This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 182 - 169 The Most Faithful Believer

Chapter 182: Chapter 169: The Most Faithful Believer

Chapter 182 -169: The Most Faithful Believer

Encased within the shell of the artillery, Amberser felt only a strong thrust, accompanied by the piercing noise of air friction against the mithril casing.

Supersonic speed was a certainty, but Amberser had no means to confirm the exact velocity.

Fortunately, he had replaced his body with one made of mithril; otherwise, his bones would have turned to dust the moment the shell was fired.

The shell sped through the air, tracing a perfect arc before landing hundreds of kilometers away.

Amberser climbed out of the silver shell and checked his body.

There were a few minor malfunctions, as to be expected from being shot out of a cannon; some internal components had loosened and deformed.

But it wasn’t a big problem, Amberser now relied on dual-core power, and even dark magic power could drive bones that were missing pieces, let alone small deformed parts.

Amberser flew up to survey the terrain, reconfirmed his direction, then brought out the second magic conduction cannon.

This contraption was a beggar’s castrated version, the kind that falls apart after a single shot, so it wasn’t expensive.

Previously, Amberser might have been reluctant, but now with plenty of money, he didn’t care too much about tossing it aside.

He reloaded the mithril shell—this thing was expensive and not disposable. Amberser planned to ride inside this shell over and over until he reached his destination.

The second magic conduction cannon fired, and Amberser spiraled into the sky once more.

The shell landed within the anticipated range once again, and Amberser proceeded to calculate the angle and set up another disposable magic conduction cannon, repeating the previous operation.

In this manner, Amberser exhausted almost all his low-level materials, unable to remember how many times he had been launched but eventually, as the sun set, he caught sight of the vast sea.

The setting sun reflected off the sea surface, shattering the light into glitters of gold; the scenery was exceedingly beautiful.

Amberser took out the Necromancy Codex and sent a message in the group chat: “The sea at sunset is really beautiful, it’s been many years since I last saw it.”

“Dislike Humans: XXXXXXX!”

“Diga Ultraman: What’s wrong with you? I’m just saying the sea is pretty, how did that offend you?!”

“Dislike Humans: Bastard, I’m a vampire, why are you talking to me about the sunset!”

Amberser: …

He had accidentally forgotten that particular detail. Generally, once undead reached the legendary level, the effect of sunlight on them was minimal, and Amberser could walk under the blazing sun with little issue. However, vampires couldn’t do that, sunlight was like poison to them, and even legendary vampires would turn to ash under the sun.

“Withered Rose: You’ve made it to the seashore already? How come so fast?!”

Not long ago, Amberser had said he was in Laine Imperial Capital, and even if he teleported straight to the Emerald Dream Forest, he wouldn’t have reached the seashore this quickly, nor could he have flown there.

Amberser explained: “Just arrived, used a little trick to speed up the flight.”

Withered Rose sent a private message: “You’ve arrived earlier than expected, I’m afraid the mute’s envoy hasn’t arrived yet; you might have to wait a day or two.”

“Diga Ultraman: An envoy? This senior seems to have quite the influence. What exactly does she do? Living in the sea, which of the undead species is she?”

“Withered Rose: She hasn’t told me the details, but I guess it has something to do with the murloc species.”

Murlocs?

Kuotuo Murlocs, Sahara Murlocs, Conch Murlocs, Roca Murlocs… There were so many varieties of the murloc species, with huge disparities in strength and alignment. Which kind could this mute senior be, and why did she refer to herself as mute?

Unfortunately, Withered Rose knew none of these details, only that the mute senior seemed to be very welcoming of Amberser’s visit and had even sealed off the area of the sea where the Divine Artifact was located ahead of time.

Such a grand gesture suggested another queen-level figure was involved.

Since he had to wait anyway, Amberser decided to properly repair his body.

After several shell firings, the mithril mechanized body was struggling to hold up, with many parts damaged that needed urgent repair.

Amberser retreated into his personal space and began an extensive overhaul of his body.

Luckily when he had bought the mithril, he had prepared extra. Otherwise, even repairs would have been troublesome. Once forged, this metal was extremely sturdy, and melting it down for reforging was immensely difficult.

After fiddling inside his private space for most of the day, piecing things together, Amberser emerged as good as new.

Once he reappeared, he also donned a black cloak to avoid drawing attention with his conspicuous silver armor.

Nightfall enveloped the shore with darkness, but it was far from silent.

As the tide rose, many strangely-shaped creatures surfaced, each with an enormous fish head, thin arms and legs, and a large belly—so ugly they resembled big silver carps whose fins had turned into limbs.

Amberser recognized them at a glance; they were Kuotuo Murlocs.

Could it be that the mute senior’s envoy was a Kuotuo Murloc?

But Amberser carefully observed and found that this was not the case. These Kuotuo Murlocs clearly weren’t here to pick someone up; instead, after climbing onto the beach, they began to dig frantically around them.

Shell creatures, one after another, were dug out by them, their claws inserted into the crevices, and they could easily pry open the sturdy shells. After eating the soft flesh inside, they collected these shells.

They seemed to have a very special perception, no matter how deeply hidden the shells were, they could accurately locate them and then dig them out to eat.

After a hefty meal, the Kuotuo Murlocs began to pile sand into a bizarre tower and then decorated it with shells and seaweeds. From a distance, this strange pile looked like a grotesquely shaped human female draped in shells, with the head and claws of a small crayfish.

This was the deity of the Kuotuo Murlocs, Brivodoup, who, in terms of aesthetics, was as ugly as the murlocs themselves, definitely ranking in the top three of the ugliest deities.

Interestingly, according to the records in books, this “Mother of the Sea,” Brivodoup, originally did not exist. Her essence was just a broken human statue, which was then discovered by the Kuotuo Murlocs. Over the years, praying to the statue and decorating it with various marine organisms eventually brought this goddess to life.

One could say, she was a deity truly born out of faith.

This was thanks to a trait of the Kuotuo Murlocs, known as the “Deity Creation” ability, a race that naturally needs to believe in something.

For the majority of intelligent beings, faith is cultivated later in life. Humans, needless to say, can believe in any deity, all based on their own later choices. Even the Elf Tribe needs to be educated from a young age to believe in the Elven Gods, and Drows born underground are usually raised to believe in the twisted Rose Spider Queen.

Most people think that, without later cultivation, intelligent species are naturally atheists.

But the Kuotuo Murlocs are different; they seem to urgently need to believe in something from the moment of birth.

Since most Kuotuo Murlocs have a very low IQ, they may not have a complete inheritance, so some of them worship common benthic magic fish as deities, while others worship any slightly more powerful life they encounter, and their generated faith, like the most devout believers, can even be sensed by ordinary people and can be harnessed.

Many races have taken advantage of this trait of the Kuotuo Murlocs, like the Heart-stealing Demon, which turned a large number of Kuotuo Murlocs into its servants, enjoying the power of faith they provided. There are also some weaker monsters that conned a small tribe of Kuotuo Murlocs into worshiping them, and these murlocs would often believe them.

Despite these various benefits, the Kuotuo Murlocs also have a strange characteristic: they shape their deities based on their own imaginations. If they think you don’t look like the deity they imagine, they really dare to “trim” you to fit their vision.

The bizarrely twisted “Mother of the Sea,” Brivodoup, became this way because of the Kuotuo Murloc’s unique aesthetic sense.

Other deities dare not accept this group of “quality believers” for fear of being tainted by their strange faith, warping into another form altogether.

The goddess’s sand sculpture was now complete, and the group of Kuotuo Murlocs began their kneeling ceremony.

Ancient and strange tunes came from their mouths, accompanied by waves of red light, flowing into the Divine Idol. This was the faith of the Kuotuo Murlocs, already so powerful it was visible to the naked eye.

Amberser watched with a bit of envy. If he had a group of Kuotuo Murlocs as his followers, then the Golden Throne might be able to steadily replenish its gold. Anyway, he was a Lich and didn’t mind becoming more twisted. If necessary, he just needed to create a “body” that met the Kuotuo Murlocs’ aesthetic.

Amberser was the impulsive type and immediately began considering how to manipulate this group of Kuotuo Murlocs into becoming his followers.

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But his knowledge of the Kuotuo Murlocs was limited, and without enough information, catering to their preferences was difficult.

“How did those Heart-stealing Demons bamboozle the Kuotuo Murlocs in the beginning? Directly with mind-control spells?”

Amberser was preparing to flip through his collection of books to see if he could find some useful information when he noticed the statue on the beach beginning to change.

The red Power of Faith from the Kuotuo Murlocs started to converge, soaking the entire statue as if it were drenched in fresh blood.

Amberser could sense an evil presence emanating from the statue.

“Has the Mother of the Sea arrived? That can’t be right. This deity might not be very powerful, but it wouldn’t be this easy to summon.”

If any random shell sculpture could summon a deity, how would other religions survive?

It didn’t take long for Amberser to confirm that this was not a deity, because the evil presence that was being revealed lacked the divine pressure, the kind of air that would be above all creatures, it was rather counterfeit.

This evil aura did not have the dignity of a deity, but only pure bloodthirst and brutality.

When the crimson color covered the entire statue completely, the body of the statue suddenly swelled, as if pregnant.

Subsequently, a sharp scythe pierced through the belly of the sand sculpture, and a hunched, small figure emerged from inside.

This was a little creature wearing a red leather hat, half a head shorter than a dwarf.

This thing, it’s called a Red Hat.

When a life harbors intense murderous intent, in the place where the crime is committed, where blood has seeped in, a Red Hat will accordingly be born.

Red Hats appear like hunchbacked gnomes, but in reality, they are monsters from the Fairy Wilderness. Born with the impulse to kill the murderously intent culprit—their creator—they are then allowed to stay in this world after killing their maker, continually satisfying their perverse desires through murder and slaughter.

However, they are not without intelligence; on the contrary, Red Hats are capable of planning a tight and splendid murder, which for them, is replete with the ceremonial significance of blowing out birthday candles.

Amberser grinned upon seeing the appearance of this Red Hat.

Someone had gotten there first, duping these Kuotuo Murlocs to become his followers. That would make it much easier to snatch these Kuotuo Murlocs for himself.

The most straightforward way for deities to fight over followers is to wage a divine battle.

Still, if that mute elder is a Murloc, could he be related to these Kuotuo Murlocs… Never mind, no need to think too much about it. Since these Kuotuo Murlocs had already been bamboozled by the Red Hat, even if the mute was a Kuotuo Murloc, I would just be avenging him.

So much Power of Faith right before my eyes, it’d be foolish not to take it!