Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1094

Chapter 1094: Chapter 658: The Helplessness of Having Too Weak an Opponent Chapter 1094: Chapter 658: The Helplessness of Having Too Weak an Opponent “Shay–” Ange called out and immediately pulled back, leaving a bewildered Alba behind.

“Ahem, greetings, Lady Alba, my Lord is aware. The rest will be handled by me, um… for your convenience, you can think of me as Pope Anxini of the Nightmare Court–here to negotiate with you. Who gets seven?” Anthony asked with a smile.

“The Pope?” Indeed, it was easy to understand. With that said, Alba knew Anthony's status, but then she immediately asked with confusion, “What seven?”

Anthony said with a smile, “A three-to-seven division, who gets seven?”

“Oh oh oh, of course we get seven, after all, all fear is already yours, and we take seventy percent of the Gods.” Alba said.

“Very reasonable, but what if there are only nine Gods, how will we deal with the division if it's not an even number? Do we cut them open?” Anthony asked.

Alba furrowed her brows and scratched her head. Nine wasn't an even number for division? She wasn't very good at math, and had never thought about such a tricky question.

Why is this Anxini being like this? Can't he be more generous? Why fuss over this? Alba waved her hand irritably, “We won't cut them, the excess goes to you.”

Anthony then asked, “What if some of the Gods are composite beings, like, say, a God of Harvest, Planting, and Devouring Seas, what then?”

“Yours, yours,” said Alba, increasingly irritated. Throughout the subsequent back-and-forth, Alba made all the concessions, without a single thought of vying for a better deal, just wanting to quickly conclude the negotiations.

Having obtained the information he wanted, Anthony changed the subject and asked, “How much military power can you provide?”

Alba, nearly bursting with annoyance, perked up and said, “A legion of one hundred thousand Chaos Angels.”

Anthony asked with a smile, “What rank are these Chaos Angels? I hear that angels come in several ranks, and there's a big difference in strength between them. If you send cannon fodder and we rely on our elite to defeat the enemy, can we perhaps adjust the distribution of spoils?”

Alba froze; he made a good point. If their forces were too powerful and they breached the enemy Plane at once, a three-to-seven division would seem quite unfair.

By the same logic, if their forces were too weak, and it was all up to her Chaos Angels to break through, then giving up all fear to them, and sharing half the consciousness and thirty percent of the Gods, wouldn't sit well with her either.

Alba agonized for a bit, then tossed out, “Wait a moment,” and turned to fly back.

When Anthony returned to report, he said, “They might have invited us on a whim, their original plan didn't include us at all, there's no mechanism for dividing the spoils accordingly. I provoked her, and she got impatient, she's not good at negotiating, but has high authority, able to decide the ownership of some of the spoils at will. Of course, it's also possible she doesn't intend to share those spoils with us at all.”

“She doesn't seem to know much about the enemy. She didn't react to the half-true, half-fabricated names of the Gods I made up.”

“She lacks a convenient method of communicating with the rear. For some decisions, she has to return for communication, not just with another Six-winged Angel, but with the Master God behind the scenes as well. Their master might be too distant, but communication between two Six-winged Angels isn't as smooth as the Soul Network, we can take advantage of this later.”

“Not very good at math…”

Anthony summarized his findings section by section, leaving Negris and Drosa dumbfounded, “You just talked to her for such a short time and discovered so much?”

“Is it a lot? It's all speculation. I've encountered many Holy Spirits; at the flap of their wings I can guess what they're up to. I didn't know if there's a difference between these Chaotic Holy Spirits and regular ones, but from the short contact just now, there doesn't seem to be much of a difference–they're as silly as Luna.” Anthony said nonchalantly.

The image of Luna emerged from Shamara, who stared at Anthony with puffed cheeks.

“Ah, isn't this Luna? Long time no see, beautiful weather today, ha ha ha ha…” Anthony laughed it off and quickly made his way back. Alba had already finished the negotiations and was flying back.

This time, Alba didn't hesitate and said directly, “Aside from fear belonging to Nightmare Saya, everything else, a three-to-seven division, whoever breaks into the Plane first gets seven. If you want more, bring out all your military power.”

Anthony nodded, “That seems quite fair. Now, are these spoils of war dead or alive? The fear is strongest at the moment of death, so if we kill all living beings, would all that fear be ours? Can we also take all the flesh and blood?”

Alba gasped and said, “Wait a moment,” before flying off again.

Anthony flew back, to Negris and the others who couldn't wait to give him a thumbs-up.

Anthony spread his hands, feeling a helpless superiority, “Drosa, do they know you? If not, remember to jump in and break it up when it's time. Her emotions are probably about to reach the breaking point; I'll try to make her lose control.”

“No problem. You're Anthony, right? Are you really a creature of the Plane? You're like a master of manipulation,” Drosa marveled.

A Supreme Holy Spirit was being played by Anthony like a game, and yet, she was completely unaware that she was being manipulated, only feeling irritated.

Alba flew back once more, decisively stating, “We can't kill any, not a single one, capture them all alive, and then we'll divide them. Is that acceptable?”

Anthony said, “It's doable, but if that's the case, isn't what you said about fear belonging entirely to Shay just empty talk?”

“Forget it, let's take a slight loss here. As for the living captives, these creatures need to be fed, or they'll easily starve to death. Who's going to bear the cost of their upkeep?”

“How are the living creatures distributed? Is it by number, or by age? Can we take the young, strong, and beautiful ones? Can you handle the old, weak, sick, and disabled? How is the land in the plane divided? Do you plan to stay? If not, what do you want with the land?”

“Moreover…”

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Alba roared in anger, her wings spread open fiercely, and four Light Wings shot out: “Are you annoying or what, I'm going to kill you!”

Just as the two sides were about to come to blows, Drosa flew over, loudly urging, “Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, let's talk this out, let's talk this out…”

Having calmed down the about-to-rage Alba, Anthony, however, kept hounding relentlessly, shouting, “We're negotiating terms, and you're turning hostile because we can't agree? You're not sincere! Let me tell you, we've got that plane secured. Whoever breaches the Plane Barrier first takes the lion's share. I'm not leaving you a bit!”

Alba, provoked, watched as 'Anxini' continuously summoned various Thunder War Chariots and Goblin Airships, and she could barely contain herself, urging the Chaos Legion to hurry up and depart. Originally meant to gather one hundred thousand Chaotic Holy Spirits, they set off with only fifty thousand.

But as she was about to arrive, Drosa came to pass on a message from Anthony, “Hahaha, you're too slow. We've already broken through the Plane Barrier and are about to enter the plane. If you're any slower, I'm going to seal the Plane Barrier.”

Alba, frantic as can be, no longer cared about conserving strength and sped towards the direction of the Master Plane. From a distance, she saw a huge Thunder War Chariot collide with the Plane Barrier, streaks of electricity flashing, hurling clusters of thunder into the plane.

Alba immediately understood why the enemy could arrive so quickly and break the barrier so swiftly–it was all thanks to the Thunder War Chariot.

She couldn't continue like this. If the enemy got ahead, were they really going to divide the spoils based on the enemy's rules?

Alba, disregarding the need to scout out the situation behind the barrier and whether there was an ambush waiting, rushed in. After all, since 'Anxini' had already gone in, any ambush would catch them first. She would just follow the breach they had made and charge in.

“Divine charge!” Alba shouted loudly, her four pairs of Light Wings shooting out black light, propelling her forward.

The other Dark Angels imitated her, rushing forward. Fifty thousand Dark Angels turned into a black torrent, shooting toward the Plane Barrier.

The Thunder War Chariot stuck on the Plane Barrier jumped in shock, quickly retreating to make way, fearing they would be hit by the torrent.

The area they vacated was rippling, showing signs of damage. Alba's heart leaped with joy, and she crashed into it headfirst.

Thud! Her elbows and knees hit the barrier, creating ripples, but she failed to break through.

However, she hadn't planned on breaking through the Plane Barrier by herself, especially the Master Plane's barrier–that would require a Void Fortress at the least.

Thud! A Four-winged Dark Angel crashed into her back, and the force passed through her body and hit the barrier, producing a slight ripple.

Thud! Another Four-winged Dark Angel crashed into the barrier beside her, intensifying the ripples.

Thud thud thud… One after another, the Four-Winged Angels joined the collision, the ripples growing more severe until the already damaged Plane Barrier finally shattered.

Alba and the Dark Angels, like a tide bursting through a crystal, poured into a desert.

When she got a clear view of her surroundings, Alba's heart sank.

That infuriating 'Anxini' now stood there in immaculate white regalia, smiling atop the Pope's war chariot, surrounded by heaps of Angels, Priests, Gods' envoys, Paladins, Holy Archers, with possibly over a hundred and fifty thousand troops.

Yet such a massive formation was squeezed into a corner, next to a bunch of Elf Swordsmen, Archers, Magic Archers, Chimera Knights, Pegasus Knights, Unicorn Cavalry.

Next to the Elves were Dwarves, and beside the Dwarves stood several dozen odd-looking humans, who now began to transform, growing sharp fangs, claws, and thick scales–it turned out they were Giant Dragons.

Beside the Giant Dragons was a crowd of Wizards, and next to them were heaps of human Swordsmen and piles and piles of Undead…
They were completely surrounded.

“Stop squeezing in, we've been encircled!” Alba shouted frantically.

But Anthony had already figured out that they didn't have any form of communication like the Soul Network. No matter how loudly she shouted, the Holy Spirits outside the barrier couldn't hear her. They just kept pushing forward and soon, they were all squeezed into the encirclement.

Some had yet to squeeze in, but a huge Void Fortress had moved behind them at some point, blocking the retreat along with those Thunder War Chariots.

Chapter end

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