The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 319: Holy Bones

"...maybe there are special items or objects that we didn't notice that caused me to be left behind, not participate in the ceremony, and the dedication went smoothly, but we didn't notice it?"

Porphys reluctantly repeated Citalopram's words.

This long and complex sentence is too difficult to understand for a ghost named Zhangyu who is only over a thousand years old.

After all, Citalopram does not know Elvish.

The two of them can have a conversation only because Citalopram, as the half-dead daughter, can talk to all ghost spirits. But this dialogue itself is still very reluctant...

As a user of the descendant language, Citalopram can basically understand the words of Porfis; while Porfis listens to Citalopram, which is basically equivalent to using artificial intelligence translation software for simultaneous interpretation communication. of.

Citalopram repeated it twice more, and Porfis finally understood what Citalopram meant.

Porphys tilted her head, lost in thought: "If I must say..."

"Really?"

Seeing Porphys sinking into deep thought, Citalopram asked in surprise.

She just followed Si Anke's instructions and asked tentatively.

It seems that something was discovered in the first sentence?

"Maybe there is..."

Porphys bit her thumb and thought with a frown on her face: "I don't remember very clearly... Come with me."

"Oh, by the way, Porphys."

Citalopram struck while the iron was hot: "I came here to collect a magical material called 'Frost Whisperer's Eternal Frozen Blood'. Do you know where to find it?"

"Do you have any friends who want to become Frost Whisperers?"

Porphys was a little surprised: "You need to have the element affinity of the frost field, right?"

"He should be fine."

Citalopram answered uncertainly: "He is the heir to the Principality of Winter..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Let alone the Principality of Winter, I don't even recognize it even the Kingdom of Winter..."

Porphys said helplessly: "What I know about the outside world now is the chats of the little wizards who come here..."

"Then do you know Grandma?"

"...cold-blooded lady, I definitely know."

Pofisi said with some nostalgia: "My mother even collected a portrait of my grandmother before. I saw that painting when I was a child. The grandmother in the painting can move, talk and roar. In our time, only Ya Weng could paint this kind of moving painting... Can you do this now?"

"...No, at least I haven't seen it."

Citalopram was silent for a while before replying "No" against his will.

She almost said, "Yes, I see them every day, but we usually call these movable paintings gifs."

"Well..."

Porphys looked at Citalopram with some suspicion, obviously seeing Citalopram's wavering and hesitation, but she cleverly avoided the topic and continued: "Later, in order to store the holy bones, my mother, Sold the painting to a dragon...in exchange for forty active dragon blood."

"What are holy bones?"

Citalopram suddenly heard a term that he had never heard of or even seen on the forum.

Under the prompts from Dove and Si Anke, the number of players watching her live broadcast suddenly increased sharply.

Like the old man in the monitoring room, Annan, who had several windows lined up in front of him, also focused his attention.

——He had never heard this word before.

Sounds a bit like a holy relic or something...

"It's normal that you haven't heard of this. I've only heard of it once or twice."

Poffy replied without any hesitation.

She glanced at Citalopram, thought for a while and asked: "Do you know anything about the saints of your time?"

"...No, I don't understand at all."

Citalopram shook his head.

Porphys made a grimace: "Do we have to start from the beginning... You always know the principle of the curse, right?"

Should I know... or should I not know?

"...Ah, I roughly know."

Citalopram paused and replied softly.

Porphys breathed a sigh of relief and then explained: "Generally speaking, saints refer to those great sages who disclose their curses to everyone. Because there are so many secret keepers, their souls Hardly eroded.

"But not all people who disclose their curses can become saints... because many people do not disclose their curses because of their outstanding willpower and excellent moral character. More often than not, it is because of them Insignificant in themselves, even because their spells are difficult to exploit.

"If they want to become a saint, they must first reach the 'dyeing' position and complete the dyeing of the soul. After that, they will perform the contract of the saint and integrate the holy bones into their own bodies.

“Every time the number of secret keepers increases tenfold, the increased erosion rate in nightmares or when using forbidden powers will be reduced by half; and because they protect themselves with the power of the oath, they can also resist the curse from the ritual. The resistance will be increased, and the extraordinary beings born based on the power of the curse will find it difficult to cause harm to the saints.

"In this technology, the holy bones themselves will also provide the saints with powerful power - the power stored in the holy bones from the saints of previous generations."

"...sounds strong."

Citalopram is a bit exciting.

It's a bit like...a magic seal?

But Porphys shook her head: "It is indeed very strong, but holy bones are very rare. In our time, there were only six holy bones... and not everyone can identify with the holy bones.

"If the saints deviate from the holy contract, the power gained from the holy bones will be lost. And if the saints continue to follow the holy contract, they will... gradually be feared by others."

"...why?"

Citalopram feels a little strange about this statement.

If the saints are the strongest supernatural beings who make their weaknesses known to the public and walk on the earth in order to purify nightmares... people should love them more than fear them.

Porphys sighed and explained: "The theme of the Holy Skeleton will not change, but in order to gain the recognition of the Holy Skeleton, a sacred contract must be established that can convince the Holy Skeleton. You can understand it as... The holy bones are a kind of 'heritable' divine status.

"The original holy bones are what were left behind after the death of a sage who, after his own truth was completely perfected, voluntarily gave up the sublimation ceremony and disclosed the curse. The holy bones are the crystallization of the soul and the book of truth. The subsequent saint skeletons are just the sages of later generations repeating the deeds of these sages.

"For this reason, the concept held by the Holy Skeleton itself cannot be completely positive. The Holy Contract was created to restrain this curse, the highest level of curse...the ultimate form of the power of 'Oath' .

"At the end of the sublimation ceremony, the gods will also make a sacred contract. But they usually only tell their own popes about that sacred contract, and it is passed down by the popes from generation to generation. But the saints will Make your holy deed public... But no matter how beloved a saint is, there will always be opponents.

"For example, there was a saint in our time, and the theme of his holy bones was 'mercy'. And he himself was indeed a good person...even a bad person. Even if he was an enemy, He will also forgive them and try to save them; he would rather endure the suffering himself than save others from hell... He crossed the living desert and arrived in the empire, with the purpose of helping more people."

"Sounds like a great guy."

Citalopram said.

She added in her heart: "I always feel like there are still three apprentices around me."

"But the holy contract he made was 'I swear never to kill anyone'. And he was eventually angered by a very excessive evil person... The moment he had the intention to kill, the holy skeleton was Abandoned him."

...It sounds like the judgment of this holy skeleton is a bit silly.

Or should we blame this benevolent saint~IndoMTL.com~ for making a holy pact for himself that was too harsh?

Citalopram frowned slightly, not knowing what to say.

She was silent for a while and then asked: "So, the holy bones here..."

"...Do you remember what I just said about the origin of the first holy bones?"

Miss Porfis asked rhetorically.

Citalopram's heart moved and he was surprised: "No way..."

Porphys nodded and admitted straightforwardly.

"What my mother got back then was the first holy skeleton in history.

"——Its attribute is, 'justice'."

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