Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1088

Chapter 1088: Chapter 653: Following Your Will Chapter 1088: Chapter 653: Following Your Will “`
The Serpent of Misfortune was confused, repeating the process of 'fist getting harder–that's the Lord–change target–glared at the wrong person.'
“Goddess of Beauty Fist? What did you knock off?” Negris and Anthony both noticed what Ange had done and curiously gathered around.

Ange said, “No consciousness,” while throwing another punch at the plump little snake–Rebirth.

The little fatty snake convulsed, coiling up tightly, tensed to the extreme before suddenly relaxing, and then blew a snot bubble from its nose.

Negris gasped in surprise, “Is it alive? Without consciousness? You treated 'no consciousness' as a flaw and knocked it off with a punch? Can that even work? How is it possible? How can the absence of consciousness be considered a defect?”

Negris felt as if his worldview was collapsing. Although Divine Arts were unreasonable, this was just too unreasonable. Fixing an 'existing' defect was understandable, but now it was about knocking off a defect that originally 'didn't exist.' What kind of operation was this?

“Is it not okay?” Ange cocked his head in confusion and then turned to look at the little fatty snake again.

Pop–a soft sound, the little fatty snake's snot bubble burst, followed by a slow inhale, and then another snot bubble slowly grew bigger; the little fatty snake was alive.

The Serpent of Misfortune felt its heart melting, eyes brimming with affection, wanting to go over and curl around the little fatty snake, but was stopped by Ange: “Fragile, don't touch.”

Negris quickly translated, “It's too vulnerable, don't touch it, be careful not to hurt it.”

“Oh, oh, oh.” The Serpent of Misfortune had neither hands nor feet, but its state of being at a loss was aptly described as such.

Having offspring in old age might not be quite right; after all, no one would have children at 600,000 years old. Simply in terms of age, it was several times older than an ancient tree.

It wanted to get closer but didn't dare to. It suddenly remembered how cold it was here, worried the little fatty snake might catch a cold, wondering if it should cover it with a blanket, but then thought a blanket might be too hot. Its own child should not be afraid of heat, it presumed, as various thoughts flooded in, leaving it at a loss.

Anthony shook his head, watching this play out, and quickly diverted its attention, “Does this count as having consciousness now? Didn't you say that consciousness can't be cultivated?”

The Serpent of Misfortune's attention was immediately shifted, “It probably doesn't count. We can only say the body is alive; whether it can have consciousness is still uncertain. Even if it has consciousness, you can't tell whether it was cultivated or bestowed by the Supreme Law.”

“Eh, something that can't be confirmed can't be called a law, right? Laws should be truths no matter where you apply them. If you can't easily confirm it, how do you know it's the Supreme Law?” Anthony asked, puzzled.

“Because that's what the Void Will said,” the Serpent of Misfortune stated matter-of-factly.

Anthony's heart skipped a beat, “The Void Will?”

“Yes, the will of the Void, the almighty Void Will,” said the Serpent of Misfortune.

In the depths of the Void, a plump bug was slowly pupating, opening its mouth leisurely, and biting into the emptiness in front of it as if it got a hold of something, chewing contentedly.

The whole process was extremely slow, so slow that without fast-forwarding, ordinary people might not even notice the bug's movements, and without any point of reference, its size was also hard to determine.

It wasn't until a certain moment when the bug suddenly cocked its head, as it heard the will of the Void: “Hole Bug, let the Abyssal Big Mouth come over.”

“Gurp–” the plump Hole Bug let out a strange noise, then opened its Big Mouth, and after a while, a humanoid creature flew out from the Hole Bug's Big Mouth.

Only with the appearance of this humanoid creature was there a point of reference by which the Hole Bug's size could be gauged. If the humanoid creature were of normal human size, then the Hole Bug's mouth would be equivalent to a Plane, massive enough that grouping all life on the Master Plane together wouldn't fill its gaping maw.

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The Hole Bug clearly wasn't interested in this humanoid creature that couldn't even stuff its gaps between its teeth; after spitting it out, it started to crawl sluggishly towards another location.

The humanoid creature gave a respectful salute to the Void and said, “Will of the Void, were you looking for me?”

“Someone has broken the Supreme Law, creating a new consciousness. Go find him and eliminate him,” a voice emerged in the humanoid creature's mind.

“Someone has broken the Supreme Law again? Who is it?” The humanoid creature's head began to ache instantly. Why was someone breaking the Supreme Law again? Was the Supreme Law so easy to break?

Why use 'again'? Because the last guy who broke the Supreme Law was still alive, and he couldn't do anything to him now.

“What about the Undead Ruler?” the humanoid creature asked.

The Void Will fell silent for a while before saying, “The Undead Ruler broke the second Supreme Law–consciousness cannot be plundered. This one broke the first Supreme Law–consciousness cannot be created. This threat is greater, so eliminate him first.”

“Yes, I will follow your will. How should I refer to this 'him'?” the humanoid creature asked.

A name was actually unnecessary; whether it was 'him' or 'it' were merely codes. Nevertheless, the humanoid creature still asked because it could get more information from the Void Will.

For example, the name 'Undead Ruler' was revealed by the Void Will. From the name, one could know that the other party was related to the Undead. With this targeted information, one could search and quickly find the other party.

However, it was a pity that the other party found him first, making him quite passive, and now he was unable to eliminate the Undead Ruler.

But no matter what, having more information was still good.

The Void Will, unusually hesitant, replied, “I've heard a lot of conflicted information: Undead, planting, harvest, redemption, knowledge, Libra of Equality… It seems like a pantheon of gods joined hands to break the Supreme Law. But the clearest is the Goddess of Beauty; she may be the one who led this. Eliminate her.”

The humanoid creature was stunned for a moment–was even the Void Will unable to confirm? However, hearing a list of godly names, he felt much relieved.

If the gods had joined forces, the matter wouldn't be as complicated; he could just defeat each one in turn.

On the contrary, anyone who could break the Supreme Law by themselves would definitely be much harder to deal with than a group of gods–on the very least, they would be at the Undead Ruler's level.

Of course, there were even tougher prospects, such as if all these godly names belonged to one person, but such a possibility was almost zero.

“Very well, I will follow your will,” the humanoid creature saluted again and turned towards the Hole Bug to fly into it.

The Hole Bug, sensing his approach, opened its Big Mouth reluctantly, allowing him to fly in.

When he appeared again, the humanoid creature had arrived in another expanse of Void; ahead was a Chaos Plane that resembled a large dish, with the Chaos Mist accumulating in the central bulge and a flat plane flung out on the edges, appearing like a large disk with a circle laid at its center.

He habitually called it the Chaos Plane, as everyone else did, but its proper name should be an accretion disk.

The humanoid creature moved towards the direction of the Chaos Plane and opened his own Big Mouth. With one opening of the mouth, everyone knew why he was called Abyssal Big Mouth; his mouth was wider than his body, and instead of having oral or dental structures, it was just a pitch-black void that seemed bottomless.

With his call, a black mist surged from the Chaos Mist and drifted slowly over. As the mist drew closer, it became clear: it wasn't mist at all, but rather a large swarm of humanoid creatures.

Each of them had a black body, black wings, and black Light Wings.

Chapter end

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