Chapter 157: Praise of Life

「Over the next few days.」

The Undead continued to attack on schedule every night. Each time, they were repelled by Li Ye. Afterward, Li Ye and Fiona would charge into the Undead Mist, wreaking havoc and bringing back some prisoners…

The Skeleton Monarch was not in a hurry at all.

Since he wasn’t in a hurry, Li Ye naturally wasn’t either. He was content to drag things out and wait for his skills to be ready.

Through one victory after another, Li Ye solidified his identity as the Savior. He washed away the discordant voices that claimed Aragon was just hiding in the rear, using the search for the Child of Destiny as an excuse to indulge in pleasure.

…

The shadow of the Undead loomed over the hearts of all the races. The populace desperately needed a victory.

Every one of Li Ye’s victories was written about in grand fashion and widely publicized to boost the public’s morale.

By now, Li Ye’s prestige and status had long surpassed that of the three emperors and the Forbidden Mages. He had become a true god in the eyes of the people, reaching a point where if he said, “I don’t eat beef,” the Beastman Race would be tempted to slaughter every last minotaur.

Therefore, his words were the will of a Divine Spirit.

No matter how absurd, they would be carried out.

Besides, the Purifying Cloth really did play a decisive role in the fight against the Undead.

This was because every Undead “freed” by Fiona had been brought back, bound in the Purifying Cloth by Aragon.

It even led to a popular rumor: without the purification from the Purifying Cloth, it would have been impossible for Fiona to awaken the consciousness of the Undead controlled by the Skeleton Monarch.

That’s right.

The credit for the Little Leather Whip’s work was brazenly attributed to the roll of paper, causing its Demon Qi to surge even further.

Of course, this was mainly due to how perfectly Li Ye had handled the preliminary work.

Back when he first started promoting the Purifying Cloth, he had already told everyone that using it as a burial shroud could purify the souls of the dead, allowing them to enter the Divine Kingdom…

…

Food and sex are basic human nature.

Reproducing is an instinct and a natural drive for every race.

The Rope Binding Technique that Aragon taught them was merely a way to add some spice to their games.

Moreover, behind this fun lay a great mission: using the power of new life to fight the evil Undead. Procreation was thus imbued with sacred meaning.

Therefore, even without any government policies to enforce it, the Binding Art spread quickly.

Every couple of child-bearing age was happy to contribute their own strength to the fight against the Undead.

Even those past their child-bearing years were willing to give it their all and try one more time.

The Elves and the Beastman Race worked twice as hard. Compared to humans, they had a greater need for the Purifying Cloth to expand their populations.

Of course, there wasn’t enough Purifying Cloth to go around.

The imitation Purifying Cloths lacked the softness and durability of the True Purifying Cloth. The various races had to settle for the next best thing, replacing the cloths with ropes, which in a way was a return to true rope binding.

However, they would wrap the ropes in a layer of imitation Purifying Cloth to give themselves some psychological comfort.

For a while after, pamphlets and murals promoting the Binding Art were everywhere.

In the Alliance’s rear, the sound of orioles’ songs could be heard everywhere.

The alchemists were even working overtime, researching and developing a more resilient Purifying Cloth…

Nowadays, more and more types of Purifying Cloth were appearing on the market.

Some were for cleaning, some for shrouding corpses, some for curses, and some for binding…

In two months, the roll of paper had penetrated every aspect of life for the people of the Otherworld. Its level of adoption had even surpassed that of Earth.

After all, the Purifying Cloth was said to hide Gandalf’s secret, so everyone was keen on studying its mysteries.

With so many people researching it, new functions were naturally discovered.

…

Outside Hoshan Fortress, countless creatures of the Undead Race, captured by Fiona, were hanging on display.

The Purifying Cloth shielded them from the sun overhead.

The daily entertainment for the soldiers at the fortress was watching them get whipped by Fiona and appreciating their enraptured expressions, never tiring of the spectacle.

A light and cheerful atmosphere filled the entire fortress. It had been a long time since they had faced the Undead directly.

Lord Aragon had blocked all the Undead assaults for them. Moreover, His Lordship was helping them improve their strength every day.

There was no need for cultivation or Meditation. As long as they endured His Lordship’s attacks, their strength would increase naturally. It was truly the method of a Divine Spirit.

No one could dislike an Aragon like this.

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“You stupid woman, Aragon has completely stolen your spotlight! He’s just using you,” the Little Leather Whip complained incessantly in Fiona’s mind. “Once Aragon goes to war with the Skeleton Monarch, you’ll definitely be the cannon fodder he sacrifices.”

“Impossible. He promised that as long as I go all out in the battle against the Skeleton Monarch, he won’t kill me,” Fiona wrote on a piece of paper. It was the only method of communication she could think of to evade Li Ye’s senses. “He was telling the truth. He didn’t lie to me about this.”

“Are you sure he promised you that?” the Little Leather Whip sneered.

“…” Fiona froze abruptly.

Every Time Traveler has an excellent memory. All her conversations with Li Ye flashed through her mind, and she was horrified to discover that Li Ye had actually dodged her question.

Aragon had never made a direct promise. The color drained from Fiona’s face in an instant.

“Idiot,” the Little Leather Whip said. “If I were you, I’d definitely escape when he fights the Skeleton Monarch.”

“Where could I possibly escape to?” Fiona scribbled on the paper. “I’m no match for him at all. You know how powerful he is.”

“The Skeleton Monarch is more powerful than him,” the Little Leather Whip said. “Haven’t you noticed? If Aragon was confident, he would have charged into the Undead Mist and finished off the Skeleton Monarch long ago, instead of constantly provoking him from the periphery.”