Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1245

Chapter 1245: Chapter 808: Disconnected Chapter 1245: Chapter 808: Disconnected Ange scratched his head, “What Abyss?”

It was only after he left that he recalled that, in order to gather the nearby Chaos Mist, he had used the Abyssal profundity, and then became engrossed in planting trees in Dimensional Space.

The Abyssal profundity created a black curtain, devouring a vast swath of mist, while the distant mist continuously replenished, continuing to be devoured by the black curtain. Thus, the space without the Chaos Mist grew larger and larger, gradually expanding to the platform.

Originally, the iron belly had opened up a vast space without mist, but as time passed, the nearby mist filled it back in, and then suddenly, inexplicably, another vast space without mist appeared on the other side.

Everyone thought the iron belly had come back, but when they approached, they saw a black curtain that frightened everyone.

From Ange's perspective, it looked like a black curtain enveloped his location, but from the outside, it appeared as a pitch-black Abyss.

Especially the Abyssal Big Mouth–upon seeing it, he immediately recognized it as his own Abyssal profundity. Although it was much smaller than its actual Abyssal form, it was undoubtedly executed by someone who mastered the Abyssal profundity.

“Not good, it's my Abyssal profundity. Apart from me, only Void Will has mastered the profundity. It's Void Will–he's been surveilling us. Run!” Abyssal Big Mouth's expression drastically changed.

“Wait, it might not be the Void Will. You just exchanged the Ancient Godlight with the Abyssal profundity. It might be Ange using the profundity,” Negris suddenly had a premonition that it was Ange's doing and called out to him mentally while speaking.

But the main feature of the Abyssal profundity was to devour everything towards the center, even light couldn't escape, and with Ange engrossed in planting trees, he couldn't hear anything.

“Ancient Godlight? You exchanged the Abyssal profundity for Ancient Godlight? You have the Ancient Godlight?” Dark Origin heard this for the first time.

But Abyssal Big Mouth didn't have time to worry about that and instead urgently said, “How could he have mastered it so quickly after just receiving it? It's definitely the Void Will.”

“What's Void Will doing here performing the profundity? Just for fun?” Negris retorted irritably, “Just wait a minute.”

After finishing his sentence, Negris's head drooped, and he disconnected.

Abyssal Big Mouth thought about it and it was true–Void Will wouldn't perform Abyssal profundity here as it was pointless.

But comparing with Ange mastering his profundity in an instant, Big Mouth rather hoped it was the Void Will's doing. His profundity couldn't be mastered by others so easily.

With conflicted feelings, he waited for a long time until the black curtain receded, revealing Ange's figure.

Impossible! It's absolutely impossible! How could you have mastered my Abyssal profundity so quickly!? Abyssal Big Mouth inwardly screamed.

The Monarch was also curious, “How did you do it?”

The profundity of the Abyssal Big Mouth, being a core part of its origin, was incredibly complex.

According to descriptions found in the memory of an Ancient God familiar with the Abyssal profundity, it involved influences such as strong force, weak force, and Thunder Power. The Monarch couldn't understand it, not even when the memory was infused directly into his soul.

Ange tilted his head, looking somewhat perplexed, and said, “This way, that way, it can be done.”

After a moment of awkward silence, the crowd squeezed out a smile and said in unison, “Oh, so it's just this way and that way, got it.”

“Really worthy of being an Origin profundity, so easy to understand, got it.”

“Understood, understood, so that's how it is.”

Only a few were left scratching their heads, “What do you understand? You all understand? Is it really easy to understand? Why didn't I hear…”

Everyone quickly dismissed these matters, as not understanding the origin's profound meaning was normal; if you could understand it that easily, wouldn't you be an origin too?

The Abyssal Big Mouth was severely affected, as it realized that Ange truly had mastered it, and it wasn't a fluke or a stroke of luck.

After a false alarm, everyone returned to the platform, and Dark Origin said, “Let's find a safe place, in case the Void Will suddenly appears. Seeing us like this, it will definitely know what we're about to do.”

“But isn't the Chaos Mist the best camouflage? Isn't it said that even the Void Will cannot penetrate the mist?” Negris said.

“But we can't see if it has penetrated the mist either. What if we're just unlucky enough to bump into it? What if its people misinterpret and make their way through the mist, and at a glance, see us crouching here? By the way, why are we crouching?” Dark Origin asked, puzzled.

“It's a habit, we've just gotten used to it,” everyone awkwardly stood up. They had gotten used to squatting in fieldwork, and it had become a habit.

Remembering the Holy Shroud, the Abyssal Big Mouth said, “You should make some kind of tent from that fabric you tied me up with, and have someone stand guard outside. If anything approaches, they should shout.”

The Monarch smiled slightly, “Nothing can approach my territory unnoticed.”

Negris couldn't help but retort, “Didn't the iron-bellied toad just get close?”

The Monarch, shamefaced, would have blushed if he had a face, and argued, “I said 'unnoticed'. That toad was slapping its belly as it approached, scattering my Fog City Ghosts.”

“Fog City Ghosts?” Negris asked, surprised.

“A special spiritual body that uses the Chaos Mist as its form, hiding inside the Chaos Mist, you definitely won't see it. I'll teach you later,” the Monarch replied.

As they chatted casually, Anthony had already pulled out the Holy Shroud and personally began setting up the tent.

For the Pope of Light himself to act personally was unavoidable. Among everyone present, he was second last in strength, but it couldn't be expected of Negris, who was the very last, to set up the tent–it would take till nightfall.

As soon as Negris stepped into the tent, he immediately blacked out and toppled to the ground. Eventually, it was Ange who took out the Bronze Book, which then projected back onto his body.

Dark Origin, experiencing the Holy Shroud for the first time, became stiff as soon as he entered the tent, taking a good while to adjust.

“What an amazing fabric, it can actually block mental connections?” Dark Origin said in astonishment.

“But you weren't blocked, how did you manage that?” Negris asked. If it was possible to project through the Holy Shroud, there would have been no need to pull out the book earlier.

“Darkness is everywhere,” Dark Origin stated pretentiously.

It seemed he projected through the Dark Element, Negris silently noted, turning to the Abyssal Big Mouth and asking, “What about you? How come you weren't blocked?”

“The Abyss is within me,” the Abyssal Big Mouth replied.

True to the Primordial God's nature, they all possessed the ability to break through the shielding of the Holy Shroud.

After all was set, they finally got to the main topic. Anthony introduced, “Combining all the information we have now, to eliminate the Void Will, we first need to replace it. The Void Will aims to become the new Ancient Godlight, so it needs to collect most of the consciousness in the Void. We can use this fact to bait him. I was out of ideas, but now we have a way.”

“When we start collecting consciousness in the Void and compete with the Void Will for resources, he will definitely command you to give us trouble again. At that time, Dark Origin, you…”

Just as Anthony was speaking, Dark Origin suddenly trembled and collapsed to the ground, disconnected.

Chapter end

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