Chapter 166: Warship + Faith = Graveyard??

Hearing Silas's words, the knights in the sky immediately became excited.

The densely packed souls kneeling on the ground, however, were completely bewildered, not knowing what their god intended to do.

Silas rose into the air, reached out and grasped the faith power of these tens of thousands of people, looking at his dilapidated warship: "This warship seems to be a condensation of certain things. After injecting a certain amount of faith power, it can expand and restore its original appearance."

"What is its original appearance? A temple?" Silas thought, closing his eyes.

Using his authority, Silas clearly sensed the connection between himself and the warship through the blizzard surrounding it.

Then, with a wave of his large hand, faith power, like countless golden sands, sprinkled onto the warship.

Crack, crack, crack…

As the faith power seeped in from the ice on the deck, the entire warship emitted a piercing sound as if it were about to disintegrate.

The souls kneeling on the deck were very uneasy at this moment, trembling, afraid of falling.

"Everyone, don't be nervous, believe in the Lord's divine might!" Suddenly, among the golden souls, a voice rang out and spread around.

This voice immediately attracted the attention of the knights in the sky. Many knights turned their heads, indicating that this soul had great potential.

Silas was somewhat surprised to hear this voice. He turned to look and happened to see a middle-aged to elderly soul kneeling on the ground, speaking loudly.

"Is this a fated encounter?" Silas was very surprised in his heart.

Because this soul was none other than the instigator of the Bayne City destruction incident, Ron.

"Departed souls will lose many things from their previous lives. Problems caused by Spirit Vision will also be corrected by death. After all, the most powerful purification effect in the world is death; almost all negative effects can be dispelled through death. I don't know what state Ron is in now."

"Let's not bother with him for now. Let's deal with the warship; it's too crowded."

Then, he increased the injection and fusion of faith power.

The entire faith power acted like a catalyst. After being injected into the warship, the ice on the warship could be seen gradually seeping into the deck, while the grey-black deck rapidly expanded like a swelling sponge.

In just a short while, the entire warship's volume increased tenfold!

"What's going on?" Even Silas was extremely surprised by this scene.

Just as the numerous souls were feeling happy because the space had become larger, they suddenly found that the deck beneath them was rapidly decaying.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, it transformed from wood into pitch-black earth.

Pfft… Bang!

The next second, all parts of the entire warship completely decayed and suddenly exploded like a giant balloon.

This explosion was very fatal, sweeping up all the souls on the ship, as well as the knights and spirit wolves outside.

Silas's expression remained normal, but there was a strange look in his eyes.

"How could it be like this?" Silas muttered to himself.

Awoooo…

When the warship exploded, the Wolf King suddenly let out a howl. Its body transformed into countless cold winds and merged with the surrounding blizzard, completely enveloping the exploding warship.

Instantly, a giant sphere, so large it was suffocating, appeared.

Silas floated calmly outside, as if everything was under his control.

Raising his head, Silas's gaze fell on the very top of the entire sphere.

That was where the temple floated.

The temple seemed to be one with the bell, not something connected to the ship.

After losing the warship, they floated there calmly, seemingly waiting for something, or an instruction.

Here, after that white sphere had brewed for a while, the entire round sphere began to rapidly flatten, as if it were about to become a large pancake.

And the blizzard enveloping the outside gradually dispersed. It seemed that those black things had absorbed the essence of the blizzard. The current blizzard had lost its gales and snowflakes, merely turning into a patch of grey mist.

And in the middle of the mist, the previous warship was gone, replaced by a stretch of pitch-black land.

Yes, it was a stretch of pitch-black, irregularly shaped land.

This land was very vast; its usable area was hundreds of times larger than the previous warship.

At this moment, spirit wolves, warriors, and souls all stood on the black land, curiously looking at the surrounding mist.

In the very center, the temple in the sky slowly descended, perfectly embedding itself in the slightly raised area in the middle.

Silas followed, descending from the sky, and stood on the cold, pitch-black earth, looking at the mist-filled surroundings.

These mists offered no obstruction to Silas, as if they were part of his body.

Rustle…

At this moment, the ground suddenly began to writhe violently.

A dozen seconds later, a large number of tombstones emerged from beneath the ground.

These tombstones were not made of stone, but of cold ice. Their individual shapes did not resemble tombstones; they were more like icicles.

They were inserted into the ground crookedly, looking very casual.

There was nothing on the tombstones. With his current vision, Silas didn't know what use these things had.

"Whose tombstones are these?" This wasn't the first time Silas had seen these things.

The moment the warship disintegrated and exploded, Silas's expression had turned strange. It was then that he discovered that within the huge warship, there were actually a large number of ice tombstones. They were arranged there in a soldierly fashion, seemingly being transported, or sent back, or perhaps placed.

Silas couldn't understand the meaning of these things.

Silas looked around and found that the vast black earth was covered in these strange ice tombstones. "There are quite a few, at least several thousand. However, the current area is indeed large. Even with so many tombstones inserted, there is still plenty of empty space."

At this moment, it could be seen that tens of thousands of souls were kneeling there neatly, very loosely spaced, facing him.

On the other side, the spirit wolves, led by the Wolf King, were no longer circling outside as before, but were sprawled together in groups, like a pack of beasts awaiting orders.

The warriors stood in front of the souls, holding their weapons and kneeling on the ground, awaiting their master's new command.

Silas looked around and sighed inwardly, "Although the area has been greatly expanded, this atmosphere always feels wrong! Swirling mist, intimidating spirit wolves, a ground full of graves – this is no different from a graveyard!"

Speaking of this, Silas had another thought, "But it seems to be right. I myself am the Wild Hunt who abducts souls and commands the undead. It would seem very out of place for someone like me to sit in some resplendent, glorious grand temple. This atmosphere, this mist, from the current perspective, still fits my identity quite well."

"However, these graves seem to have just appeared. In the future, with the continuous infusion of faith power, it can still be upgraded and evolved. What will it become then? It won't change from a graveyard to a public cemetery, will it?"