Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1011

Chapter 1011: Chapter 580: It Would Be a Waste Not to Plant Anything Chapter 1011: Chapter 580: It Would Be a Waste Not to Plant Anything Anthony was in a panic, never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that one day he would be frantic because he couldn’t open a door, especially when he had never considered the possibility of being surrounded by a group of high-order undead, all waiting for him to open it.

If he had known it would come to this, he should have pretended to be exhausted and fainted earlier; then the task of opening the door wouldn’t have fallen on him.

Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret. How could he have guessed that such a grand temple would be revived yet still be locked out due to a door that wouldn’t open? It was embarrassingly awkward.

Why can’t the door be opened? You could preside over the revival of the temple, but the temple’s doors won’t open for you? What kind of priest are you?

Didn’t you say you could hear the voice of the Master God? Why don’t you ask the Master God to open the door? Or is it that you don’t want us to go in? Does the Undead God disdain us, these high-order undead beings? Or can’t you contact the Master God? Then what kind of priest are you?

The truth was, Anthony couldn’t reach his own Master God. But if everyone prematurely assumed that he was a “worthless priest,” then the image he had coincidentally crafted would be wasted, which was not conducive to his schemes.

What to do? Should he just pretend to be exhausted and faint now?

Just as he hesitated, indecisive, the great doors of the temple began to creak and gradually opened.

The Lord had finally returned. Anthony silently breathed a sigh of relief but kept his composure, putting on an expression as if he had known all along that the doors would open at that moment. He was the first to stride into the temple.

The undead beings and believers surrounding the temple followed him in.

Lanterns with blue-white phosphorescent lights started burning, illuminating the entire temple. The structure here was exactly like the Resting Camp; no need to think about it, it was certainly another one of His Majesty’s replicas.

Each palace had its prohibitions, but in reality, none of these prohibitions were activated, as Ange didn’t have enough energy. The undead could have flown directly into the palace from the sky, but they didn’t know that, and no one dared to.

The door was closed; climbing over the wall, without considering whether it was offensive, was simply due to the potential prohibitions that made all the undead hesitate and wait politely for the door to open.

Once the door was open, everyone followed the connected corridors leading to each palace, heading towards the areas that interested them.

At this moment, Kent finally remembered his duty and shouted loudly from beside the door, “The tall tower on the right is the Bronze Book Tower, the palace of the God of Knowledge. Devotees who seek knowledge may go there to perform rituals.”

“The Skull Palace on the left belongs to the Lord of Mourning. Skeleton Witches who wish to level up, warriors who long for unbeatable valor, may go there to perform rituals.”

“The two palaces in the back belong to the King of Construction and the Mind Witch, respectively. Those who seek the power to build or wish for peace of mind can check those out. The central palace belongs to the Undead God. Those who desire immortality may go take a look, but if you don’t wish to die, you better not go.”

The old men and women, who were about to rush towards the central palace, froze in place, bewildered they asked, “What do you mean by that? ‘Don’t go if you don’t want to die’? I’m going because I don’t want to die, I want eternal life.”

Kent rolled his eyes, saying irritably, “What is the Undead God? Obviously, it’s the god of the undead. He can only ensure that you live forever after you become undead… but you have to die to become undead…”

Before Kent could finish, Anthony yanked him down and shoved him away to who knows where, and in his place stood the dancing Saintess. She stood excitedly on the platform proclaiming loudly, “As long as your faith is strong, our Lord will surely fulfill all your wishes!”

“Do you see me now? Has someone seen me, right? Just a few hours ago, I lay on the carriage like a broken puppet, and now, my devotion has been seen by the Undead God, and I, I have been reborn!”

“As long as your faith is firm, My Lord can fulfill all your desires, youth, beauty, vitality, health, immortality, everything you can think of can be achieved because My Lord is omnipotent!”

With passionate tone, Saintess Seris repeated the highly provocative words taught to her by Anthony. Sometimes, the content of the words can be absurd because what they seek is absurdity itself, such as reclaiming youth, immortality, beauty, and performing seven times in one night.

If they were rational, would they pursue these things?

But the tone must be stirring, and if it can be combined with facts, it is even more persuasive.

What could be more convincing than a woman who had been paralyzed in bed, now vividly standing before them, waving her arms and dancing as she spoke?

The faithful flocked to the place they yearned for, and Kent had been pulled aside by Anthony to be rebuked, “You’re too unprofessional, what are you doing? You’re the Great Priest, how can you talk to the faithful with such an impatient tone? Smile, can you?”

“Not that kind of smile, a smile that’s benevolent but dignified, that’s warm yet awe-inspiring. Oh dear, learn from me.”

“Remember this expression; you are an Undead, solidify this expression, maintain it at all times.”

“Also, don’t say what can’t be done; the Undead God is omnipotent, even to make a stone come to life, My Lord can do it, I’ll show you later.”

“What is faith? Faith is the hope of the weak, and we of the Undead Temple originally had a tremendous advantage because in the face of death, everyone is weak.”

“With such a huge advantage, and yet you made it like this, if it weren’t for everyone knowing you, I would really like to throw you into the Soul Prison to temper you for a few hundred years.”

“Now forget everything you knew before, just remember three things, ‘My Lord is omnipotent,’ ‘As long as your faith is steadfast, everything is achievable,’ ‘Save me, my Lord.’ Got it?”

Under the urgent training of Anthony, Kent emerged, his face bearing a smile that was ‘benevolent but dignified, warm yet awe-inspiring.’
Kent was the Great Priest; maintaining a dignified smile was enough, but for spreading the faith, it still needed a passionate Saintess like Seris.

However, if Kent wasn’t the Great Priest, and everyone didn’t know him, Anthony would have removed him from the position a long time ago; he was completely unqualified as a religious swindler. Let alone spreading the glory of the Lord, if he were placed at the entrance of the Commerce Guild, he couldn’t even outshine the Minotaur women. With him as the Great Priest, it was a wonder how the Undead Temple could develop at all.

While everyone was busy, Ange had already embedded his thoughts into the Undead Holy Fire on the Holy Fire Platform, bringing forth the Undead God Status.

He felt himself become the temple, his consciousness expanding outwards. Soon, his awareness covered most of the grand plain, with one end even extending to the location of the Council of the Undead–the Eye of Eternal Silence.

He had long known that the temple had the function of expanding the range of perception, but he couldn’t test it within the Temple of Rest. Now that he tried, he found that the range had expanded so much.

Such a vast plain, it would be a shame not to use it for cultivation.