Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1174

Chapter 1174: Chapter 738: The Servant of Light's Pet? Chapter 1174: Chapter 738: The Servant of Light's Pet? “I'll go if I must, just stop with all this fuss, you Death God's Staff.” Negris cursed under his breath as he took a long detour and exited through another passage, flying into the air.

In the void, Lidali was intently scanning the plane for anomalies, complaining as he did, “You have us hovering so high up that we can't even see the creatures on the ground. How do you expect them to come out?”

The Undead, with a high collar just like Hayden's, replied, “If they can't be seen at this height, then they couldn't possibly be the cause of the Undead resurgence. What does it matter whether they can see us or not?”

“That's true, but who could be so capable as to cause the resurrection of the Undead? Only Your Majesty can lead such a revival here,” Lidali said.

“Who else but the citizens of His Majesty's homeland? Our contact with them had been cut off; perhaps they've come looking now. But Lidali, with the ability to lead an Undead revival, those old subordinates of His Majesty are not weak. You need to be more cautious,” said the high collared Undead.

“Cautious? What do you mean? Do you think they might harm His Majesty?” Lidali asked, puzzled.

“Not harm His Majesty, but they could harm you,” said the high-collared Undead helplessly.

“What do you mean? Helan, you've been speaking in riddles ever since you established contact with His Majesty's homeland and even cultivated a Soul Brand. It's like you've become more bizarre, always talking in half-sentences. Just speak plainly, will you?” Lidali exclaimed in dissatisfaction.

Helan looked at him helplessly and sighed. He couldn't really blame Lidali; before he had raised Hayden, he too hadn't realized how complex the world was. Dealing with one another without Soul Contact could become exceedingly complicated.

Could he speak plainly with him, and was it the same with those unfamiliar old Undead?

“You're now the lord of the Chaotic Undead Legion, leading billions of Chaotic Undead. Is it because you're stronger than those Chaos Spirits?” Helan asked.

Lidali quickly shook his head, “No, it's just that among us, only we two have brains. You didn't want to lead, so you let me do it. Why, do you want to be the lord now? Should I give you the King's Brand?”

Helan covered his face in exasperation: “Who would want to be this damn lord? I mean, His Majesty's old subordinates are coming. If they are weak, it's one thing; but if they are strong, will His Majesty remove you as lord and replace you with them? Look at this Undead revival; clearly, they're much stronger than you. Do you want them to be the lord?”

“I'd love that, what's so great about being lord? I can't command a single one; you don't follow my lead, and all that's left are a bunch of dolts. What's the difference if I'm lord or not?” Lidali complained.

He never really felt like a lord because among them, only they two had brains; the rest were just Undead who would move when kicked, good for charging into battle but couldn't even pour a drink or peel fruit.

And the only live one, Helan, he couldn't command either. Taking advantage of his nimble mind, Helan would always tease him. What difference did it make whether he was lord or not?

Helan was too exasperated to resent, simply saying, “Then what if he asks us to offer our souls?”

“How could that be? We're loyal to His Majesty, why should we offer our souls to him? His Majesty is our king,” Lidali said excitedly.

Helan spread his hands, “What if His Majesty agrees too?”

Lidali froze, unable to accept Helan's hypothesis.

“His Majesty has never asked us to offer our souls, why? Because he didn't need to. His realm is so much higher than ours that establishing a Soul Contact with us is meaningless, in fact, it's a burden. But for the citizens from his homeland, there's no such burden. Once the Soul Contact is established, communication becomes easier. If he's stronger than you, do you think His Majesty will have you offer your soul to him?”

Lidali panicked slightly. Offering his soul to an unfamiliar Undead? He couldn't even bear to think about it; just his own messy thoughts alone, even if they were banished, he'd want to crawl from his grave and erase them, let alone let strangers see.

“What should we do?” Lidali asked in a panic, unconcerned about relinquishing power but adamantly against offering his soul to a stranger.

But if the strangers really made such a demand, His Majesty would likely agree. The other party was not only His Majesty's former subordinate but also possessed the ability to lead an Undead revival. Given His Majesty's character, it was evident what choice he would make.

“His Majesty doesn't even know they are here. Let's just pretend we don't know either. Let the Undead Army capture him and forcibly imprint a Soul Brand, claiming we discovered an Undead capable of leading the revival and wanted to capture him to offer to His Majesty. We will only find out too late that he is one of His Majesty's old subordinates after the imprinting, creating a fait accompli. His Majesty will probably be too lazy to deal with it and will just leave it be,” Helan suggested.

Lidali strongly agreed: “Right, right, right. Too lazy to deal with it, His Majesty is really… Let's do that.”

Although it wasn't good to frame His Majesty, Lidali fully agreed that His Majesty being lazy was very likely.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly noticed an abnormal target moving – dark yellow and flying. Both were stunned, “Why is it a dragon?”

Even if they racked their brains, they would never have expected to see a dragon here, let alone a Juvenile Dragon. This was the Demon's plane, the realm of the Little Devil King of Purgatory. How could a Juvenile Dragon appear here?

Moreover, the Juvenile Dragon was heading straight towards them, clearly coming to find them.

As the distance closed, Negris could also see the Undead in the void. As he ascended, his field of vision expanded, revealing a shadowy panorama from their location stretching to the end of the plane, meaning these Undead had encircled the entire plane.

“Kvada, so many? Is the Old Immortal here building another Undead Empire?” Negris muttered to himself, then waved at Lidali and Helan from afar before yelling, “Hello there! Are you Lidali? Which one of you is Lidali?”

Lidali and Helan exchanged a glance, at a loss. After talking so long, who knew that things wouldn't go as planned and a Bronze Dragon would appear out of nowhere? Could they still capture it and force a Soul Brand?

“Eh, wait, this dragon looks familiar. I feel like I've seen it somewhere before,” Helan said.

As Negris flew closer and cheerfully greeted them, Helan suddenly remembered, “It's you! You were the pet of those servants of Light who killed Hayden?”

Chapter end

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