NOVGO.NET Chapter 3334: Making Use of Him
Chapter 3334: Making Use of Him
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Shadow God, the trading rights with churches in other cities have been successfully activated. We can now trade with other churches."
Adam watched Olivia leave, muttering to himself, then slowly turned and continued farming Netherworld creatures.
These days, Adam was like an emotionless machine.
Every day, aside from brief rests, he almost exclusively moved between the Holy Spirit Temple, the church temple, and the academy’s inscription room.
Farming Netherworld creatures, accumulating points, exchanging for more soul warrior spirits, farming Netherworld creatures faster, earning more points—this cycle repeated endlessly.
By now, the number of heroic spirits had accumulated to tens of thousands.
"Hmm, well done."
Fang Heng glanced roughly at the number of soul warrior spirits and spoke directly into Adam’s mind, "The approval for the previously requested areas should have come through. The remaining plots need to be traded with the other churches as soon as possible."
"I understand."
The fusion passage between the Death Realm and the Netherworld lay on an unassigned, unguarded plot.
What Fang Heng had to do now was gradually expand the Netherworld plots managed by Church No. 177, spreading outward until the fusion passage of the Netherworld was included.
Afterward, starting from the fusion passage, the expansion would continue outward.
The complication was that many of these plots were already under the jurisdiction of other churches.
Fang Heng would need to exchange plots through trade agreements.
In his mind, one-to-one plot exchanges, along with reasonable compensation, would not be too difficult to push forward.
"Alright, let’s begin. Summon the soul warrior spirits, and we move southwest."
"Yes!"
Adam tore open a bundle of sacks beside him, dumping out the densely packed holy orbs.
Fang Heng immediately activated the orbs with his mental strength.
Instantly, countless soul warrior spirits poured out from the orbs, their bodies clad in dark-gold holy armor, forming a continuous mass. In the dim Netherworld, they became a rushing flood of dark-gold, charging southwest.
Directly toward the Death Realm fusion passage.
Five hours later.
A thick aura of black fog gradually appeared ahead.
They had arrived.
Fang Heng’s eyes brightened with excitement.
After more than a week of preparation, it was finally time to take formal action.
Adam also noticed the dense black fog ahead, a hint of surprise in his eyes.
What was this?
When had the Netherworld produced such strange black fog? It was never mentioned in any textbook.
Before Adam could question it, the voice of the Shadow God echoed in his mind.
"Adam, tell these believers that Netherworld creatures will continuously attack here. I need you to use all your strength to protect this area. Do you understand?"
Adam’s mind paused for a moment as he looked at the twenty-five people following him.
These individuals had been carefully selected by Augustine to assist him. Most were mid-tier martial artists, trained from youth by the City Lord’s mansion, and loyal only to Augustine.
"Understood."
Adam and the surrounding martial artists soon felt violent tremors from beneath their feet.
What was that?
Looking up, they saw dense magic arrays appear on the black wasteland.
Thick black fog poured rapidly from the arrays.
As the arrays rotated faster, giant black spires slowly rose, piercing toward the sky, reaching over thirty meters.
Pillars of Black Fog!
Due to their vast number, the spires formed a forest of dark towers stretching as far as the eye could see.
"Chi! Chi chi chi chi!!!"
The dense aura of death visibly spread outward from the spire forest.
Adam felt a renewed shock in his heart.
How terrifying was the power of the Shadow God?
The next moment, stimulated by the black fog, a large number of Netherworld creatures surged toward the spire forest.
Tens of thousands of soul warrior spirits immediately charged toward the approaching waves of evil spirit skeletons.
Fang Heng floated behind Adam in his soul body form, squinting slightly and muttering softly, "It seems the number of soul warrior spirits is still insufficient. They alone can’t handle this."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the next instant, a dense horde of Lickers emerged from the space fusion passage, weaving through the gaps of the black spire forest to join the battlefield.
Lickers could not harm soul bodies, but they could block many corporeal undead creatures, using their bloody flesh to impede the enemies’ advance.
Seeing this, Adam’s interest was piqued.
What kind of creatures were those?
Were they also controlled by the Shadow God?
...
Days passed.
Another week went by.
Branches of the city churches gradually noticed something was off.
It all began with Church No. 177.
Previously, the KPIs set for each church every half month were low.
As long as one did not slack off, completing them was easy.
But suddenly, Church No. 177 under Nois had begun aggressively pursuing its KPI.
A stubborn fool!
Nobody knew why he suddenly went crazy, working desperately to push the KPI. The KPI of Church No. 128 was eight times higher than other churches, a clear cliff-like lead.
As a result, the central church recently raised the KPIs for everyone.
Other churches complained bitterly.
Nois, usually immersed in research, had little contact with other churches. With sufficient research funding recently, many previously shelved experiments were restarted. Nois buried himself in the research room, completely self-isolated.
Other church leaders could not reach him, leaving them frustrated but powerless, focusing instead on managing the Netherworld.
Caleb, instructor of Church No. 181, had been stressed by the KPIs these past days.
This meant he needed to spend more effort and points on the Netherworld.
"Report: a trainee oracle claiming to be from Church No. 177’s temple requests an audience to discuss plot exchanges."
Huh? Plot exchanges?
Nois was at it again? Sending an academy apprentice to handle it?
Caleb frowned, thinking, and waved, "Bring him in."
"Yes."
Adam, waiting at the door, entered the room and bowed to Caleb. "Instructor, I represent Church No. 177’s temple and hope to exchange a few neighboring plots with you."
"Oh? Is that so?" Caleb had no interest in plot exchanges and asked, "Where is your instructor? Why are you coming alone?"
"The instructor is fully focused on research lately and has entrusted me with all matters regarding the Netherworld."
Caleb was momentarily stunned, then asked, "You mean you’ve been handling Netherworld affairs recently?"
"Yes."
"Hmm?"
"Of course, all under the teacher’s authorization."