallen. If they had enough Soul Crystals, the relentless assault could wear down the humans.” Negris agreed wholeheartedly.

While they were talking, Little Zombie and Little Angel had already turned over all the tents, exposing the boxes inside. Ange’s eyes swept past them, and with the Ring of Balance simultaneously weighing, a specific amount was quickly obtained.

“Nine hundred boxes, one hundred thousand per box, ninety million.” Ange said.

“We’re rich, we’re rich.” Negris excitedly said.

Ange currently has around a million followers, belonging to the Undead God, the Goddess of Beauty, and the stolen portion of the Followers of Light and the Harvest Believers.

On average, each person donates a Faith Elemental Force equivalent to about a fifth of a Soul Crystal per day. Of course, this is an average; some people give more, some less. For instance, someone like Oke can give dozens daily.

Most people donate sporadically, sometimes more, sometimes less, sometimes not at all. After all, God is only a spiritual sustenance, not the entirety of life, and after a hard day’s work, who has time to pray.

In this respect, the Church of Light does a better job, as prayers are mandatory before every meal, so the faith is usually quite devout with the stimulation of the scent of food.

As for the other gods, they lack consistent rituals, and without long-term stimuli, the devotion of many followers is on the decline.

Take the Harvest Goddess for example, during the harvest month, the number of Soul Flames is very high every day. But once the harvest festival is over, the number of Soul Flames drops continually, hitting rock bottom, and only increases during the next sowing and harvesting season.

People won’t remember the Harvest Goddess until it’s time for the harvest.

All in all, Ange’s daily harvest of Soul Crystals is around two hundred thousand. The Soul Crystal here is just a unit of measure, and not the physical object offered by the followers.

These ninety million Soul Crystals are equivalent to Ange’s income for four hundred and fifty days – indeed, it’s an overnight fortune.

“There’s one, a strange thing.” Ange pointed at a box pile in the distance, where there was a box larger than those holding Soul Crystals.

Upon opening it, it revealed something akin to a standing windmill.

“Durken, you made this didn’t you? What is it?” Negris looked at it for a while, but couldn’t recognize what it was, so she had to ask.

“It’s a witch’s windmill. Not my work, it’s the witch’s, and it can gather the Soul Energy from the surrounding space and refine it into Soul Crystals.” Durken replied.

Negris was shocked: “Refine Soul Crystals? Soul Crystals can be refined through a machine?”

Durken shrugged, “I’d like to know too. The witch’s creations never follow the rules, you’ve got to ask her to know how she did it.”

“Where am I supposed to find her to ask? Can’t even find a bone of hers, so why not just start the windmill and see how it refines?” Negris suggested.

However, Durken shook his head: “I don’t know, the witch’s methods are always very strange, there is no fixed pattern, and sometimes traps are set. Don’t mess with it or you might be blasted into the sky if something goes wrong.”

Negris who was about to turn the windmill with her small claws immediately retracted her hands.

“So what should we do? We can’t just leave it here. A device that can refine Soul Crystals, if we could start it up, wouldn’t we have a steady supply of Soul Crystals?” Negris said with a sense of loss.

“That wouldn’t happen, as Soul Energy is not infinite. Once the Soul Crystals in this area are refined, it will stop.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Upon saying this, Durken paused, and continued: “As for whether it can be turned on, you can look around. The witch likes to prepare engineers for her creations. See if there’s a mechanical engineer wrapped in oil paper around there.”

Mechanical engineer? Negris was baffled. She looked around doubtfully and indeed found an oil-paper wrap buried in the ground near the boxes. She opened it up and it turned out to be a completely intact humanoid Mechanical Construct.

Just around 1.6 meters tall, the humanoid Mechanical Construct had four arms, with a tool belt around its waist. It was wearing glasses, and the left lens seemed to have a magnifying effect.

This style, no need to ask, of course, was an engineer.

Negris looked back at Durken, how was this Mechanical Engineer supposed to be activated?

“I do know this. Turn it over, see the slot in the back? Look in the tool belt around its waist for a winding arm, take it, insert it, and wind.” Durken instructed.

After winding for a while, there was no response…

“Could it be out of energy?” Durken speculated.

Now it was Ange’s turn. He placed his hand on the Mechanical Construct and infused it with Soul Energy, then Negris continued to wind.

A mechanical sound of gears turning echoed inside the Mechanical Construct. Slowly, its eyes lit up. A ‘beep’, and it moved, stretching out its arms onto the ground and slowly getting up on its own.

Slowly turning its head, the Mechanical Construct’s eyes scanned everyone’s faces. Upon seeing Durken, it produced a mechanical sound: “Lord Durken.”