Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1083

Chapter 1083: Chapter 648: Are You Pregnant? Chapter 1083: Chapter 648: Are You Pregnant? The Serpent of Misfortune was indeed powerful, but that referred to its prime, seeing as the Dragon God used it to intimidate descendants, it wasn’t a simple being.

However, having lost its body and barely surviving in the void, and after having been beaten up by Ange transformed into the Dragon God and then sealed inside the Bronze Book, the Serpent of Misfortune couldn’t muster any defiance.

“Lord Nage, you can do whatever you want, just don’t hit me. If you really have to hit me, can you avoid the face?” the Serpent of Misfortune said with a sheepish grin, trying to ingratiate itself.

Negris curiously asked, “Did you learn this act from Lightning? Why do you sound as annoying as it does?”

“Lord Nage, you are truly wise; you guessed right away. You see, I usually don’t need to speak. When I occasionally communicate with my underlings, I use the Ancient God Language. The first time I needed to have a verbal communication was in the House of the Deceased, so I learned a bit from Lord Lightning. However, I don’t quite understand what you mean by ‘annoying.’ After all, Lightning is my only point of reference. What does ‘annoying’ exactly mean?” asked the Serpent of Misfortune.

“Like this.” Negris rubbed his hands together, squinted his eyes, and chuckled.

The Serpent of Misfortune suddenly realized, “So this is what being ‘annoying’ means? Brilliantly done, Lord, you are really ‘annoying.’”
Negris was taken aback for a moment. Did he feel like he’d been tricked? Was he just ‘insulted’?

He stomped the Serpent of Misfortune flat with his leg, then asked, “Now that you are in our hands, do you have any requests?”

The Serpent of Misfortune shook its head, “None at all, just don’t kill me. I’ll obey, I’ll do anything.”

“Why are you such a coward? Don’t you have some lines that must not be crossed? Draw those lines so we don’t accidentally cross them. Weren’t you very defiant before?” Negris said irritably, a too compliant enemy wasn’t challenging at all. Couldn’t it be a bit defiant, and then he could just turn and call Anthony to deal with it?

The Serpent of Misfortune blinked, “Lines? No, no, I have no lines. Just don’t kill me, that’s all.”

It wasn’t so foolish. Its earlier defiance was because it hadn’t been caught. Now that it had been captured, wouldn’t trying to act tough be essentially seeking death?

“Then, we want your body,” Negris said.

“Take it, take it. I’ll have Sinat clean it up, and then it’s all yours,” the Serpent of Misfortune said with flattery.

Negris was at his wit’s end, no longer amused. He said, “Offer your soul then.”

Without a word, the Serpent of Misfortune hurriedly presented a flame of the Soul Fire, its brisk and straightforward action made Negris wonder if Ange had caught the wrong snake. This didn’t seem like the same Serpent of Misfortune from before.

Unfortunately, the aura couldn’t lie. This was the same unruly Serpent of Misfortune that, even when driven to a dead end, thought of bartering.

Having accepted the Soul Oath, Ange couldn’t help but look up at the chubby ‘Serpent of Misfortune.’
Ange had not dealt with this fat snake, because it was huge, not much smaller than a shell. The gaps between its scales were like wide roads where carriages could run, and its body surface was home to a staggering three hundred thousand various creatures.

This number hadn’t even filled the entire surface; what limited the number of creatures wasn’t the living environment, but rather the availability of food and other resources.

With such an enormous size, occupying it was not something that could be accomplished in a short span of time, therefore Ange had not let it transform. Now, with the cooperation of the Serpent of Misfortune, it seemed possible to try and guide its transformation.

The complete form of the Dragon God, Ange had manifested it once in the consciousness space of the God of Light. That was the true Dragon God.

Clearly, the complete form of the Dragon God, like the Serpent of Misfortune and Nightmare Saya, also came from the Chaos Plane, a super life form that the void couldn’t sustain. The Dragon God had chosen to use a special method, transforming into the human form of the Dragon God and living in the Master Plane, while also cultivating the Giant Dragon Clan.

“Yes, exactly, but it entered, and just before leaving, it beat me up and did something to my body. When I woke up, I was separated from my body and couldn’t control it anymore,” the Serpent of Misfortune led the way, weeping about its tragic past and denouncing that unreasonable Dragon God.

“Why did it beat you up?” Negris asked.

The Serpent of Misfortune replied, “How would I know? Maybe it went crazy. Normally, we each occupy a part of the Void peacefully. Its actions baffled me too.”

Anthony speculated, “Maybe its method of entering the Master Plane has severe limitations, causing a decrease in its power. If it didn’t restrain you, once it entered the Master Plane, you might have harbored ill intentions, and it would not have been able to oppose you.”

“What kind of limitations?” the Serpent of Misfortune asked, puzzled.

“How should I know? I’m just guessing logically here. I thought you might know,” Anthony said, shrugging.

The usually quiet Ange suddenly interjected, “Ancestral return, degeneration.”

Everyone paused for a moment, including Negris, who didn’t understand the meaning of these words.

Ange bent his arm and struck a very strong pose, saying, “Ancestral return.”

Now Negris understood a bit, “Do you mean that the muscular form of the Dragon God is an ancestral return? And the humanoid Dragon God is a degeneration?”

Ange nodded, feeling a sense of relaxation throughout his body, then stretched his hand back into the Temple of Rest. If Negris still didn’t understand, he didn’t know how else to explain, which would be quite troublesome.

Everyone widened their eyes, including the Serpent of Misfortune, which had seen both of Ange’s transformation forms as the Dragon God. If the muscular Dragon God barely resembled a Dragon God, then the humanoid one looked nothing like one, to the point where it could be considered a Dragonkin.

“So ancestral return is returning to an ancestor’s form, and degeneration means it can’t even maintain the ancestor’s form?” the Serpent of Misfortune asked.

“It seems so,” Negris guessed.

“Has it gone mad? By degenerating like that, it couldn’t even maintain its eternal life. Wait, hold on, where is the Dragon God now? It didn’t… die, did it?” the Serpent of Misfortune exclaimed, shocked, then suddenly thought of something.

Negris nodded, “Yes, it’s been dead for a long time. Didn’t you know?”

The regret on the Serpent of Misfortune’s face was evident, “I thought it was just a lie spread by your Dragon Clan. How could a Dragon God, an Ancient God, die… If only I had known… If only…”

Negris was stunned, “You didn’t think the Dragon God was still alive, which is why you came back, did you? You initially intended to come back to offer your soul? Otherwise, you could have just left.”

“No, no, no, that wasn’t it. I just admired Lord Nage’s renown, so I came back to offer my soul, hoping to become your companion and conquer the Void together,” the Serpent of Misfortune said ‘sincerely.’ If it weren’t for the frustrated look on its face, Negris might have actually believed it.

As it spoke, it quickly moved toward the Serpent of Misfortune’s head, soon arriving at the location of the head.

At this moment, the Serpent of Misfortune’s entire body coiled up, its head resting on its stomach, and its tail wrapped around to form a ball, with the chubby belly at the core. Unless one got close, it was almost impossible to see the belly.

When they got close to the head, Ange suddenly looked under the head at the belly, glancing at the Serpent of Misfortune and tilted his head, “Are you pregnant?”

“You can see? Yes, but it failed, only a petrified egg remains,” the Serpent of Misfortune responded calmly.