Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 712: Chapter 407: Entering the Black Crystal Body_1
 

The witch finished her firm declaration, only to find everyone silently looking at her, which made her hesitate and say, “What? Was my guess wrong?”

“Not wrong, but didn’t you say earlier that you even know the farming skeletons? Why don’t you recognize him?” Negris inquired.

The witch exclaimed: “Ah, why are you like this, always recalling these trivial matters. I just mentioned it casually, who could have guessed it would be such a coincidence? The farm barrier is personally managed by His Majesty. If there is a skeleton I don’t recognize, it could only be those farming skeletons.”

Everyone perked up, “Managed personally by His Majesty?”

The witch affirmed, “Of course, he set up the farm as a way to kill time when he’s bored, needless to say, he would manage it himself otherwise how would he kill time?”

Durken skeptically replied, “But… but I have never seen His Majesty go to the farm before, he barely even goes near it.”

The witch rolled her eyes, “If His Majesty actually went there in person, would those farming skeletons be able to survive? Obviously, he projects himself there. He would project himself as a golden skeleton, then resurrect a bunch of small skeletons to manage it.”

Upon hearing about the golden skeleton, Ange immediately directed his thoughts towards the black crystal skeleton, closely discerning the residual aura on the skeleton, then shook his head, “It’s not the Lord.”

As a low-level farming skeleton, Ange only knows of one golden skeleton, the Lord who created him. Unfortunately, the residual aura on this skeleton is different.

However, he also recognizes this aura, as it lingers in the Temple of Rest, making him too scared to enter the palace for many years. It was only when his skeletal structure could no longer sustain itself, that he bravely stepped in.

The witch shrugged, “Of course it doesn’t let you recognize it. If you recognized it, then who in the palace wouldn’t recognize it, at that point every day people are rushing to fertilize and water the crops, how would His Majesty still play?”

Upon reflection, Durken agreed with her reasoning, don’t think that there aren’t people in the Temple of Rest looking to curry favor. At least for Durken, if he knew that the farm was personally managed by His Majesty, he would immediately design a complete automatic watering and harvesting system, so His Majesty wouldn’t have to ‘strain’ himself.

Even if he was stopped by His Majesty, he would still find opportunities to observe from time to time, cheering from outside the farm, making His Majesty’s playtime more ‘comfortable’.

Therefore, the farming skeletons in the farm are the only ones that the witch does not recognize.

Disappointed, Negris said, “What? That’s all? I thought there was something special, isn’t this just a retired old farmer tending flower beds for his own enjoyment? Then why can he inherit the Undead Godhood? I, the dignified God of Knowledge, can’t?”

The witch said with a smile, “Property does not have inheritance rights.”

Just as Negris was about to blow his top, the witch hurriedly changed the topic, “From what you’re saying, he inherited the Undead Godhood and the Temple of Rest? Then what’s the deal with the Goddess of Beauty? How did he obtain such magical methods? It definitely isn’t the Undead Magic, if the Undead Godhood has this power, I would have set up a beauty club already.”

Durken awkwardly rubbed his nose, Negris laughed awkwardly.

“What do you mean? You really opened a beauty club?” The witch was taken aback.

Negris boasted, “It’s bigger than that, called Goddess of Beauty City. Let me tell you, there are loads of services, there’s this, and that, and this and that.”

The witch, full of admiration, couldn’t help but ask, “Can Wraiths use these services too?”

“They should be able to. Goddess of Beauty City has a lot of wraith customers. There’s a Truth Mage named Auburnli who now lives in Goddess of Beauty City and refuses to leave. As for which ones you can use, you need to ask Lisa,” Negris replied.

At this point, the voice of the Great Sage came from the distance, “Are you guys done yet? I’ll come over when you’re finished.”

“It’s fine, you can come over,” Only then did Negris remember that they had forgotten about the Great Sage.

The witch said nothing, merely subconsciously rearranging her hair and clothes. However, as she touched her clothes, she immediately covered her chest and shouted loudly, “Don’t! Don’t come over!”

Having been here for over a thousand years, the witch’s attire had long since become tattered. When she was desiccated, it had not been noticeable, but now that she was vivified, her sensitive areas were loosely exposed, enough to make any observer nosebleed.

However, none of those present were ‘people’, so none of them realized this issue, even the witch herself.

Durken promptly threw a cloak to her for her to cover herself, then he quickly crafted a set of clothes on the spot, only then solving the witch’s dilemma.

The Great Sage was given the permission to come over, followed by some tedious small talk. Generally serious, the Great Sage at this moment seemed like a small boy, involuntarily becoming cheesy in his speech. What was ridiculous, was that the witch didn’t even notice, within no time, she was grinning from ear to ear.

Quickly becoming fed up, Negris interrupted, “Enough, enough, we didn’t fly here for two months to watch you flirt, just what happened to His Majesty? Why is there only a skeleton remaining here?”

Pointing straight ahead at the skeleton, the witch said, “His Majesty went to kill people. Someone created an attack called Star Burst at the end of the void, ready to exterminate all life here. His Majesty went to kill them.”

At this point, the witch finally reacted, “You have the Undead Godhood, as well as the Goddess of Beauty godhood, why weren’t you affected? After the Star Burst was shattered, the remaining power of faith continued to advance, ultimately impacting every plane, forming a faith storm aimed at godhoods, how did you come out unscathed?”

Negris replied, “The faith storm was used by us for farming. Star Burst? Is it the red star that we saw in the master plane? Did you explode it?”

“Farming?” A huge question mark arose in the witch’s mind, why was this Little Yellow Book so hard to understand?

However, she did not dwell on this question, continuing, “How can that be, do I look like I have such power? It was His Majesty who exploded it… eh, it was the Black Crystal Body that exploded it.”

Facing everyone’s dubious looks, the witch explained: “When His Majesty left, he told me that if there is a new Star Burst, that means he failed. His body can be used to resist the Star Burst.”

“Can you manipulate the Black Crystal Body?” Durken asked.

“I can’t, but I can move it onto the trajectory of Star Burst,” the witch replied.

Well, just like Ange utilizing Locke’s skeleton as a shield, it indirectly demonstrated the durability of the Black Crystal Body.

The residual power produced when a Star Burst is exploded could obliterate several deities, yet the Star Burst itself couldn’t harm the Black Crystal Body.

“But we have seen through a telescope that the center of the Star Burst is a humanoid object,” Nage stated.

The witch nodded, “Yes, because it is a cluster of Power of Faith. That humanoid is a manifestation of faith, the image of collective belief. In the Red Star’s place, it should be a well-known figure.”

Negris understood some of it, “You mean, if the Followers of the Undead God launched such an attack, the figure that might appear could be the Undead God?”

“Yes,” the witch replied.

With agony, Negris asked, “Then, if there is a new Star Burst coming, does it mean that His Majesty is dead?”

The witch shook her head, “I originally thought so, but look.”

As she spoke, the witch invited everyone to come in front of the skeleton and pointed at the sparkling bits within the bones, “They were dormant before, but recently, there have been some sparkling bits in the skeleton. Therefore, His Majesty is definitely not dead, but for some reason, he couldn’t stop the new Star Burst from forming.”

At this point, the witch suddenly turned to face everyone, “Since you all are here, the task of guarding His Majesty can be handed over to you.”

A dreadful feeling rose in the heart of the Great Sage.

As expected, the witch said, “I am going to project myself over there and bring His Majesty back.”

“No!” The Great Sage instinctively objected, “If even His Majesty failed, what’s the point of you projecting over there? It’s too dangerous. You don’t have His Majesty’s strength, maybe you can’t even project.”

In fact, seeing a sovereign left his body but not his soul, everyone knew how His Majesty had left—Soul Casting.

No matter how fast you fly, a thousand kilometers per hour is already the limit. However, the speed of thoughts can be as fast as light.

Leading by thoughts, then pulling the soul forward, the speed can reach more than half of the light.

But not everyone can perform Soul Casting because without a powerful soul, the distance of thought leaving the body will not be too far, and there is no need to use Soul Casting at all.

Moreover, this kind of projection consumes too much Soul Energy, normal people can’t withstand it. If your energy runs out halfway through the casting, it’s no joke, your soul will disperse.

The witch doesn’t have a soul as powerful as the Undead King, if she forces projection, the most likely outcome is that her energy would be exhausted and her soul would disperse into the void.

The witch looked deeply at the Great Sage, smiled and replied, “I have to go, His Majesty needs me.”

The heart of the Great Sage sank heavily, he knew the witch too well. When she said ‘His Majesty needs me,’ it meant that she was prepared to risk everything.

All the souls in the Temple of Rest, except for the Little Yellow Dragon, were willing to devote everything to His Majesty.

Noticing the look on his face, the witch hurriedly said, “Of course, I’m not messing around, you see.”

The witch pointed at the forehead of the Black Crystal Skeleton, “You see, all the stars are slowly converging here, then disappearing. What does that imply? Power is being projected from the Black Crystal Body to a very distant place, so His Majesty must still be alive.”

“I plan to use the energy channel created by this force, latch my thoughts onto it, and project it,” the witch said.

The Great Sage said, “It’s too dangerous, let me do this.”

The witch gave a slight smile. Without further responding to the Great Sage, she started guiding the sparkling bits inside the Black Crystal Body.

After fiddling around for a while, she suddenly stopped. Casually, she said, “Well, I can’t guide the power within. Perhaps I’ve exhausted too much of my energy.”

There is no Soul Energy in the void, but the witch has been here for thousands of years, with expenditure and no replenishment. Therefore, during these thousand years, she survived by sleeping deeply, her Soul Strength had significantly shrunk.

Ange took out a bag of Soul Crystals.

While the witch was recovering, Ange pressed against the purple crystal skeleton, the Soul Energy surged into the skeleton.

Almost the moment Soul Energy surged into the skeleton, Ange felt his thoughts being drawn somewhere. When he came to his senses, he found himself in a strange body.

He lifted his hands to look, they were all Black Crystal with sparking bits. Had he actually entered the Black Crystal Body?

From the perspective of Negris and others, all they saw was Ange suddenly became stiff, while the Black Crystal Body raised its hands.