Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1141

Chapter 1141: 705 Chapter 1141: 705 Everyone swarmed over, eyeing the coward with curiosity. Among the many Ancient God Hunters present, their interest in the Light of Creation was the greatest.

Especially since they’d gotten a piece of the Mourning Flesh transformed from the Light of Creation from the Little Demon King, everyone became even more curious about him.

Moreover, this guy seemed to have a personality that looked like… he was easy to bully, and it felt almost rude not to take advantage of it, undermining the infamous Little Yellow Dragon’s reputation.

Negris said, “Don’t be afraid, as long as you obey, we won’t kill you. But we can’t guarantee we won’t beat you up. I heard you’re called the Light of Creation and can create anything. Can you create an Abyssal Big Mouth?”

The Light of Creation glanced at him, then looked around at everyone before finally fixing his gaze on Ange, asking cautiously, “Undead Ruler, if I create an Abyssal Big Mouth, will you let me leave?”

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m the one talking to you, what are you looking at him for?” Little Fat Dragon got upset.

How come all these people had such keen eyesight? It was not the first time, and it seemed like anyone could accurately identify Ange as the one in charge among a crowd of people. Why? It’s not like ‘Master God’ was written on Ange’s forehead.

The Light of Creation glanced at him disdainfully, clearly conveying that ‘your words don’t count’.

The Light of Creation obviously didn’t understand that ‘better to offend the Master God than the lackey,’ because while the Master God might not bother with trifles, a lackey might not be so forgiving.

“Heh heh, I’ve got my eye on you, Ange, don’t agree to his request,” the Little Yellow Dragon remembered him, planning to make life difficult for him later.

Ange shook his head.

At the right moment, Anthony interjected, “Can you really create an Abyssal Big Mouth?”

The Light of Creation gave him a look, but then clam up and didn’t answer.

“Lord Locke, please beat him up. I can’t beat him,” Anthony immediately stepped aside to let Locke take his place.

“What, a coward is worth me taking action?” Locke muttered, but he quickly moved to act. Anthony had made it too appealing, pleading and admitting defeat. It would seem wrong for him not to lift a finger.

Locke lunged at him, and a flurry of fists and bangs followed before he was sent flying back.

“This…” This was a bit awkward. The courageous and invincible Locke couldn’t beat the Light of Creation?

However weak the Light of Creation was, he was still an Ancient God Hunter. Unless using the Annihilation Boundary, it was difficult for Locke to gain the upper hand, and it was uncertain whether the Annihilation Boundary could contain a god capable of creating anything.

“I’m just not used to this body, and the Lord refuses to return my original bones. Feiti, help me out!” Locke said awkwardly, attempting to save face.

Not just Feiti, but Harvey also joined in, and the three Mourning pressed down on the Light of Creation and started to pound away.

“Stop, stop, I’ll talk, I’ll talk. Give me two planes, crush them together, and the huge amount of energy they produce could allow me to create an Abyss, but whether it turns into an Abyssal Big Mouth is uncertain. Throughout the million years of Void, countless planes have collided, but there’s been only one Abyssal Big Mouth,” the Light of Creation explained.

“You need external force to create it? So if we lock you in a place where there’s no external force at all and then weaken your power, couldn’t we just trap you?” Negris asked curiously.

The Light of Creation’s expression changed drastically.

Anthony immediately followed up, “Then let’s lock him up and starve him for a while before we talk.”

“No, no, no. I surrender, I surrender. I declare Lord Ange as my master, please accept my loyalty,” the Light of Creation hurriedly said, offering a ball of thought flame.

Ange tilted his head, sizing him up. Inside the Mourning’s skull, twin balls of purplish-black flame flickered, giving the Light of Creation an immense pressure.

After sizing him up a few times–Ange suddenly transformed into Black Crystal–pouncing forward to deliver a violent barrage of hits. In only three seconds, he shattered half of the Light of Creation’s power, then reached out with an empty grasp, yanking hard to extract the phantom of the Light of Creation.

Ange then inscribed a Soul Brand onto the phantom.

The Light of Creation turned ashen-faced, watching Ange with despair.

Negris realized what had happened and asked hesitantly, “You didn’t accept his vow of allegiance–you suspect it’s fake?”

Ange nodded, but clarified: “It’s fake.”

Negris turned to the Light of Creation and spoke harshly, “You have some nerve trying to deceive us with a fake pledge?”

The Light of Creation, in distress, defended himself: “It’s not fake. I just have the ability to erase it. It’s over for me now. My consciousness is tainted–there’s a brand in there I cannot erase. It’s the end for me.”

“Kvada, can a pledge you’re able to erase even be considered real?”

“My ability to erase it shows my strength. That doesn’t make the pledge fake, right?” the Light of Creation reasoned.

Negris was at a loss for words and glanced back at Locke.

Locke Feiti Harvey–all three of the Mourning trio–went up and beat him again.

“I surrender, I surrender! Why are you still hitting me when you’ve already got control over me?” the Light of Creation ranted indignantly.

Anthony understood and called the group aside, “Don’t be fooled by this guy’s meek appearance; he’s proud and looks down on us. If we don’t break his psychological advantage, he’ll be hard to subdue.”

Negris nodded, “I see it too. Even if Ange forces him with a Soul Brand, he won’t concede. Do you have a solution?”

“Lock him up–have Lightning pay him a visit daily. Start with three months and see when he cracks. Force him to hand over some Light of Creation points, and have Lightning bring them in every day to taunt him with,” suggested Anthony.

Everyone’s eyes gleamed: “That’s so malicious–I love it.”

For now, that’s all we could do. The Light of Creation had this simultaneously cowardly and arrogant demeanor–surprisingly common in reality. Despite being dead broke, always looking down on other poor folks.

We had to dismantle his arrogance first; otherwise, even with forced subjugation, he wouldn’t comply and could become a destabilizing factor within the team.

Creation points were extremely valuable. For example, upgrading parts of a Necromancer’s flesh to Mourning quality, combined with a certain input of power, could potentially create a Mourning Undead Witch.

This required experimentation to determine the necessary conditions. Currently, Ange only had Little Zombie, and he needed more Light of Creation points for comparison.

After Ange forced him to cough up more than a dozen Light of Creation points, the exhausted Light of Creation, devoid of any strength, was crammed into a Dimensional Space.

“The Light of Creation? You’ve been captured too?” the Goddess of Starfire inside the Dimensional Space nearly jumped at the sight of the Light of Creation.

“Lord Starfire? You’re… you’re alive? And what’s with the Dimension Beast here? I thought the one outside was you.”

The two Ancient God Hunters exchanged information inside, while outside, Ange also received a message from the Little Devil King of Purgatory: “What… what did you do? The… the Abyss is stirring, the very essence of the Abyss is moving. My goodness, I’ve never seen the Abyss move since I was born. What have you done?”

Before Ange could respond, the Little Devil King sent another message: “Uh… it stopped again. Looks like the Abyss just turned over. Phew, just a turn-over, thank goodness. I thought you’d done something terrifying.”

Ange cocked his head and said, “We killed Dark Wing.”