Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1023

Chapter 1023: Chapter 592 Oh! There’s Wisdom Chapter 1023: Chapter 592 Oh! There’s Wisdom Confirming there was no switch for the Resting Wind here, Gust began to hurry people along, “Move, move, move. This is the Land of Slumber for the king; we shouldn’t linger here. The device to control the Resting Wind is probably not here; let’s look outside.”

Everyone started to walk out, leaving behind only two somewhat perplexed Golden Skeletons, as well as a tuft of cat fur and a small bottle of pure water hidden in a secret crevice.

No one knew how much time had passed when space suddenly flickered and a huge ball of fluff tumbled out, startling the Golden Skeletons greatly. Just as they were preparing to attack, Ange’s party incessantly emerged from the fluff.

“It’s a good thing His Majesty didn’t set any Prohibition here; otherwise, it would have been too troublesome to bring Tom,” Negris said. With no outsiders around, the Little Yellow Dragon could also make an appearance.

Ange now commanded a plethora of spatial transfer methods, including spatial teleportation and delivery, as well as the big cat’s dimensional travel and Tom’s Pure Water Transfer.

The big cat’s dimensional travel was the most convenient, quiet and on a large scale, allowing everyone to be transferred in at once.

Tom’s Pure Water Transfer was quiet too, but it could only come in on its own. Once here, it had to set up a Delivery Magic Circle, and only then could everyone be delivered. It was much more troublesome.

However, there were concerns that His Majesty might have laid down Prohibitions here, which could make dimensional travel unusable. Pure water was also brought, a bottle’s worth, but had gone unused.

At this moment, Feiti raised his hand to say, “Wait a minute, let’s clarify one issue before we go any further. What if it’s not His Majesty? Those two Mourning Skeletons said that the king above is not their king, but they recognized Lord’s finger bone. Does that mean the Undead King recognized by Gust and the others might actually not be our His Majesty?”

Everyone nodded in agreement, “Exactly, let’s clarify that first, but how do we do it?”

All eyes turned to Durken.

Durken shrugged his shoulders and walked toward one of the Farm Boundary Monuments, saying, “How come none of you are surprised at all? If the king above is not our His Majesty, this is a very serious matter. How can you all seem so calm?”

Negris responded irritably, “I know you want to see us shocked, and then you would reveal your discovery to enjoy our astonishment. But do you think we’re all that stupid? We’ve noticed your expression long ago. You must have discovered something.”

Feiti nodded in agreement, but Anthony shook his head, “I didn’t notice Lord Durken’s expression, but by deducing from various clues, one can guess. It’s unlikely His Majesty would be so weak as to be trapped by an Annihilation Warlock. The one trapped in the Annihilation Boundary now, I guess, is not His Majesty, but I can’t figure out if it’s Giant Hand Baru or Steadfast Locke.”

Durken slumped completely, bereft of the opportunity to impress since everyone was as sharp as a tack.

“It’s Locke,” Durken said disinterestedly.

“Locke? Really Locke? How do you know it’s Locke? And Anthony, how did you deduce it was Locke?” Negris asked in surprise.

Anthony shrugged, “Because Locke came to this Plane with His Majesty, and he wouldn’t die that easily. If he’s not dead, where would he go? Obviously, this somewhat weak Undead King seems more like Locke than His Majesty; His Majesty isn’t that weak.”

At this point, Anthony glanced at Ange and added, “If it really was His Majesty, would he let the farms here go to waste after stacking more than a dozen steles to overlap Dimensional Spaces? Surely he’d plant something, right? Even if he doesn’t farm himself, there’d be some farming skeletons, right?”

Negris slapped his thigh, “That makes sense.”

Would a Monarch who had created a farming ground inside the Temple of Rest just to occasionally farm himself allow so many fields to go to waste?

What a joke. An old retired farmer couldn’t sit idle; he would plant things in every nook and cranny. Would the Undead King, even more idle than an old farmer, allow such good farming grounds to lie fallow?

Unless His Majesty didn’t live here, or the one who lived here wasn’t His Majesty.

At that moment, Durken approached the stele, grabbed two sides of the Boundary Monument, and pulled it out forcefully. Cradling it with one hand, he pointed to a row of secret inscriptions on the edge, “Lord Nage, can you recognize the inscriptions here?”

Negris flew over to take a look, identifying them as he spoke, “Hard … God, world, I don’t recognize these in the middle; you never taught me.”

“Hard, bone, identifier from, Gods, plural, that is, multiple Gods, world, do you remember this symbol? It was hanging in the Skeleton Palace. To sum it up, ‘Steadfast Bone Locke, from the Divine Realm,’” Durken explained.

“Uh, so does this mean that the House of the Deceased, the Undead Temple, this place, were actually built by Locke? Not by Your Majesty?” Negris was astonished.

“Not necessarily, some were built by His Majesty, but later taken over by Locke. Those things that are unchanged, that copy everything exactly, even down to not altering the Highest Power Mark like the House of the Deceased, are very likely built by Locke. I initially thought His Majesty was too lazy to change them, but now it seems, it’s probably Locke who was lazy,” Durken explained.

Anthony suddenly thought of a question, “If you clear out the Undead buildings from various periods and find those that are exactly copied and those that are modified, and then draw a timeline based on the time of construction, could you determine when exactly Locke took over from His Majesty?”

“In theory, yes, but what if His Majesty was also lazy?” Durken shrugged.

Everyone felt helpless, knowing that with His Majesty’s character, such a thing was very likely to happen.

After moving aside the second Farm Boundary Monument, a piece of ‘ancient’ land was revealed in the overlapped Dimensional Space.

“Stacking multiple dimensions requires skill to maintain the corresponding balance. The entire multi-dimensional space can stay interconnected, but if you don’t know the sequence of balance and dismantle it recklessly, it could lead to a dimensional collapse, and the whole space would disappear without revealing what’s beneath,” Durken explained.

Upon this exposed piece of land, there was a huge hole. As everyone was walking down, Ange flew first to the hillside, stuffing the Mourning Skeleton into the Divine Realm.

The moment the Divine Realm closed, the Mourning Skeleton emitted a puff of black smoke and then was completely purified by the Divine Realm.

Just as they entered the huge hole, everyone’s eyes were dazzled; the Breathing Soil solidified the whole space, and ‘divine’ artifacts were neatly arranged one by one, sealed within the Breathing Soil.

Ange’s chest light of God Status suddenly lit up, and at the same time, a corner of the place also brightened. Curious, Ange reached out his hand and whoosh–a Longsword, a triangular shield, and a horn flew out.

“The divine artifacts of the Goddess of War and Protection? The Shield of Protection, the Sword of War, the Charge Horn–could it be that everything stored here belongs to the fallen gods’ equipment?” Anthony said in shock.

With curiosity, Negris asked, “How do you know their names? I don’t even know them.”

The God of Knowledge doesn’t know the names of these pieces of equipment, so how could you, a heretical preacher, know them so well?

Anthony smiled awkwardly, “I’ve been visiting libraries and such places around the world to see if there’s anything needing preservation, so I’ve collected quite a bit.”

Negris was stunned for a moment before realizing, “Ah, spit, you mean you preserved them in your hands, right? You’re a thief, a book thief.”

“No, no, no, how could books be called stolen? I was worried they were being improperly stored, so I took them for safekeeping,” Anthony said without a hint of embarrassment.

As they were whispering and quarreling, the three divine pieces in Ange’s hands turned into light and retracted into the God Status of War and Peace.

Usually, when Ange activated the Guardian Barrier, he used a normal sword, or sometimes he didn’t use a sword at all, and conjured it with empty hands, but that was rather draining of Divine Power, and only he could afford to do so due to his ample Divine Power.

After a pause, Ange fiercely stimulated his power, and numerous imprints popped out on his body.

There were the sheaf and sickle imprints of the Undead God, the Bronze Book Imprint of the God of Knowledge, the gaze and sheaf imprints of the Harvest Goddess, and also of the Goddess of Redemption, the God of Farming, the Goddess of Beauty… it was dazzling to behold.

Ange revealed all the divine seals he could control, and various divine artifacts in the entire cave immediately lit up a dozen or so pieces.

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Correspondingly, the imprints of the Undead God, Harvest Goddess, and Goddess of Redemption also lit up, but everyone’s attention was focused on the God of Knowledge’s imprint because the Bronze Book-like seal was also emitting light at the moment.

Negris pointed to his own nose, “There are also my divine artifacts here? When did I have weapons? I am a Giant Dragon; my claws, breath, and wisdom are my weapons, oh! And wisdom.”