The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 175 - 163: The Wisdom Crystal of the Borderland Triu

When An Su led the recruited saints to the city of chaos,

the cheerful and charming voice of his beloved rang in everyone’s magic communication, warm as the sunlight on an afternoon in spring, making hearts feel snug and cozy.

"This is the chaotic northern frontier, welco to my world, this is where I work, my precious little prince."

Returning to the Chaotic Frontier after three days, the scent of blood covering the entire city had not yet fully dissipated.

The ruined streets were piled with bloodstains that could never be washed away, desolate tube-like buildings intermingled with collapsed magic towers, while black crows flapped their wings up and down, pecking away at the rotting flesh of nobles.

There was not a single citizen on the streets, all the streetlights were extinguished, and the whole city was enveloped in darkness and decay.

This was a place thoroughly beyond the reach of the law.

Although the scene before their eyes was grim, with Miss Yue’er’s (Moon) company, even the air of the Chaotic Frontier was sweeter than that of the imperial capital.

Only I must have received the magic communication from the goddess.

Everyone thought so in their hearts.

An Su, dressed in the pure white robe symbolizing the Nether Bishop, turned his head, looking back at these citizens with a gentle smile.

In just the span of a week, he had recruited seventeen Third Order prospective deacons, thirty Second Order saints, and nearly a hundred initial stage novices into service. An Su felt quite satisfied with his ability to indoctrinate as the offerings from the seven churches were all-encompassing.

Looking at one shiny bald head after another, Mayor An Su’s smile grew even more radiant.

In the past week, he had used his "Judgnt of Light" dozens of tis. With more and more chiefs of the Holy Light being born, An Su’s understanding of baldness had reached an almost transcendent level.

He even had a blind confidence that, unless soone was more handso than himself, he could shave them into baldness, even if it were a god.

With so many citizens, Mayor An Su now had the confidence to build the Chaotic District... to construct the church.

The first step was reconstruction.

He arranged for the veterans of the Alchemical Church to rebuild the city hall, tasked the mbers of the Druid Court to plant so greenery, and had the bright brothers from the Radiant Holy See stand in the streets as human-shaped street lamps... After several arrangents, he was running a bit short on manpower.

Outstanding perforrs could be rewarded with an hour of conversation with Yue’er or Miss Sun.

An Su had already replicated a copy of the Painful Esoteric Sect’s Alchemic Magic Circle, inscribing it around the city hall, allowing him to recycle the pain provided by the saints. The higher the level of the saints recruited this ti, the higher the quality of pain provided.

Therefore, more hands were needed to further recruit more saints.

Lister’s nightly encounters for chatting and hooking up were not efficient, and while Arthur’s door-to-door distribution of small cards was novel, it was ultimately unsustainable. The thods of fraud... I an, indoctrination, should keep up with the tis.

Their techniques were too outdated.

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An Su must co up with a more ingenious thod, so that he could build the Chaotic District.

Ever since he copied "Judgnt of Light" from His Excellency rlin, An Su had gained quite an understanding of the God of Law’s most proficient magical path—"plagiarism"--and gradually applied it to practice.

But An Su was still An Su, he had further developed his own path of magic—"stitching."

"Open and Aboveboard," "Spatial Distortion," "Friendly Exchange," these three initial stage magics, if you take a segnt of the magic circuit from each and stitch them together, you can create a new magic spell.

Stitch in the Mother Goddess’s Summoning Magic "Life Offering" as well.

Throughout the week, An Su had been trying under Bone’s guidance, failing ti after ti but persevering with each attempt.

Stitching together four magic circuits at once is very difficult for a novice.

The first to the third are initial stage magics, while the fourth to the sixth are interdiate stage magics; he was attempting to create an interdiate stage magic directly.

Fortunately, An Su had the experience of copying divine-level magic, and after his soul had been crushed countless tis, it had beco quite resilient.

"Life Offering" could summon the undead,

Spatial distortion could create a virtual form,

Friendly exchange could create a virtual sound,

And acting openly allowed light to follow a person’s body, moving with their actions...

These characteristics, they all could form that thing of legends—the most evil and terrifying creation.

This magic would be the crystallized wisdom of the Borderland Triumvirs!

For magic adaptation, knowledge and concept are everything, as long as one can understand the principle of the concept, one can manage to write it, and Nether had thoroughly comprehended that concept.

Four magic circuits buzzed in the air, their light growing ever more dazzling, slowly entangling and rging with each other, as the starlight in Nether’s eyes beca increasingly brilliant.

[Resurrection of the Dead]

[Interdiate Stage Common Summoning Magic]

[Magic Power Consumption: 2 (per hour)]

[Effect: Summon low-rank undead from the river of life by capturing movents with light, restoring and modifying their forr bodies by twisting surrounding light, altering air vibrations to simulate voice, resurrecting souls that spread through the magic web.]

[Note: The undead cannot defy the summoner; they have no mories, no magic power, no physical form, representing the person with the strongest resentnt towards the spellcaster before death, only one person can be summoned]

[Remark: Mr. An Su Moningsta is a necromancer of the Life Esoteric Church, and through his years of research, he believes virtual life is also a rare branch of life]

Nether expressed his dissatisfaction, he clearly wanted to spread the splendor of Holy Light, why classify himself with the Church of the Mother Goddess of Life?

This style was rather strange.

The necromancers of the Life Esoteric Church summoned skeletal armies, a vast pressing mass, an undead calamity crushing everything in its wake, leaving no grass alive.

The specially produced necromancer from An Su summoned a virtual dance troupe, a mass of wailing, the virtual idols crushing everything, leaving grass springing up where they passed.

There was a sense of humor in the comparison.

Regardless, he finally managed to create this complex magic, making it worth the week’s ti he spent.

Summoning the undead with the deepest resentnt was rather easy to understand; the deeper the resentnt, the stronger the connection, the easier to summon, which was the sa principle for common undead summoning skills.

Since he had created it, he had to try it out quickly.

Nether recited this newly acquired interdiate stage magic, as a sinister and frightening soul’s aura trekked from the river of life. He rubbed his hands with anticipation, watching the soul erge from the underworld.

He wondered who it would be.

After all, there were plenty who hated An Su, enough to form a long queue if they were to wait their turn.

The rank of interdiate common magic was still too low, as it could only summon one; when An Su’s level increased, he’d be able to summon a girl group.

From now on, every enemy he killed could be added to An Su’s virtual girl group.

As the magic progressed, anomalies gradually occurred.

Nether heard one after another dark growl by his ear, the resentnt so deep it was nearly tangible, calling out a na over and over, the low-rank undead had no mory, only repeatedly growling due to the resentnt etched deep within their souls.

The first thing that caught his eye was just a white skeleton, it had no mory and no consciousness.

The light began imdiately capturing its movents, Holy Light refracted and twisted continuously, restoring its appearance from before death and making certain alterations.

The vibrations of the sound also twisted, turning from the original deep growl slowly to the clear voice of a young girl, as pure and clean as a mountain spring.

Nether’s pupils contracted slightly, it turned out to be this person who had won the resurrection contest!