Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1292

Chapter 1292: Chapter 855: Is That a Mage Tower? Chapter 1292: Chapter 855: Is That a Mage Tower? The Super Speed Snail was incredibly fast; when it accelerated through the resistance-free Void, it could even reach speeds of up to three million kilometers a day. Before long, they had left the Chaos Fog Region and entered the Voidland.

“Wow, it's so spacious here; there's nothing at all, not even the sparsest Element,” Negris exclaimed.

“Yeah, in the Chaos Plane, no matter how far the distance, there would always be some sparse elements, gases, dust, and the like. This place truly doesn't have a speck of material; no wonder the Ancient Gods don't understand this region at all. It's so barren, which Ancient God would come here?” Anthony also remarked.

The Chaos Plane has a very large area, but it is all concentrated on a flat plane; above and below are completely different worlds. Here, there isn't just a lack of Chaos Mist, there's not even a trace of material substances, not even the very sparse Wind Element found in the ordinary Void.

“Is there still any Dark Element?” Negris asked, it could sense other things but not the Dark Element, so it had to ask Ange.

Ange nodded.

“That's a relief, it's not a true Void then. But this also means that those Ancient Gods or creatures that don't understand the Dark Element wouldn't be able to survive in this Voidland. Could there really be something more than a hundred million kilometers away?” Negris said doubtfully.

“Others might not be able to survive, but the Void Will should be able to; after all, it is the Void Will,” Anthony said.

And so they flew on and on. In the beginning, Negris and Anthony still had the mood for idle chatter, but after the seventh day, they even lost interest in talking, leaving only Ange diligently planting things in the Dimensional Space, shoulders shrugging.

“Envy this Dead Skull, doesn't he ever get bored?” Negris's entire head drooped onto the snail's back as it muttered enviously.

Hearing its mutterings, the Monarch said, “Isn't it because of boredom that you plant things?”

“You're bored, not Ange. He just likes it, and he wouldn't have it any other way,” Negris replied.

The Farm Barrier of the Resting Camp was only created because the Monarch was too bored and had Durken set it up, along with a bunch of boundary stones.

Scratching his head a little embarrassedly, the Monarch said, “Yes, too bored. There was this one time, I idly said: How about we catch a dragon to keep? And Locke went out to catch me a dragon. Too bored, really.”

“Bored and you just catch things to keep? So idle… Wait, you caught me!? Kvada! So that's why Locke captured me, you didn't say that at the time. You said you had heard of my grand reputation as the God of Knowledge spreading far and wide across the earth, and wanted me to spread knowledge. Kvada, you tricked me–look me in the eye, you Old Immortal!!” Negris shouted angrily.

The Monarch shielded his face awkwardly, muttering, “Oops, I said too much, said too much.”

Luckily, the snail saved him from further embarrassment. The Super Speed Snail suddenly slowed down and said, “I can hardly feel my body anymore; I can't go on.”

“Huh?” Negris was instantly bewildered. Despite all their calculations, they had overlooked one thing: the Super Speed Snail was merely an offshoot of the Iron Scale Cleaner and was subject to distance limitations from its main body.

Perhaps it wasn't a matter of forgetting, but rather they did not know the limits of its range, not even the Iron Scale Cleaner itself was clear about how far its offshoot could be from the main body.

After all, the Abyssal Big Mouth had once allowed an offshoot to approach the Master Plane, which was even farther than here.

“I am not the Origin,” the Super Speed Snail said. “I can barely sense the main body anymore; I can't go any further.”

“What do we do now? Without you, if we have to fly slowly, it's going to take a long time. We might even be slower than Big Mouth's group,” Negris asked.

“One billion, eight hundred and ninety-seven million, kilometers,” Ange provided an exact yet round number.

“We've come that far? It's only been seven days, so you fly more than two million kilometers a day. You really can't go any further?” Negris still hoped for a possibility.

“Ow–,” the Super Speed Snail responded.

Since the snail couldn't go on, they had to let it return. They couldn't even stuff it into the Dimensional Space because the anchor point of the Dimensional Space was Ange's hand; if Ange moved forward, it was the same as the snail moving forward, and in the end, it would still be disconnected from the main body.

Watching the Super Speed Snail's retreating silhouette, Negris suddenly came up with a question, “What about your Undead Godhood? Can you sense it? If we keep running and you lose the connection to your Undead Godhood, that would be a huge loss.”

Negris was referring to the Undead Godhood that was anchored in the Monarch's domain.

Ange patted his chest. “I am Origin.”

Negris nearly choked on his blood, because Ange's statement was clearly a response to Super Speed Snail's claim of “I am not Origin.” Was this Dead Skull now even too lazy to speak properly?

“Fine, you're the Origin, so take us flying over there,” Negris said, somewhat irritated.

“Oh,” Ange replied, his scales rippling as he transformed into the Muscle Dragon God. His wings unfolded, and with one hand, he grabbed Negris, and with the other, Anthony, and off they flew into the distance.

He's actually carrying us? Negris was a bit surprised and quickly adjusted Ange's claws to carve out a dragon-ergonomic comfort space for himself.

Now, as the Muscle Dragon God, Ange was over a dozen meters tall, with broad shoulders and long limbs; his hand enveloped Negris completely.

The Monarch also summoned his Primordial Body and flew forward side by side with Ange. As they flew, he suddenly asked, “The snail only made it 18 million kilometers before it couldn't hold on anymore. How far do you think we can make it?”

Ange tilted his head, then shook it.

Negris translated, “Don't know. What about you? How far do you think you can project?”

The Monarch pondered and said, “The distance from Star Burst Plane to Chaos Plane is about one billion kilometers, right? So, one billion kilometers it is. Beyond that, I have no clue.”

“Why are you asking this? The place we're going to is only 180 million kilometers away, which is much farther,” Negris said.

“What if there's a place, 100 billion kilometers away, 1,000 billion kilometers, or even ten thousand times a 1,000 billion kilometers? Do you think I could fly that far?” the Monarch mused.

“Phew… Ten thousand times a 1,000 billion kilometers? Is the Void that vast? Isn't that practically the end of the Void? Why would you go so far?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“Just curious. Do you think it's possible?” the Monarch said.

“It should be, right? You don't die. Just fly slowly, and one day you'll get there,” Negris said.

The Monarch shook his head. “Still, one can die. Haven't you noticed there's nothing in the Void? Not even the breath of death. If I were to fly in such an environment for ten thousand years, my soul would also wither and perish.”

“You've actually considered this? Are you insane? Kvada, no wonder you didn't accept Locke's offering. You must have been planning this all along–to fly a quintillion kilometers? What are you looking for?” Negris asked.

“Looking for something worth chopping. The Ancient Gods here are too weak; it's uninteresting,” the Monarch said.

Hearing this, Negris knew the Monarch wasn't just talking big; he had made up his mind. This Old Immortal was never one to stay put.

After being hit by a Faith Storm, he didn't hesitate to discard his body, projecting to the Star Burst Plane, fighting his way from the ground to the Starburst Array, and from the Starburst Array to the Chaos Plane. There was no need to guess; he must have discovered something that made his soul restless once again.

“Still too weak? You couldn't even handle the Void Will. Deal with the Void Will first,” Negris said irritably.

The Monarch smiled. “I've already revealed the biggest secret of the Chaos Plane to Ange. If the Void Will truly originates from the Ancient Godlight, then Ange could easily crush it.”

“But you still can't just wander off. Study the Void thoroughly first. It wouldn't be good if you truly died on the way,” Negris said.

“Yes, what if there truly is a distance that expansive? Even if we took the entire Chaos Plane with us, we might not reach our destination. It's like being in a desert; even if we brought all the food with us, we still couldn't traverse it. The Void is that desert, a desert of energy levels,” the Monarch sighed deeply.

Ange tipped his head; although he heard everything the Monarch said, it was complicated. Forget it, Ange didn't want to think about it; he just focused on flying forward.

Although he was slower than the Super Speed Snail, after five months, he still discovered something.

“Hiss–Am I seeing things? Is that a Mage Tower? What kind of joke is this?”

Chapter end

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