Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1145

Chapter 1145: Chapter 709 Faster Than Your Wife, Huh? Chapter 1145: Chapter 709 Faster Than Your Wife, Huh? If it had been when Ange had just encountered her, the Witch would have loyally guarded the Monarch's body, not allowing even a touch or a speck of dirt without causing a fit.

But after spending more time together, the Witch realized things weren't proper or smooth; Ange was the true inheritor of the Undead God, the new lord of the Resting Camp, and her own Soul Contact had been disrupted, mere remnants of past servants. What reason did she have to guard the Monarch's body?

If she had strength, it would be one thing, but if she couldn't win a fight, wasn't it easy for Ange to take it anyway?

Although her self-belief gave her strength comparable to Gods, save for the Goddess of Redemption and Little Fat Dragon, who among so many Gods under Ange's command could she actually defeat?

She might not even be able to defeat Lisa, whose Divine Technique was too bizarre–who looked at someone and made them pregnant?

However, this sparked a different idea in the Witch. If she could have a child with the Great Sage, that seemed like a rather happy prospect.

But two issues needed resolving–being a Witch, could she be made pregnant by just a look? And if she were made pregnant by a look, how would the child count as hers and the Great Sage's, instead of hers and Lisa's?

When they were discussing beauty treatments, and this topic came up, Lisa became embarrassed: “This is so awkward. I never thought about this. If all the children from Conceive with a Glance are considered mine, Feilin would go crazy. It can't be counted like that.”

Lisa thought for a moment and said, “Conceive with a Glance is to increase the likelihood of conception during marital relations. If you get pregnant by my gaze during marital relations, that should count as your child.”

“We're a Witch and an Undead, how could we have marital relations? If I turn over, he'll be squashed into smoke,” the Witch said irritably.

Lisa thought for a while: “There's a way. Find an Enchanting Demon. I've heard Demons have a position called Divine Intercourse that allows different species to have marital relations.”

At that time, Shamara was there as well, and hearing such a provocative topic, she turned red and couldn't resist saying, “Can you maybe not talk about this while I'm here? It's so embarrassing.”

Lisa couldn't help but laugh: “That's because you haven't stayed in the Goddess of Beauty City. The topics those high ladies discuss are really explosive, a bunch of married women together, tsk, tsk, like Madam Latcher…”

Then the topic quickly turned to Madam Latcher's ninety-eight lovers, making Shamara feel both shy and curious…

With the second problem resolved, only the first remained–could a Witch get pregnant?

“Seek the Lord. The Lord can animate stones; animating you shouldn't be difficult.”

Ange could overpower her, and she wasn't his heir. Now that Ange had taken the Black Crystal Body, it was indeed a relief for her.

Locke returned but didn't find the Black Crystal Body or the Witch, immediately realizing something was wrong. By the time he ran back, there was no trace of Ange to be found.

After leaving Eternity Road, Big Cat flopped onto the ground, turning into a big ball of fur, and everyone busily burrowed into the fur, emerging into a Void.

Ange recognized this place–it was connected by one of the smaller holes of that Hole Bug, easy to identify because right ahead was the region of Chaos Mist.

Of course, saying 'right ahead' was a bit of an understatement–it was still very far, maybe requiring seven or eight days of full-powered flying, and even then, one might not reach it. The area of the Chaos Mist was simply too vast, visible from a great distance.

As a Bard once said: “If you can see her face clearly, you're still far away; if she becomes unpredictable, then you've already entered her heart.”

The same applied here–if one truly approached the mist, all one would see was an unclear haze.

Once everyone came out, Big Cat, looking exhausted, shrank into cat form.

Negris hurriedly asked, “Big Cat, what's wrong?”

“Roar~” Big Cat cried.

“Did transporting so many people exhaust you?” Negris translated: “Just a few of us, and you're exhausted?”

Big Cat forcefully pointed at Thunder.

“Okay, Thunder, you alone count for all of us. We should have known better than to bring you.” Negris realized that when using the Teleportation Array, Thunder always paid five times the usual fee due to his size, let alone transporting from the Master Plane to the Chaos Plane.

“If I found out you left me, I'd tell everyone about your group leaving for fun,” Thunder said.

Suddenly Anthony asked, “Lord, can you still use your Dimensional Space? Are Starfire and Light of Creation still inside?”

Ange glanced at it and nodded.

Anthony asked, “Then why didn't you just pack everyone into the Dimensional Space and bring them over yourself?”

Ange froze, looked around, and scratched his head in distress.

Negris sneered, “This Dead Skull was probably thinking of 'sneaking away.' Scared of being found out by everyone, wasn't he going to think much?”

Ange quickly nodded.

“Ah, now you nod?” Negris fumed, implying that the Dead Skull was always infuriating.

Everyone was used to Ange's nature. Anthony then asked, “Lord, can we go back once and bring everyone including the Thunder Titan? This place is too open, and we need the Titan's chariot for transportation.”

Ange looked at Big Cat, who stretched out a paw with only four toes: “Aowu–”
“He needs to rest, for five days,” Ange said.

Anthony glanced at Big Cat's paws, unable to figure out how four toes were connected to five days.

“Should we hide first? According to Drosa, the environment here is complex and perilous, teeming with Ancient Gods. Even the weakest Ancient God is about on par with Drosa. If we roam around without speed, we won't even have a chance to run once discovered by an Ancient God.”

After finishing, Anthony added, “Bring Drosa along, he's familiar with the situation here.”

Everyone nodded hurriedly, initially too concerned with escaping to think clearly, especially since Ange was only thinking of escaping. They hadn't prepared anything before teleporting here.

Deciding to hide for a few days, Anthony pointed to a giant rock in the distance: “Let's hide over there for a few days.”

Ange nodded, flipped onto the back of Lightning, Little Angel got on, Little Zombie got on, Negris also mounted, and Big Cat jumped onto Lightning's head first. Everyone then turned to look at Anthony.

“This… this… sorry, Lightning,” Anthony said as he also squeezed onto the mount.

Lightning had resigned to its fate, reminiscent of the old times in Resting Abyss when they all rode together, nostalgically shouted, “Hold tight, watch Lightning's speed.”

With hooves spread, he dashed toward the distant giant rock.

“Lightning, you're too awesome and useful, running even faster than the Thunder Chariot,” Anthony, almost crouching on the horse's rump, praised loudly.

Lightning's tail flicked up, “Of course, faster than your wife, right?”

“My wife?” Anthony was puzzled for a moment before realizing who Lightning was referring to and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The bond between a knight and his mount can sometimes be closer than that with a wife–it's a relationship of life-dependent trust. However, Anthony had gone against its wishes, becoming a 'lapdog' for the Light, causing it to remain angry to this day.

A puff of black smoke emerged from Anthony, and formed into a hoof, kicking Lightning's behind. A black horse emerged, carrying Anthony as it burst forward, overtaking Lightning.

As they passed each other, the black horse gave a sidelong glance, “Stinky mouth horse.”

“Have you kissed it? How do you know if it smells? I've brushed,” Lightning casually retorted, powering forward to overtake the black horse.

The black horse, nose smoking in anger, surged forward, overtaking Lightning once again, but it dared not speak; Lightning's witty retorts were too much to handle.

Anthony also didn't dare speak, finally glad that his old companion allowed him to ride– a historic breakthrough.

The two kept overtaking each other, vying for the lead. Everyone was surprised to find that the black horse was not falling behind.

“That shouldn't be possible, a Black Knight outrunning a unicorn? Moreover, Thunder's master, Lightning?” Negris exclaimed in surprise.

Previously, it was said that Lightning was the Son of Thunder, above which was the Lord of Thunder Titans; now, Lightning was the master of Titans. Several dozens of Gold Titan, Thunder Titans were bullied by Lightning so much that only Mixed-Blood Titan, Purple Corpse could manage it, completely reversing the relationships.

Dozens of Titans were gathering Thunder Power for Lightning, providing electrotherapy, massaging it; Lightning's power was soaring up ceaselessly, evident from its running speed, now able to catch up with the Thunder Chariot.

“Hooves,” Ange suddenly said.

Everyone swiftly shifted their gaze to the black horse's hooves, observing a wisp of purple smoke emitting with every step. This was smoke, not light, essentially invisible in the pitch-black void unless looked at attentively.

“Hisss–Power of Mourning? Impossible.” How could it be? The black horse was just an extension of the Black Knights…

No, of all the Black Knights worldwide, only Anthony's black horse was unique; it wasn't an extension of Anthony's form, but a genuine Undead Horse, an extremely rare reincarnation of a horse's soul.

As known, it's challenging for animals to turn into undead or to retain their memories after becoming new undead, a process not considered reincarnation but rather a new birth.

Yet, the black horse was a rarity, retaining its memories with a robust soul, self-identifying as an Undead Horse, an independent Undead entity, not just an extension of Anthony.

In theory, it could advance to Mourning, but… Anthony himself couldn't ascend to Mourning. How could it, always tucked inside Anthony, use nonsense to strengthen its soul?

“Eh, maybe, the Soul Energy I received was fed to it, making its soul strong, but Mourning…”

Anthony himself found it far-fetched; among thousands of intelligent undead creatures across worlds, only four had ever reached Mourning, all being Skeletons. Could his Undead Horse ascend to Mourning? Too absurd!

Even though it didn't possess a Mourning Soul yet, having mastered the Power of Mourning, it might breakthrough someday, becoming the world's first Mourning Undead…Horse?

While Lightning and the black horse continued their speed competition, everyone soon approached the 'giant' rock, or rather, a mountain?

The giant rock was over ten thousand meters long and six to seven thousand meters wide, more resembling a fragment of a plane, or a massive mountain.

With ravines criss-crossing and countless holes on its surface, everyone casually found a crevice to land in. Just after touching the ground, Ange suddenly raised his hand.

Everyone immediately fell silent, even Lightning tiptoed, creeping stealthily.

Ange listened for a while and led everyone down a tunnel, possibly a kilometer deep, until they began hearing a sound that seemed like mumbling or perhaps wailing: “So hungry–”

Chapter end

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