Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1082

Chapter 1082: Chapter 647: They've All Ridden Me Chapter 1082: Chapter 647: They've All Ridden Me “Little Snake, come out and let Uncle have a look,” Negris shouted loudly.

“No need, we've already met, goodbye.” The Serpent of Misfortune finished shouting and then refused to speak again, even as Ange's consciousness enveloped the entire plane, it failed to reveal her.

“Kvada, what should we do now? Can we believe what it said? Has Nightmare Saya really gone to the Master Plane?” Negris asked, troubled.

Anthony also said distressedly, “We can only trust it now, what else can we do? Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, if Nightmare Saya breaches the Master Plane, the trouble will be immense.”

This is an Ancient God that thrives on consuming fear; breaching isn't really the issue–the fear is if it dies on the Master Plane and its flesh contaminates it, then we are in real trouble.

Any fear could potentially revive and empower it; as long as a trace of its blood remains on the Master Plane, Saya could become impossible to eradicate, growing with each touch of fear.

Even if scattered fears can't grow it to its current size, just growing as big as a finger, in clusters, next to your bed, toilet, or dining table, could frighten many people senseless.

Thinking about that terrifying consequence, Negris couldn't sit still anymore and urged Ange, “Quickly, go back to the Master Plane and stop Saya.”

Ange nodded and said, “Pursuing now.”

Negris immediately flew outside and looked into the Void; the Heaven's Fortress and the Thunder Chariots that stayed behind had all disappeared.

This was even better; Heaven's Fortress and the Thunder Chariots could strike back from the Void. If they encountered Nightmare Saya on the way, that would be ideal; they could teleport to Heaven's Fortress. If not, returning to the world's transfer station would also be quick.

From this position, the distance to the Master Plane is already very far, ordinary Teleportation Arrays simply cannot connect, only a massive transport hub like the world transfer station could manage the teleportation.

Anthony sidled up, whispering, “It might also be fake news; we have to guard against the Serpent of Misfortune deceiving us and then coming back to steal its body.”

The cavity immediately echoed with the voice of the Serpent of Misfortune: “Anthony, right? It's Anthony, isn't it? You Death God's Staff, I heard it, I heard you speaking ill of me. I've done nothing wrong, came here to inform you of this good news out of kindness, and you still slander me, you're ungrateful and repay kindness with enmity.”

Anthony's face changed, and he cursed, “Damn Lightning, leaking all our secrets. Have the Titan tether it, to keep it honest as the Son of Thunder.”

“Yes, yes, that's the way to do it. Let the Titan shock it a hundred times a day, from morning till night,” Negris immediately agreed enthusiastically.

Atop the Thunder Chariot, where Lightning was haughtily giving those Titans a rallying speech, it suddenly sneezed vigorously, wondering to itself: Did I catch a cold? Or is someone cursing me? Never mind, I'll deal with deception for these foolish Titans first.

With a flicker of the Unicorn, Lightning proclaimed, “You don't know, oh how brave Master Lightning was. I was once the mount of the Undead God, the God of Knowledge, and even the Six-winged Archangel. They all rode me, and we were in good company. If you have any troubles, just use my name, and let me tell you…”

The group of Titans, listening to Lightning's boastful broadcast within the sensitized electric field, looked on adoringly. They had lost their Divine King and had no choice but to submit to the Undead God, who was more powerful than the Divine King, feeling helpless and anxious, they were eager to perform well.

Others weren't familiar with them and ignored them. Luckily, the Son of Thunder, a Unicorn, came along, bluffing and threatening them into stunned obedience.

“Let me tell you, under the Undead God, Titans can only do things like produce fertilizer; you're useless in a fight. We have several Lords of Mourning, billions of Skeleton Zombies, several hundred Giant Dragons, plus Thunder Element Creatures, Demon Overlords, Gods of Light, God of Life, Truth Mages, Arcane Magicians. Forget about counting them, you wouldn't want to end up as fertilizer producers, would you?”

Although they didn't understand what Titans had to do with producing fertilizer, everyone still shook their heads vigorously.

“Then you can demonstrate your true value, aside from emitting electricity, what else can you do? Can you plant vegetables, cultivate fields, clear land, and remove weeds?”

Just like that, he bluffed his way along, and perhaps before they even returned to the Master Plane or stopped Nightmare Saya, these Titans were already completely disoriented.

…
On Ange's side, the Serpent of Misfortune had already begun to make excuses for Lightning, “It's not Captain Lightning's fault, I have already gathered the information from other channels.”

“Impossible, all other channels have been burned by me,” Anthony confidently stated.

“Ah? Burned by you? No wonder the information about you is so…,” the Serpent of Misfortune realized he had spoken too much and quickly covered his mouth.

“Still saying it's not Lightning?” Anthony angrily said, “It must be that group prone to quarrels leaking it. I'll have everyone in that group captured and silenced.”

“What!? You're too cruel, you can't do that. They are innocent; they don't even know who you are,” the Serpent of Misfortune hurriedly replied.

“They don't know, but don't you know?” Anthony stated as a matter of course. “My identity is top secret. Since they've learned the secrets, silencing them is only logical. It's their fault for hearing what they shouldn't have.”

Upon hearing this, Negris finally realized something was amiss. Indeed, Holy Pope Anthony's identity was top secret, but since Ange had already unified the Master Plane, exposure wouldn't have any consequences. However, he insisted on harping on this point, which was strange.

Quietly looking back, Negris indeed saw that Ange had already tensed up, poised for action.

“Kvada, Anthony is engaging it in conversation, and Dead Skull is searching for its location. Are they acting 'on my cue'? When did they develop such good teamwork?” wondered Negris, feeling his position might be threatened.

At that moment, scales suddenly covered Ange's body, transforming into a more robust version of the Dragon God. He stepped forward and vanished, while in the souls of Negris and Anthony, Ange's voice sounded: “Found it.”

Boom! A section of the shell suddenly burst open, a vague figure darted out, scrambling desperately towards the cavity's exterior.

Unfortunately, escape might be possible in the Void, but here all five sides were sealed. Any delay would lead to being caught; the only option was to flee towards the opening.

Instantly following the burst, a yellow figure chased after it, flung out its hand, and a beam of light hit the vague figure, 'protecting' it but also pulling Ange next to it.

Bang, bang, bang, bang… A flurry of punches and kicks followed, and soon the Serpent of Misfortune's energy was largely dissipated, with Ange quickly grabbing its consciousness and stuffing it into the Bronze Book.

A Little Snake now manifested itself inside the Bronze Book.

Negris's enormous head leaned in, smiling at it.

“Hehe, hehe, Lord Negris, hello, I, I am Little Snake.”

Chapter end

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