Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1175

Chapter 1175: Chapter 739 Protect Lord Nage Coming to Me Chapter 1175: Chapter 739 Protect Lord Nage Coming to Me “Hehe, it's me, but I'm certainly not one of the servants of Light. Look, what's this?” Negris revealed his Soul Fire with a chuckle.

Lidali and Helan's eyes widened instantly, and Helan couldn't help but poke Little Fat Dragon's belly: “Aren't you alive? How can you have Soul Fire?”

Just as Helan was about to poke further down, Negris swatted his hand away, “Where are you touching? Magical, isn't it? The perfect fusion of life and death, you've never seen this before, have you?”

After being smug for a moment, Negris finally said, “You recognized me in an instant, you couldn't be the consciousness sent over when Hayden died, could you? Is there something you want to talk about?”

At this, Helan exploded, his hand trembling as he materialized hundreds of black threads around Negris's body, furiously saying, “I almost forgot, it was you who killed Hayden! Detestable, I want to tear you apart.”

Negris smirked, completely unconcerned about the black threads on his body, and complained, “Do you know who I am? Dare to damage a single scale of mine, and I'll complain to the Old Immortal, and he'll thrash you.”

Sending Negris to meet them was precisely because this wasn't his true body; it essentially couldn't be killed.

Lidali and Helan felt a sudden dread. The Old Immortal? Did they mean Your Majesty? Dare Little Fat Dragon call Your Majesty the Old Immortal? What kind of status did it have?

Helan suddenly realized something he might have overlooked. These people from His Majesty's homeland might not necessarily be subjects, but could also be pets, wives, children…

'Wives and daughters' here is a metaphor, referring to partners or successors in a similar relationship. If so, if Helan had branded their souls, would His Majesty refine him into a soul bead and throw him in the latrine?

He quickly pulled Lidali aside, their souls communicating, “The plan just now is off, canceled.”

Returning to Negris's presence, Helan put on a smile, “You jest, good sir, we didn't know you before–just a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. I've retrieved Hayden's branding, he's not exactly dead, how should I address you?”

“That's more like it, just call me Negris. You retrieved Hayden's branding? Where is he?” asked Negris.

The thousand-year-old Godman was habitually cautious and wouldn't expose Ange in an environment that could threaten him. The stretching shadows were the main reason, but Hayden was also one of them. If Hayden was fine, then they held no personal grudge against this Undead before them.

However, Helan awkwardly stated, “I couldn't resurrect him, we'll have to wait until His Majesty has the time to help me resuscitate him.”

“Oh, how is the Old Immortal now? Tosses his stuff and runs off without a trace, and still dares ask us for help? See if I don't blast him dead. How do I contact him? I want to speak to him,” Negris fumed.

The Old Immortal had not only erased many of his memories but also taken away his Enlightenment Aura, Kvada, maybe not just the Enlightenment Aura, but since the memories were erased, Negris couldn't recall what else. Once they met, he definitely needed to settle accounts.

Lidali and Helan braced themselves again. Hearing this tone, Little Fat Dragon's status wasn't low at all. Helan tentatively asked, “And Lord Locke?”

“Locke is at home guarding the house. He's not much use other than fighting,” Negris disparaged.

Lidali and Helan exchanged glances, truly shocked. Locke was the most capable subordinate whom His Majesty had told them about, known by name and title, yet now he was disdained by this Little Fat Dragon? What in the world was the origin of this dragon?

If it were any other situation, it might not have mattered, but this Little Fat Dragon had been pressing them to contact His Majesty, clearly full of confidence. This posture didn't seem like that of a subordinate of His Majesty, but more like a creditor.

Relieved that they hadn't made any rash moves, Helan and Lidali quickly conjured up a ball of Soul Fire, preparing to contact His Majesty.

Seeing this ball of Soul Fire, Negris was somewhat baffled, “Can't you directly call the Old Immortal? Don't you have Soul Contact? Why do you need to summon another ball of Soul?”

If there was Soul Contact, a direct mental call would let the Old Immortal project his presence; why go through such trouble?

Helan and Lidali sheepishly explained, “We don't have Soul Contact with His Majesty. He said, 'Don't pledge anymore, go play by yourselves, just call me with this if needed, so I don't have to sever it later.'”
Negris was speechless, this was indeed the style of the Old Immortal, probably disdaining them for not being able to contribute any power. In case something happened, cutting them off would be too troublesome. The Old Immortal had already severed the soul contact with his subjects twice, and couldn't be bothered to do it a third time.

Under the independent Soul Call, a strong thought projection came through, and with a roar! The originally modest Soul Flame suddenly surged up, the flame shooting up to a height of four or five meters, rapidly increasing in intensity, eventually manifesting a figure.

Negris had seen this figure several times before, such as in Deloge City when Ange had summoned the Breath of Death Mist to manifest this figure.

As soon as the thought projection arrived, it immediately fell upon Negris, who subconsciously shrank back, as if seeing something terrifying, “Negris?”

“Heh, bet you didn't expect to see me here. You old immortal, give me back my memories!” Negris roared and lunged forward, giving him a flick of his tail whip.

The Undead King just thought to seize him, but upon hearing the last sentence, he immediately shrank back guiltily, allowing Negris's tail to strike him.

His form dispersed and then gathered again, the Undead King let out a loud, dry laugh, “You know already, haha, haha.”

Then he muttered softly, “Didn't I erase it? How can he still remember?”

“You old immortal, you wouldn't know, but we saved the witch Feiti and Locke. They told me. You also took my Enlightenment Aura and so on, hand them over to me now!” Negris shouted.

The Undead King scratched his head awkwardly, “I left the aura with a Stone Dragon. Let Locke find it and return it to you. As for the Power of Time and Space, come to me, I'll return it, but how did you get so thin? Can you still wield the Power of Time and Space?”

“Is there anything else?” Negris asked. He didn't know how many skills the Undead King had taken from him, but for now, it was better to blame him for everything he couldn't use, “What about my Truth's Murmur, Spirit Enhancement, Staying Up Late, and so on?”

“What do I need your abilities for? I don't need to curse anyone. Forget it, just come over here, we'll talk then. Where's Locke? Where is Locke? Quickly, tell him to come and help me, help me secure the position, I am going to flip this Chaos Plane,” said the Undead King.

He turned to Lidali and Helan and said, “At all costs, protect Lord Negris to come here.”

Following the Undead King's words, two Soul Brands formed out of thin air and snapped onto the souls of Lidali and Helan, then a ball of flame materialized and floated in front of Negris.

Lidali and Helan looked at each other in shock, quickly knelt down and cried out, “Yes, protect Lord Negris at all costs.”

Then they turned to Negris and said, “Greetings, Lord Negris.”

The Undead King, who originally didn't want the hassle of establishing a soul connection, now imprinted two soul brands on them and handed over the Fire of Oath to Negris, clearly making them serve Negris. Their worst fears had come true.

But at this moment, they felt not the slight bit of reluctance, because the interaction between Negris and the Undead King revealed too much–calling His Majesty “old immortal,” even demanding that His Majesty return his memory skills, and His Majesty even feeling guilty?

This wasn't treatment for a subject; it was clearly the treatment for a creditor.

Negris held the Fire of Oath in his hand, and said with a wicked pleasure, “I have a master now, your Resting Camp has been taken over, and you definitely can't guess who has taken over your palace and God Status.”

The Undead King frowned, “You dedicated your soul? Someone forced you? Who is so bold? What's going on? Are you still free? Do you need me to rescue you? How are Lily and Feiti?”

He didn't ask a single question about his own palace and God Status.

Negris felt warmth in his heart, quickly saying, “No, no need, I–”
Before he could finish speaking, he saw the Undead King's form twist a few times and then burst apart, reverting to the original Soul Flame, and the connection was severed.

Negris looked bewilderedly at the Soul Flame, then turned to the equally stunned faces of Lidali and Helan, “What happened?”

Chapter end

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