Undead God: I Can Extract Everything

Deep within the Unusual Holy Light Church in Fern City.

With the fall of the enormous Stitched Monster, the soul-shattering wails of 180,000 tortured souls were unleashed, yet again sending Dean McKenzie deep into his own Conscious Space.

However, this was far from a good thing.

Dean’s consciousness was like a tiny flat boat, nearly obliterated in an instant by the stormy sea composed of the desperations of 180,000 souls.

Indeed, had it not been for Dean’s Spiritual Power being as high as ten thousand, coupled with his Mental Fortitude, a C-level characteristic, his consciousness would have been dispersed on the spot.

And this was the most insidious part of the ritual before him.

The initiator of this terrible ritual sacrificed the lives of 180,000 people to seal Crohn’s corpse and the power of the Wraith Scourge.

And trapped the souls of these 180,000 people within it forever.

Once someone ruptures the first layer of the ward, the colossal Stitched Monster, the souls of these 180,000 tortured spirits form the second line of defense.

They would burst out instantly, and if the target’s consciousness was obliterated, they would be assimilated by the 180,000 tortured souls and become one of them.

Despite Dean remaining resolute at the moment, not losing his consciousness to the first wave of spiritual assault from the 180,000 tortured souls, his current condition was far from good.

The laments of 180,000 souls kept charging at Dean like tidal waves.

The wave after wave of wailing caused significant damage to Dean.

What was even more terrifying was that the wailing was not all Dean had to face!

“The power of Holy Light? Are you a Holy Light Knight? I believed so faithfully in you, in the Holy Light, why are you doing this to me?”

“Please, spare my child! I can endure being trapped here forever, but please let my child go!”

“This is the Holy Light’s test for us, hangin there, and we will embrace the Holy Light!”

180,000 tormented souls, 180,000 different voices.

Some were hysterical, some pleaded miserably, some were filled with resentment, some advised with endless patience.

But what was common amongst all of them was their desire to negotiate with Dean, to pour out their hearts to him.

Considering the current state Dean was in, these 180,000 souls existed in his consciousness space.

This meant that everyone could communicate deeply with him.

This forced Dean to bear 180,000 different voices, 180,000 different emotions.

This was undoubtedly killing him.

Dean’s spirit and consciousness could not hold up for long in this state.

Shortly after, Dean found himself slipping towards ruination, towards collapse!

As Dean’s consciousness gradually crumbled, gradually collapsed, a long sigh resonated.

“Did not expect to meet you again, kiddo, it’s been a while!”

Accompanying this voice a gust of wind seemed to blow at Dean’s side.

In an instant, all the noise surrounding Dean was blown away.

Peace returned after a long absence.

For the first time, Dean realized what a blissful state tranquility was.

Dean was so bewildered that he pondered it for a while before he woke up from that state. He found an unfamiliar man standing before him at that moment.

A man dressed in a luxurious long robe, looking to be in his forties, and with an unusually warm demeanor.

Crohn!

Dean recognized him instantly. After all, part of his memory was with Dean!

The moment he noticed him, Dean instantly went on alert.

After all, this entity before him had once schemed against him.

“Sorry about last time.”

Dean’s vigilant posture made Crohn scratch his nose.

Crohn’s apology didn’t lessen Dean’s vigilance.

However, considering his current environment, unless he gave up the mission and left, Crohn seemed to have become his lifeline just as he had appeared abruptly and helped him break free from the barrage of 180,000 tortured souls.”

With some hesitation, Dean greeted him, “Weren’t you dead?”

“I should have been, but Holy Karen saved me!”

“Holy Karen?”

“The Archbishop of the Holy Light Church in Fern City. The ritual you are witnessing now was presided over by him. He had two purposes for doing all this: one was to deal with my Wraith Scourge and the other was to resurrect me?”

“I don’t quite understand!”

Dean squinted, “Why would he rescue you?”

Crohn replied, “Of course, to get a clue to something from me!”

Dean squinted his eyes, “That so-called Heart of the Blasphemer fragment?”

“You know? Oh right, Elisa has a fragment as well…”

“Wait!”

Just as Crohn was saying this, Dean’s face changed abruptly, “What you just said, he saved you to get the Crystal Heart from you, did he succeed?”

“I don’t know, but I think, he probably did!”

Otherwise he will never let go!”

“So, the matter of Elisa having the Crystal Heart…”

Crohn nodded: “Chances are, he knows it, too!”

Hearing this, Dean McKenzie’s face grew gloomy.

This was not good news.

Judging from the other party’s actions, that Holy Karen is a person who would definitely pay all costs to achieve his goals, once he knew about Elisa having the Crystal Heart, regardless of whether the whole Pink City would be razed to the ground.

Looking at the grim-faced Dean McKenzie, Crohn also realized something, nodding again saying: “I’m sorry!”

“Apologizing now is of no use, I want to know if there is any way to solve my current problem!”

“Of course, there is a way!”

Crohn explained: “This ritual is for the resurrection of the one who sealed me, implying, I am the absolute center of this ritual, once I die the ritual would collapse due to lack of support. Then you can untangle yourself from this state.”

Upon hearing Crohn’s plan, Dean Mckenzie’s eyes couldn’t help but roll.

“It’s a good plan, but I don’t seem to have anyway to carry it out!”

“You can’t, but I can!”

Crohn looked at Dean McKenzie: “Do you remember the ‘Rebirth of the Dead’ spell I used on you?”

“You want to do it again?”

“No, that spell can only be used once, if it fails, I cannot use it again!

But even if I cannot use it, you can!

You can reverse it and use it on me, like this!”

As Crohn spoke, he stepped forward.

Dean McKenzie, wary, wanted to step back, but found he could not, a powerful force had locked him in place.

While Dean McKenzie was immobilized, Crohn approached him, grabbed Dean McKenzie’s hand and lightly pressed it against his own forehead.

“What are you trying to do?”

Dean McKenzie’s face turned gloomy, but he was not in panic.

After all, he still has this last resort, he can retreat if necessary!

After all, Dean McKenzie’s level is already at 80, which already meets his preset goals!

However, Dean McKenzie did not leave immediately, but instead held his hand back, looking at Crohn, wanting to see what trick he was playing.

The next second, a system message refreshed before his eyes.

[Crohn Merlin The Dead Ola (Soul) has used the ‘Rebirth of the Dead’ spell on you, the skill failed and backlash occurred!]

The system instruction refreshed before Dean McKenzie’s sight.

Then, Dean McKenzie saw Crohn’s soul become dim, and then a surge of power flowed from Crohn into Dean McKenzie’s body.

As soon as this power entered Dean McKenzie’s body, Crohn’s gentle voice sounded again: “This backlash will cause my soul and spiritual power to flow towards you!

If you choose to enhance your spirit, your spirit will drastically increase at this moment.

However, I do not suggest you do this; one’s spirit is better to be one’s own.

I suggest that you can use my soul energy to enhance a skill!”

Before Crohn’s words had fallen, the system message refreshed again before Dean McKenzie’s eyes.

[Crohn’s soul power has been poured into you. How do you choose to use this power?]

While the system message refreshed, a properties panel appeared before Dean McKenzie’s eyes.

Above it, his [Spirit] and all wraith-based skills were flashing.

Seeing the scene before his eyes, Dean McKenzie finally believed the Crohn in front of him really was sacrificing himself, which made Dean McKenzie’s gaze towards him complex.

“Don’t look at me like that. This is my apology.

For some reason, my mental state is problematic, leading me to do what I did to you, to do what I did to this city.

But in any case, the error was mine, I must bear the responsibility.

If I stay alive, the souls of the 180,000 people will be forever imprisoned here, decaying with me, and I can’t bear this guilt.

I also don’t want to be forever imprisoned here, so I choose to end myself this way!

This is for them, for you, and for myself!”

Crohn’s backlash came quite fiercely, and his figure also quickly became thin.

After speaking, his whole person was in a translucent state.

Looking at Crohn in this state, Dean McKenzie was somewhat silent.

After all, in his consciousness space, he could feel Crohn’s emotions.

Sorrounded by regret and shame, Crohn really wanted to use this method to atone for his sins.

Dean McKenzie then thought of the diary he saw deep in the heretic reformation facility, after a moment of silence he finally said: “This isn’t entirely your fault, if I were you, if I had experienced what you experienced, I might have gone even madder!”

Dean McKenzie’s words left Crohn startled, he seemed not to have expected that at the end of his life he would receive such forgiveness, he couldn’t help but have tearful eyes: “Thankyou, and, goodbye forever!”

“Pop!”

The next second, Crohn burst like a balloon, a massive amount of soul energy and information bombarded Dean McKenzie…