Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1170

Chapter 1170: Chapter 734: When I Don't Exist Chapter 1170: Chapter 734: When I Don't Exist Kelerite was caught in a profound dilemma of choice, and the very premise of choice is that there are options to choose from. Now, he had options, because the Demon Lord before him was merely his disguise–his true identity being the impostor Devil King of Purgatory. Abandoning all, he still was a fake among the gods, not needing to engage in a head-on battle with the enemy.

Plus, he harbored a worrying thought: were these enemies minions of the Little Demon King, deliberately luring him out to expose himself?

But after pondering for a while, he dismissed the notion as improbable; the Little Demon King was under the Abyssal Big Mouth's command, and the Undead should be servants of the Undead Ruler–both factions were sworn enemies, hardly likely to collaborate to trap him.

Weighing his options, Kelerite still couldn't resign himself to just fleeing and muttered, “Just one lash, just a single strike. If it doesn't kill him, I'll run. The speed at the tip of the Whip of Instant Goddess is as fast as lightning; I refuse to believe a pile of dead bones could withstand it.”

Having made up his mind, Kelerite gripped the fully charged whip in his hand and hoisted it with force.

With a fizzing sound, tiny red lightning bolts dissipated, and the entire length of the whip, as if supported, no longer drooped to the ground but floated up slowly, the hundreds of meters long whip undulating like an elongated serpent.

Kelerite had stumbled upon enough materials for this whip by sheer fortune and then had the powerful Ancient God–Wanderer Drosa–craft it for him, costing him fifty thousand years of Divine Power in the process.

The materials were root fibers from the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, entwined with the fluff of Hole Bugs; the fluff of Hole Bugs possessed a property that disregarded space, and the roots of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms could penetrate space. Remarkably tough, they could withstand the immense tearing that came with such 'disregard.' With one lash, the tip's velocity could reach the speed of lightning.

When an object possesses the speed of lightning (not that Lightning), it inherently wields terrifying destructive power.

However, upon the whip's completion, Kelerite discovered he couldn't swing it, or rather, couldn't unleash it with the speed of lightning. Out of necessity, he sought Wanderer Drosa again, offering another twenty thousand years of Divine Power for a solution–Charging.

The Blood Pool Demon Palace's construction method was also bartered from Drosa; the palace itself was a mighty weapon, said to have the power to slay Ancient Gods. The charging method for the whip was the same as that for the Demon Palace: both consumed Divine Power.

This resulted in a deficit in Kelerite's Divine Power–of course, mostly because his method of collecting Divine Power was exceedingly archaic; he actually had demons offer faith.

Demons, a powerful species, are least in need of faith, capable of overcoming most challenges with their robust bodies.

Faith is the hope of the weak. Expecting demons to offer it clearly indicated low efficiency, and as for human elves who indeed needed faith, Kelerite looked down upon them, resorting only to primitive blood sacrifices–a method painfully inefficient.

Drosa exchanged seventy thousand years of Divine Power, which was just enough to fire the Starburst Array once.

However, no matter the Divine Power expenditure, as long as he could wield the Whip of Instant Goddess, it would unleash terrifying destructive power.

“Just one lash and leave, only one lash then I'll go,” Drosa muttered, leaping out from the tower, slowly swiping the whip in his hand as if dragging a massive mountain.

The movement was initially very slow, but it regained normal speed once a third of the way through. In the final third, his arm suddenly accelerated, leaving behind afterimages.

The hundreds-of-meters-long whip lashed out abruptly, tensed up, snap–
A crisp sound of air being split rang out, then stopped abruptly because the velocity at the tail end of the whip had instantly surpassed the speed of sound's travel.

Since the moment Kelerite appeared, Ange's gaze had been fixed on the whip in his hand, tilting his head, “Elf Beans?”

Then he saw the abruptly lashed-out long whip, shuddered throughout his body, and without a second thought, underwent the Dragon God Transformation, releasing his domain–the Time-Space Domain.

The long whip, seemingly instantaneously transcending space, entered the Time-Space Domain and its speed plummeted.

Ange swiftly raised his arm–a whip's tail as thin as a hair struck his hand, scales flying, flesh ripping apart.

The Time Domain slowed everything down, allowing everyone to clearly see the slow-motion scene unfold. Scales were bisected as if by a sharp blade, flinging in two directions, the whip's tail continued to delve deeper, severing tendons and muscle fibers, until finally cleaving onto a black crystalline hand bone.

Negris gasped in shock, “The Dragon God Transformation got blown apart?!”

It was the first time Negris had ever seen an attack that could break the Dragon God Transformation. With the defensive power of the Dragon God, even most Ancient Gods might not be able to penetrate its defense, yet the whip in the hands of the Demon Lord easily burst the scales and destroyed flesh and blood.

But that was all it could do. When the whip struck the Black Crystal Arm, it could go no further. Instead, it wrapped tightly around the bones of the hand after several coils.

The temporal realm slowed down the speed of the whip's end, preventing it from unleashing its full destructive power. The Body of Dragon God endured the remaining damage; by the time it wrapped around the hand, it was already at the end of its strength.

Ange grasped the whip tightly, forcefully pulling it towards himself.

Kelerite watched in horror as Ange blocked his whip, and then felt a powerful tug. The whip was yanked right out of his hands.

Oh my god, is this still a skeleton? Is this still a skull? Kelerite dared not linger any longer and turned to flee.

Ange conjured a Lightning Spear and hurled it with all his might, but Kelerite had already dashed into the tower. The Lightning Spear grazed his back as it passed.

In fact, the Lightning Spear also had nearly the speed of lightning, but as it was concentrated energy, its destructive power was not on the same level as a physical whip.

Dragging the whip behind him, Ange charged up the tower, but Kelerite was long gone.

Negris and Anthony also followed up, expressing regret, “Damn, he got away. No doubt, this Demon Lord is the impostor Devil King of Purgatory.”

Pink Hem exclaimed in surprise, “Ah? No way? That's the Blood-consuming Monarch Kelerite, he was impersonating the Lord?”

“Exactly, it's him. Didn't you notice his face was very smooth? Very few wrinkles. Have you ever seen a demon with such tender skin?” Negris asked.

Pink Hem touched her own face, “Am I not tender? But now that you mention it, it does seem rather smooth. I've seen Kelerite before; his face was full of pits and hollows and some little spikes. Looking at his face just now, there were far fewer, wow, the Goddess of Beauty Fist is that effective? It's a shame he got away, I really wanted to touch it.”

Ange, who was fiddling with the whip, suddenly said, “He won't escape.”

As he spoke, he waved the whip–but the whip, already swung once, had lost seventy to eighty percent of its energy and hung limp to the ground.

Ange gripped it tightly, and Divine Power surged into it. The previously limp whip instantly sprung to life.

Kelerite fled in a sorry state, shrinking his body as he ran, transforming into Swift Form, and shooting straight from the tower into the underground cave network. He sped towards a point he could sense.

He was terrified. To catch the Whip of Instant with one hand? He couldn't comprehend how terrifying Ange's Dragon God Transformation was–that was a Primordial God. To have his whip explode a Primordial God Transformation, he was already proud enough.

If he had sufficient Divine Power, another two lashes might actually injure Ange.

Unfortunately, he wasn't at that level and didn't realize just how powerful that lash was. He only felt that Ange was abnormally strong; to catch the whip with one hand, this wasn't a skeleton, it was definitely some Ancient God in disguise.

Running for his life, he finally reached a large space at the core of the earth. Several thick roots hung down, twisting into a half-formed face suspended in the middle of the space.

All the ends of the roots were moldy and rotting, dripping with black liquid, and a feeble message spread: Save–me–
Kelerite sighed in relief. Having reached this place, he was truly safe. As long as he squeezed into that mass of roots and recovered his God Status, he could use the special Blood Boiling Method to leave this Abyss and transfer to another Blood Pool.

Just as he was about to plunge into the roots, a large hand grabbed his neck and yanked him back, “You thought I wasn't here?”

Chapter end

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