Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1003

Chapter 1003: Chapter 572: Can’t I Disrespect You? Chapter 1003: Chapter 572: Can’t I Disrespect You? Kent floated listlessly in place, angrily saying, “I am an Undead Saint, I am an Undead Saint, do you know that? Do you?”

Negris, not understanding, asked, “We know, what about it?”

“You know, so why can’t you show me some respect? Attacking without even a greeting, do you even take me seriously? As a saint, I passed out before even getting a good look at you all, you’re shameless,” Kent ranted.

Negris was stunned, Anthony was stunned, Feiti Durken and the rest were all stunned, only Ange wasn’t, holding the Little Angel in one hand and Wuga in the other.

The two mischiefs actually managed to get together. The Little Angel had Wuga ‘summon’ enemies for her to fight. With a rat-a-tat of Holy Light Flash, Kvada–it was the Illusion Territory, not a Summoning Technique.

After hesitating for a while, Negris asked, “Is it not okay not to give you face?”

“Friend, that’s too much. We’ll run into each other again, and without giving me face, you’re not giving face to the Undead Temple. I won’t give you face in the future either,” Kent said.

Negris was a bit taken aback, “Did you misunderstand something? Who do you think we are?”

“Hmph, even calling over Wuga, who else could you be? Didn’t Gust tell you that I am the most petty, most vengeful, and most face-conscious person there is? Let me tell you, if it weren’t for Wuga who just happens to restrain me, it wouldn’t have been so easy for you to capture me,” Kent stated indignantly.

Now everyone understood; Kent had misunderstood.

Negris’s eyes twinkled mischievously, hurriedly gathering everyone to whisper.

After understanding what he was up to, Anthony rolled his eyes and said, “You really have a wicked sense of humor, I like it.”

Everyone walked back, surrounding Kent with an ominous presence.

Anthony slapped his chest, Holy Light flowing over him as he displayed the Pope’s tiara, then said ‘menacingly,’ “I am the Pope of Light, why should I give you face?”

Kent was stunned. The Pope of Light?

Seeing his reaction, Anthony asked, “Haven’t you been in touch with Gust for a long time?”

“You… how do you know? It’s been more than a year since I last contacted Gust. When did the Church of Light get a Pope?” Kent said distractedly.

It was the Little Angel’s turn. The Little Angel arched its back, sprouting six wings, and with its tiny hands, struck a pouncing pose before roaring like a big cat, “Aoow~”
Its cheeks puffed out, looking incredibly cute.

Negris rolled his eyes; so cute yet not at all intimidating.

It reached out and summoned a Bronze Book from Ange’s body, which flew up and turned into a giant book, thudding down in front of Kent.

“The… God of Knowledge!?” Kent’s form solidified significantly as he stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

“Eh, you recognize me?” Negris expressed surprise.

“Of course, I do. I was your Priest in my life before. After I died, I was transferred to the Undead Temple. Oh my God, it’s unbelievable, I am actually meeting you, the all-knowing God of Knowledge,” Kent couldn’t help but float over, materialized hands reaching into the pages, grabbing Negris’ Giant Dragon illusion and shaking it vigorously.

“So it is. What a coincidence that is. Why were you transferred anyway? Can’t an Undead be my Priest?” Negris asked curiously.

Kent said, “No, it’s not that. It’s just that as the divine presence becomes less apparent, fewer and fewer people believe, and then I got laid off. I only got transferred here, sigh, the Undead Temple isn’t faring much better, and I reckon I’ll be out of a job again soon.”

Negris blushed furiously within the pages of the book, stuttering without knowing what to say.

“By the way, God of Knowledge, how did you end up mixing with these servants of Light?” Kent asked, puzzled.

“Roar!” The Little Angel angrily stepped forward, ready to spread its wings, but Ange quickly picked it up just in time.

Kent looked at Ange in shock, “What deity is this that treats the Supreme Holy Spirit like a little chick?”

“Heh, I’ll tell you who he is in a minute. You just mentioned you’re about to lose your job again–what’s that about?” Negris asked.

“What else could it be? It’s obviously because the divine power isn’t showing. In all these years, the Undead God hasn’t shown even one miracle. It’s all just legends passed down by word of mouth. Over time, people’s faith has waned, making the Undead Holy Fire weaker each year, and the festival sees fewer people each time. If this keeps up, when the Undead Holy Fire is extinguished, I’ll be out of a job,” Kent complained.

“Hehe, perfect. Take a look at who this is?” Negris said.

Ange revealed his Undead God Status, and in the moment his godly nature shone, the Undead Holy Fire at the distant festival site soared several feet higher.

“No…Undead God? Are you the Undead God?” Kent was astonished. Although he spoke as if asking, his heart was certain because at the moment the God Status was revealed, he felt as if the Master God was calling him.

This was the perception of the faith network that he had developed over the many years as an Undead Priest, which was very sharp and clear.

Why would the Undead God be here?

“Weren’t you guys in the Divine Realm? Why are you here?” Kent asked, confused.

People said what was expected of them, and the story was already agreed upon.

Negris laughed: “The Undead God has unified the Divine Realm, conquered the Church of Light, humans, Dwarves, Giant Dragons, Elves, etc., and now hearing the Undead King’s plea for help, we have come. And you see, who is this?”

As he said this and pointed toward Feiti, they witnessed Feiti reveal his Mourning Soul and Purple Gold Skeleton.

You can deceive people with anything else, but not with the soul and skeleton.

“Mo…Mourning Lord? Is it Lord Locke?” Kent asked with a trembling voice.

Compared to Ange’s status as the Undead God, Feiti’s Mourning Soul was even more frightening. Serving the Undead God himself, he wouldn’t be scared of his own deity; however, the idea of the Lord of Mourning was truly terrifying.

Feiti said gruffly, “All you know is Locke, huh? No, I am Harvey.”

Well, the good student Feiti may not have learned much else, but he certainly picked up the bad habit of impersonating others.

“Oh, I’ve met Lord Harvey. So, you received His Majesty’s plea for help and came to assist? You are here to save His Majesty?” Kent asked, both shocked and elated.

Negris nodded, “However, after we arrived, we discovered something. You guys don’t seem very loyal to His Majesty the King. There are quite a few who are up to some tricks.”

No sooner had Negris’s words fallen than Kent spoke angrily, “I knew it! You must be talking about Giant Hand Baru. That guy has a rebellious spirit; he’s definitely the one scheming behind the scenes, isn’t he? Take me with you, I’ll help teach him a lesson.”

Giant Hand Baru? That naming style sounds familiar. Could it be: “This Giant Hand Baru you’re talking about, is he a Mourning Lord?”