Chapter 369: Chapter 227: Can a Stupid Skeleton Create Its Own Magic? _2
Although he said that, the wraith voluntarily drifted towards the relay tower.

Watching the spectral figure of the wraith disappear into the distance, the demon’s expression slowly grew serious, thinking to himself:

“If you knew that among that pile of stuff there was something that could accelerate life, you’d probably demand to see the car. What rotten luck. How could I run into these guys again? Fortunately, he’s a wraith. He won’t be affected by the haste of life, and he’s also a powerful magic tutor. I hope he doesn’t end up thoroughly suppressed like those bug trainers.”

While the wraith and the demon were conversing, Ange and his group arrived under the relay tower. From quite a distance away, they could see a witch standing on her toes, staring wistfully. Upon seeing Ange and his group, she greeted them as if she were greeting her family and rushed over.

Of course, this was her reaction before she saw them clearly. Once she did, she stopped confused, “You… Are you that poor?”

Five fellows riding one horse, you’ve got to be pretty poor to pull something like that off.

“Huh? Not poor, oh! Our horse is powerful.” It took a moment for Negris to process the question. Then, floating up, he patted the horse’s bum, saying.

Just as the words left his mouth, the horse kicked him square in the body, sending him flying off like a ball, “Who are you calling a horse!”

Negris flew back, fuming, “I will deal with you later!” Turning to the witch who had greeted them, he said, “Hello, we’ve come to take over the relay station. My name is Nage, and what’s yours?”

The witch looked Ange and his group up and down, her eyes full of suspicion and disbelief, “My name is Holcuk. Are you really here to take over for me? Can you handle it?”

Having wished for a release for so long, Holcuk was only asking out of formality. Whether or not the newcomers could handle the job was none of her concern. Once she verified the identities of Ange and the others, she led them into the relay tower without another word, heading straight for the top floor.

Can you imagine what it feels like to watch over a tower in the middle of nowhere for thirty years only to have someone else come to replace you? You would not want to stay a second longer, right? That is exactly how Holcuk felt after being there for three hundred years.

As for whether someone might deceive her, or do something to the relay spirit, she wasn’t worried in the slightest. Once you understand what a relay spirit is, such concerns seem impossible.

The relay spirit is the most valuable thing in a relay tower. It is essentially a spiritual being without intelligence. However, its soul strength is incredibly high, dozens of times stronger than high-ranking undead such as wraith saints or golden skeletons.

Yes, dozens of times.

The range covered by a golden skeleton’s thought is at most a few kilometers, but a relay spirit can cover as far as forty kilometers.

Thanks to the relay spirit’s long-range coverage, within its thought coverage range, messages sent out via communication domino can reach all areas covered by the relay spirits.

But if you ignore these functionalities, a relay spirit is essentially a super spiritual body that can cover a range of forty kilometers with its thoughts. Want to harm it? It could possibly explode your soul just by glaring at you.

If the relay spirits were intelligent, they would definitely become a very scary group of entities in the Undead Empire.

But the most, most, most critical reason why nobody dares to mess with them is because they are Harvey’s subjects. Although they lack intelligence, they do have memory. Whoever harms them, gets remembered and reported to Harvey. Heheh, say your prayers. The Lord of Mourning has taken note of you.

So Holcuk really didn’t think that anyone would harm a relay spirit, unless they didn’t want to live. As for her as a watchman, her job wasn’t to protect the relay spirit, but to feed it soul energy periodically, replenish its daily consumption, and keep it working every day.

Otherwise, these unintelligent spiritual bodies, they love to sleep. Without anyone giving them orders, they could easily fall asleep.

The group arrived outside a door in the midsection of the high tower, and Holcuk searched around until she found a switch under a pile of cobwebs. Embarrassed, she said, “I haven’t used it for hundreds of years, I almost forgot where it was.”

After cleaning the dirt off the switch, Holcuk pressed it hard. Uh, it was stuck.

“It can get stuck?” Negris curiously looked over. The global relay station had not been used for more than a thousand years but never got stuck. Both the teleportation array of the Undead Temple and Demon Valley broke down, but once they were given soul energy, they auto-repaired.

He never saw a construction of the undead empire getting stuck that has this auto-repair ability.

Awkwardly pressing hard, then harder, and harder still, Holcuk, if still alive, would probably be sweating profusely. It took a great deal of effort to finally press down the switch. He muttered, “It’s been unused for so long. After you take over, remember to oil it every few decades.”

As the switch was pressed, the entire relay tower gently vibrated. After a while, they all suddenly noticed that the strong spiritual presence above their heads quieted down.

In reality, everyone could feel the strong spirit of the relay tower from the moment they approached it. Except for Ange, everyone else felt quite oppressed. Even Little Angel, who was usually hopping around, had calmed down quite a bit. Now, this oppressive feeling had disappeared.

With the disappearance of the oppressive feeling, a ball of grey fog, almost silently, started drifting from the bottom of the tower, slowly moving up along the body of the tower.