Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1325

Chapter 1325: Chapter 886 Found—-It—- Chapter 1325: Chapter 886 Found—-It—- Inside the Red Giant Ball, a war that had been raging for twenty years continued, due to eternal chaos. Here, powerful individuals could not maintain their form and had to shrink within the “King's Protection Circle,” launching attacks from a safe distance.

The Little Angel was the most frustrated, pouting her lips and carrying her Great Angel's Staff, setting the power of the Holy Light Flash to its lowest, firing half-heartedly. As for her bare back, Ange had torn off the Great Angel's Wing, fearing she would recklessly charge out of the protective circle.

Outside the protection circle, eternal chaos would dissolve even the strongest of individuals.

Ange had built a protection circle with a time rate 1800 times normal, sheltering everyone within it. Within the boundary, Tree People, Holy Spirits, and Undead were continuously born, forming circles of defense, led by Little Zombie, fiercely battling the continuous influx of Red Giants from outside the circle.

People fell endlessly, and just as many were born. The war had lasted for twenty years, leaving the Ancient Godlight puzzled: Why won't he die?

The Monarch, hearing that Ange was using Time Extension Lines to create a new world, immediately concluded that the Ancient Godlight was doomed. However, the Ancient Godlight didn't know this; it believed that, within the eternal chaos, the Ancient Time Dragon was but a lamb to the slaughter, for there was no 'time' in eternal chaos.

Yet twenty years had passed, and Ange was unharmed. Life thrived within the protection circle, with newly born Tree People, Holy Spirits, and Undead joining the defensive line.

On the contrary, the Red Giant Ball continued to shrink. If this continued, it was very likely that the Ancient Godlight would be the one to perish.

“It seems the impossible has occurred. He is rebuilding 'order,' making chaos orderly, which is the only way to solve eternal chaos. But to rebuild 'order,' one needs…the power of creation…Light of Creation? Kvada!” The Ancient Godlight couldn't help but curse, a phrase it had heard from the Little Fat Dragon, although it didn't understand the meaning–it just wanted to vent.

If it hadn't been for the standoff until now, the Ancient Godlight would never have believed that someone could use the power of creation to solve its eternal chaos. Destroying the world is easy, but to create a new one…

“You are rebuilding order, so what if I destroy your order? Where are you rebuilding this 'order'?” The Ancient Godlight's thoughts flickered, scanning across time, space, and dimensions. Months later, it finally felt revitalized: “Found it.”

Little Bone had noticed the skeleton inside the cave right upon entering, for there was a soul within it, not a strong one, trapped inside the skeleton, unable to arise due to being buried too deeply and could only howl pitifully 'woe is me' inside.

This was actually a common situation faced by many newly born Undead. Those in the wilderness or at Chaotic Burial Mounds were better off, able to rise immediately upon reincarnation. Those buried in carefully constructed graves, however, were doomed to claw at the walls if they couldn't get out.

It was just like Duchess Misha, the forty-sixth descendant of Lisa. If Ange hadn't rescued her, she might have been trapped in the grave for decades or even forever because the one who usurped her duchy might never have buried her there again.

However, many of the Undead lacked self-awareness and would resign themselves if they couldn't rise, without any emotions. But for those souls with self-awareness, it was a disaster, equivalent to being locked in solitary for a lifetime.

“Woe, woe, woe… let me out… release me… woe, woe… I'll bite you…” The soul within the skeleton seemed to sense someone's presence and howled vigorously.

Regrettably, its soul was too weak to vibrate the air and produce sound like Little Bone could. Ordinary people couldn't hear it; maybe only the Divine Cavemen could, in their dreams, catch such soul fluctuations while sleeping.

After howling a few times and getting no response, the soul in the skeleton grew disappointed and sighed, “Unheard again… woe, woe…”

Little Bone stomped forcefully on the ground, and the earth rumbled beneath her. The skeletons were pushed up from the ground as if held by an invisible hand, rapidly assembling into a bone structure.

The soul within the skeleton was startled by this sudden event, for it found its body utterly out of control until it was fully pieced together. Only then did it regain control, screaming in terror at the first chance: Aooooh!

Ariola plopped down on the ground and scuttled backwards with her legs flailing: “Alive… alive, not a Giant Dragon.”

She hadn't noticed that Little Bone had used the King's Arrival, perhaps because she had no idea what the King's Arrival was. She simply thought the skeleton had climbed up by itself. Moreover, this skeleton, with its large head, short arms, long legs, big feet, and long tail, but without wings, was nothing like a Giant Dragon.

This skeleton stood about three meters tall, bipedal, without wings, and resembled more of a giant Two-legged Bird than a Dragon.

Just as this Two-legged Bird subconsciously tried to intimidate the two bipeds in front of it, Little Bone released the King's Arrival, and the Big Bird's head immediately fell off, rolling toward Ariola with a clatter.

Ariola jumped up in fright, screaming while kicking the large head, sending it rolling back.

The soul of the Two-legged Bird was too weak to control more than the skull, so when Little Bone released the King's Arrival, it couldn't support the entire skeleton and fell apart.

Now, being kicked back, it lacked the strength to reassemble its body, merely opening and closing its jaw, emitting a soulful wail. To Ariola, who couldn't perceive the soul's vibrations, it seemed like a silent accusation.

Having calmed down, Ariola inspected the entire skeleton and dug around the original pit once more before saying in disappointment, “So it's not a Giant Dragon skeleton. I thought it was with such big teeth. I'm very sorry, Lord Summoner, I don't need the skeleton. I'll pay triple the mercenary fee as compensation and hope for your forgiveness for my mistake.”

If an employer's incorrect information led to a loss, it was the employer's responsibility to bear it, especially in very dangerous missions where wrong information could risk the annihilation of the team. If the employer did not cover the losses, they could even end up being killed by mercenaries.

Thus, some major Mercenary Groups had their own information-gathering systems to avoid falling victim to unreliable employer intelligence or to prevent enemies disguised as employers from setting them up with false information.

Little Bone, not understanding any of this, just nodded her head at the mention of a mercenary fee.

Ariola let out a sigh of relief, promptly provided the compensation, and then waited a bit. Seeing that Little Bone had no intention of leaving, she left first.

Little Bone fiddled with the Two-legged Bird's nostrils, trying to drag it back with her. But just as she pulled it out of the cave, an idea struck her, and she dragged the big head back into the cave. After all, she was comfortable staying anywhere, and the cave environment wasn't bad, so she claimed it.

During the second half of the night, the concussed Divine Cavemen gradually woke up. Upon returning to the cave, they found that the bony structure that had knocked them out had occupied their cave.

The Divine Cavemen huddled together in a shivering mass, talking eagerly for a while. Then, one elderly caveman approached, vigorously bowing several times.

Little Bone watched blankly.

Seeing no reaction from Little Bone, the elderly caveman excitedly leaped back, and the remaining cavemen quickly surrounded her, dancing and singing with fervent bows and incessant shouts of “Divine Hair! Divine Hair!”

As the ritual reached its climax, a red flame suddenly burst into flame before Little Bone. A message, slowed down countless times, transmitted through it: Found– you– at– last–

Chapter end

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