Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1144

Chapter 1144: 708 Chapter 1144: 708 “Your Majesty, it really is Your Majesty, thank goodness, Your Majesty is still alive.”

“Hehe, that Old Immortal sure ran far. It’s good that nothing’s wrong, nothing at all.”

“It seems Your Majesty has mistaken us for Locke, even asking Locke for help. Did Your Majesty run into trouble?”

“Otherwise, would he think a Farming Skeleton from his own vegetable garden ran out and destroyed an avatar of a Primordial God? Can you imagine that? Can you believe it?”

“I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it. The skeletons in my vegetable garden can’t even water plants properly. They water so unevenly: one patch is flooded, the other’s dry. A step lands in mud, the next in dust, and they’ve drowned the seeds too, driving me mad.”

“Hold on, since when do you have a vegetable garden? Have you been secretly practicing farming behind my back?”

There was a babble of voices all at once, and Locke was particularly anxious as he shouted, “I’m here, I’m here. I want to speak with the king, I want to speak with the king.”

Anthony also breathed a sigh of relief; since it was His Majesty, the matters that followed would be much easier. It was just a matter of seeing what His Majesty needed and helping if possible, while also casually inquiring if he had any nice things to send home.

However, when Ange reestablished contact with Dimali, the news they received left them completely stunned: “The Eye of the Ancient Tree has been swallowed by the Abyssal Big Mouth.”

“Why would the Abyssal Big Mouth swallow the Eye of the Ancient Tree?” Negris asked.

Because the Abyssal Big Mouth was very angry. After being pinned down by the Void Will, it grew angrier the more it thought about it. Unable to help itself, it got up, spat out another avatar, and just swallowed up the Eye of the Ancient Tree.

Its avatar, Dark Wing, is a hunter of Ancient Gods and naturally knows what the Eye of the Ancient Tree is used for: a place for those little ants to whisper and conspire. Finding itself unable to handle the Law Breakers at the moment, it simply vented its rage on the Eye of the Ancient Tree, swallowing up this meeting place, thinking, “Let’s see where you’ll chirp and chatter now.”

“If it’s swallowed, then it’s swallowed. Wasn’t it just a Little Eye Demon there? Just find another Little Eye Demon to bind, notify the other Ancient Gods, and find a new place to meet,” Negris said.

Under normal circumstances that would be the case, but Lidali is not an Ancient God, and Dimali does not have his Imprint.

“So what do we do?” Isn’t this the same as losing the Imprint of the House of the Deceased, losing all contacts at once?

Dimali responded, “We can only wait for Lidali to find us again, but our alliance contacts are already very secretive. If he can find us just like that, it means others can find us just as easily, even the location of our actual bodies, which is far too dangerous.”

“There is another method. During our chat earlier, I announced the sacrificial channel and my sacrificial Imprint. If the Undead Wandering Soul wants to contact me, they can do so by sacrificing themselves to me,” said Dimali.

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At the edge of the Chaos Mist, a strong Wandering Soul crossed his arms, desperately trying to remember, “What was that guy’s sacrificial Imprint again?”

Beside him, another even stronger Wandering Soul angrily tapped his head repeatedly.

Behind the two Wandering Souls, an endless sea of shadows stretched out, all as strong as they were, but judging by their dull and vague expressions, it’s likely they lacked intelligence. The only ones with intelligence seemed to be just the two with Lidali.

The Wandering Souls of the Chaos Plane are entirely different from those of the Master Plane. The Wandering Souls of the Master Plane are more advanced than Wraiths but lesser than Ghosts.

For example, Feilin’s pet Black Face is a Ghost. Ghosts and Wandering Souls are the same, with the main difference being that Wandering Souls are more aggressive with a certain sense of territory, drifting around.

Ghosts are not very aggressive, often attaching themselves to an object, with the possibility of evolving upwards into Demon Spirits.

Wandering Souls can evolve upwards into Ghost Tourers.

However, these are the detailed classifications by humans. The Undead Empire only has three tiers: Wraiths, Ghosts, and Undead.

Amid the sea of shadows, there were also two massive black figures, each at least half the size of the Conch Plane, indiscernible in form.

The Wandering Souls of the Chaos Plane, absorbing the Chaos Mist, had incredibly powerful souls. Their level was only that of a Soul Heart, but their Soul Strength was more than ten times stronger than Lock Feiti’s Mourning Soul.

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If they had competed in Soul Impact before, a rather amusing outcome would have occurred, the Mourning Soul couldn’t beat the Soul Heart.

Another Wandering Soul knocked on Lidali’s head, “Think quickly, those are His Majesty’s subjects from his homeland, as well as the Lord of Mourning, Locke. Our ranks are too low, and although our Soul Strength is high, with such low rank, we can’t anchor the location. Hurry up and get Lord Locke over here to inherit the throne and anchor the position.”

Lidali pondered deeply for a long time and then said with distress, “I can’t remember, I didn’t take note of it at the time. How about this, let’s scatter and turn the nearby area upside down. As long as we find an Ancient God who was present at the time, we’ll know what the sacrificial imprint looks like.”

The powerful Wandering Soul knocked on Lidali’s head in a thudding rhythm, reluctantly agreeing to this method. Countless Wandering Souls swarmed out, dispersing in search for clues.

This approach was correct. Even if they couldn’t find an Ancient God who was present at the time, Dimali would notice such large-scale commotion and thereby make contact with them.

However, this would take time. The Chaos Plane was too vast, with a circumference that might be several hundred billion kilometers around the central point. Even if one traveled in a straight line, it would still be over a hundred billion kilometers from one side to the other.

But no one dared to travel in a straight line, entering the Chaos Mist. Inside, there were at least three Primordial Gods and one Undead Ruler–one encounter meant certain death.

Therefore, most Ancient Gods took detours, not only sidestepping but also going over and under, coupled with all kinds of debris everywhere, which made finding an Ancient God as difficult as finding a specific grain of sand on the beach.

Before Dimali could discover the Undead Wandering Souls, or Lidali could find an Ancient God who was present, Locke had already become impatient.

“Send me over, Ange, send me over. The king needs help, send me over to assist,” Locke said anxiously, for he had no inclination to wait on anyone. With an immediate solution at hand, he wanted to get there right away–it was the king’s call, after all.

Ange tilted his head, while Negris said irritably, “What do you think the sacrificial passage is? Your big frame won’t fit through it.”

“Break it down then,” Locke immediately tried to dismantle his own bones.

“Stop, stop, stop, even if bones get burned across, what about your soul? The sacrificial passage can’t burn the soul of the Mourning,” Negris said.

Not only could it not burn souls, but many items with strong energy responses couldn’t get through either. For example, Black Crystal could be burned, but not if it had specks of stars within it.

“What do I do then? Give me a Thunder Chariot, I’ll fly over,” Locke said next.

“It took the Titans four hundred years to fly once. Although they took a longer route because they were unfamiliar with the path, it would still take three hundred years. With the fastest Gold Titan’s chariot, it might take a bit less, like two hundred years. No problem, I’ll find you a Titan chariot. But the Chaos Plane is so vast, how will you find the Old Immortal?”

These words discouraged Locke, leaving him crestfallen.

Just then, Ange felt something tugging at his foot. He looked back to find Big Cat slyly pointing at itself with a paw, murmuring softly, “Meow.”

Ange’s eyes lit up. Nonchalantly, he nudged it to one side with his foot and started planting vegetables into the Dimensional Space. As he planted, he flew towards the Elf Chariot.

Seeing Ange enter the forest sphere of the Elf Chariot, most people thought Ange had gone to farm and dispersed accordingly.

Only Little Angel, Little Zombie, Anthony, Negris, Lightning, and Big Cat scattered but then looped back around, chasing after Ange into the Elf Chariot just in time to see Ange crafting the Teleportation Array with his hands.

The group familiarly stepped into the range of the Teleportation Array, and Negris, in an exasperated tone, asked, “I knew you were up to something. What did Big Cat tell you? Made you think about sneaking off?”

“Big Cat said it could teleport, little by little,” Ange finished speaking, slammed down the Teleportation Array, and in a burst of white light, they had already arrived at the Teleportation Array on Eternity Road.

They quickly dashed out of the Teleportation Array and ran to the Black Crystal Body. Ange forcefully stuffed it into the Dimensional Space and then hurried back to activate the Teleportation Array.

The Great Sage and Witch, who ran out from a nearby tent, only managed to glimpse Ange’s retreating figure. By the time they teleported away, the Great Sage stood looking dumbfounded at the former location of the Black Crystal Body, murmuring, “Now we’re in trouble. Locke will come looking and he’ll be furious.”

Not hearing a response from the Witch and turning to look, he saw she had already rushed into the tent and, upon coming out, was loaded with large and small bags, almost emptying the place.

“Can we even manage anything with Ange stealing His Majesty’s bones? Still wait for Locke to come back? We’ve got to run!” the Witch exclaimed.

The Great Sage suddenly understood, “Right, right, if he can’t find us, he can’t lose his temper. Let’s run.”

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