Foreign Land Reclamation By A Vegetable-growing Skeleton
/ Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1128 – Chapter 1128 Chapter 692 Purple
Chapter 1128: Chapter 692: Purple-skinned Zombie? Mourning Undead Witch? Chapter 1128: Chapter 692: Purple-skinned Zombie? Mourning Undead Witch? He managed to get the core of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms?
This tree that originally sustained the entire Void had been cut into pieces, scattered across different places in the Void, mainly concentrated in the Chaos Plane, the rest had become the Divine Wood Continent, remains of the great trees, and so on.
But, just like the core of the World Tree, not every part of the Divine Tree had a core; at least on the Divine Wood Continent, Ange had never found one.
Besides possessing immense life force, did the tree core serve any other purpose? Everyone turned their heads and glanced at Ange.
Ange turned his head to look at the Tree of Life.
The Tree of Life spoke slowly, “It's somewhat useful. It has strong life force and can be fed to Seedling.”
Little Sapling also popped its head out, waving its True Leaf and sending out an enthusiastic message: Eat–Eat–Eat–
“Then let's exchange, let's exchange.” Faced with Little Sapling's request, even Negris, who understood the old tree's implications, decided to make the exchange.
The old tree meant: It was a bit useful, but not essential. After all, life force could be obtained from the growth of a large number of animals and plants. But, who could say no to Little Sapling wanting to eat it?
Anthony and a few others had gone away to sway people, and Negris continued to ask, “Besides life force, does the tree core have no other use? Can't it be planted like a seed to grow a new Tree of Ten Thousand Realms?”
The old tree said slowly, “To plant a Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, you don't need a core, just dig out a piece of coal from the Divine Wood and rebirth it. The Tree of Ten Thousand Realms' life force is extremely tenacious, if you have enough life force to sustain it, you can plant it. But with so much life force, why not give it to Seedling? It can also grow into a Tree of Ten Thousand Realms.”
“Does it need that much life force? Then give it to Seedling. If it's only for the life force, then the value of the tree core is too low. Silver Coin, don't sell yourself short.” Negris muttered.
In a while, Silver Coin and Anthony came back, holding a piece of wood emitting green light and a Crystal Stone that harbored a bit of light inside.
Negris looked at the light inside the Crystal Stone, puzzled, “This is… the Light of Creation? You guys also traded the Light of Creation back?”
Silver Coin, with a face that indicated a loss, said, “We just made do. He didn't have anything good; we had to use these scraps to make up the numbers. However, we've pretty much figured out all the information we wanted to know.”
Negris rolled his eyes in annoyance. The Light of Creation was described as scraps, what a joke! What was the Light of Creation used for again?
Ange took the God Tree Core and the Soul Crystal that contained the Light of Creation, scanned the tree core with his thoughts, measured its size, and cut a piece about three fingers thick, handed it to Little Sapling, then cut another piece about two and a half fingers thick, handed it to the old tree, and kept the rest for the time being.
Negris was amazed, “Is the life force that strong? Old Tree and Seedling together can't digest it at once?”
Ange shook his head, whether it was strong or not was another matter. The main point was that this was the power of another tree, and it required a process for transformation and digestion; you couldn't add too much at once, like fertilizing and watering, it had to be done progressively, adding too much at once could easily 'burn' the plant.
Then Ange turned his attention to the Light of Creation, realizing that he seemed to recognize it, or rather, not he knew it, but the Dragon God did.
He pinched it slightly and directly squeezed out the Light of Creation, pondered for a moment, then Ange waved towards the distance. Little Zombie, with two dark circles under his eyes, ran over, followed by Little Angel.
Ange knocked Little Zombie on the head in annoyance. Little Zombie's head shrank back as he weakly covered his head, “Ouch.”
Unconvinced, Little Angel shouted loudly, “Ouch!”
Ange, irritated, tapped the empty space in front of him, yet there was a 'thud' on Little Angel's head, and then she too squatted down, clutching her head–space head knock.
He treated the burnt black under-eye circles of Little Zombie with two Purify spells, then Ange pressed the Light of Creation onto the skin where his heart was.
Following that, two shadowy figures of the Undead Gods emerged from his body, standing to the left and right, as a constant stream of Soul Energy flowed into the point where Ange pressed.
The point of Light of Creation grew brighter and brighter, almost as if it were about to explode under Ange's fingertip, until Ange pressed down hard, pushing it into the body of the Little Zombie.
After he let go, a patch of purple appeared on the Little Zombie's skin, resembling a birthmark.
Negris inhaled sharply, “Purple skin? Mourning Necromancer?”
There are Mourning Skeletons, but no Mourning Undead Witches; theoretically, they should exist, as long as the Necromancer's soul can condense into a Mourning Soul, turning it into a Mourning Undead Witch. However, theory is theory, and the reality is that not a single Zombie has managed to condense a Mourning Soul.
Locke Feiti Harvey, along with Balu from the Star Burst Plane and Locke, meant Ange had already seen five Mourning Skeletons, not to mention a Black Crystal Skeleton.
In other words, even Skeletons had Black Crystals, but Zombies had no Mourning–no one knew why.
However, now, Ange forcefully pressed a bit of the Light of Creation into the Little Zombie's body, 'creating' a small patch of purple skin.
Realizing what Ange intended to do, Negris asked in shock, “Can this work? Can you create a purple-skinned Necromancer like this? The Little Zombie's soul hasn't mourned yet; can it support the skin without degenerating?”
Ange needn't answer, for the Little Zombie had already flipped his own bag over, revealing a full load of Soul Crystals, and patting his chest, he even absorbed one as if to say: It can support, with Soul Crystals.
Negris felt a darkness come over him. If one could eat Soul Crystals like food, then it would indeed hold up. But what was the point? Maintaining a small patch of Mourning on the flesh wouldn't provide the body with corresponding defenses.
Ange scratched his head in concern and pointed to the purple spot, saying, “Consume, activate, replenish, enhance, possible Mourning.”
Although the Mourning process of the small patch of flesh would consume a large amount of Soul Energy, it would also activate the soul. By continually replenishing it, the Little Zombie's soul might be uplifted and could very well condense a Mourning Soul.
Ange's explanation was wrought with distress, a sentiment Negris understood all too well, yet he managed to translate the meaning.
If there was a chance to condense a Mourning Soul, then this experiment was indeed meaningful. After all, Ange had no shortage of Soul Crystals and Soul Energy at the moment.
“Aw!” The Little Angel pointed at the Little Zombie's purple skin, emitting a disgruntled sound.
Ange also pointed at her wings, echoing, “Aw!”
The Little Angel realized she didn't have a leg to stand on, since she had her Great Angel's Wings for so long, and the Little Zombie had never complained.
Pouting sulkily for a moment, she ran over to poke at the Little Zombie's purple skin, curiously studying it. But as she prodded, it was unclear whether she had irritated the Little Zombie, as the two of them started fighting again.
Ange watched the two for a while before his shoulders slumped, abandoning any attempt to stop their scuffle.
Not only was he accustomed to it, but others were too. After all, they couldn't be damaged, and some combat skills were learned in this rough and tumble play.
Coming back to his senses, Negris asked, “Didn't they say that the most important intelligence was also exchanged? What was it?”
“Oh, it's about the Purgatory Twins. They have a habit of splitting up; one stays with the group, and the other roams. The roaming one flits about, and when they encounter an enemy, they can instantly reach each other's location, even across the entire Void,” Anthony explained.
“That amazing? Isn't that just like the Space Passage between the old tree and Seedling?” Negris inquired.
“Somewhat, yes. So the Great Demon King of the Purgatory Twins is moving with the Dark Wing, but the Little Demon King is still in the Chaos Plane. Right, this bit of Light of Creation was exchanged from the Little Demon King by Dimali.”
Chapter end
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