Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1328

Chapter 1328: Chapter 889: Ancient Godlight, You Are a Fool! Chapter 1328: Chapter 889: Ancient Godlight, You Are a Fool! Little Bone cocked its head as it looked at the red imprint on its palm. It actually wanted to stamp onto its own soul?

Adams was worried for quite some time before he finally understood and asked in astonishment, “Just for this? But without establishing a soul contact, it's very difficult for you to use the power of the imprint, and besides, you are an Ashbone Skeleton. Establishing a soul contact would be beneficial for you, as it would allow you to wield the power of the Forbidden God.”

Then he added, “Try and see if you can use it? If you die quickly, without the support of the Forbidden God's power, you won't be able to use the imprint even if you have it.”

Little Bone gave it a try, but the imprint showed no response.

“See? Did you really think that a being like you, an Ashbone Skeleton, could wield such power?” Adams couldn't help but mutter to himself, “But how does an Ashbone Skeleton possess a Soul Heart? Could it be that it evolved too quickly and the bones didn't keep up? Right, Ashbone Skeletons don't possess such high intelligence.

“You wasted the power of the Godlight. Don't block it next time. I will let the Godlight shine on you again, and it will waste several more hours,” Adams said.

Little Bone thought about it and nodded. It wasn't the dim-witted kind of skeleton like Ange; this one was quite slippery, and who knows what was going through its mind.

Adams steadied his spirit and out of instinct prepared himself before reporting the matter to the Ancient Godlight. Unsurprisingly, he heard a grunt and the much-slowed-down reprimand: “Fool—-”
Then, an intense, excruciating pain originated from his soul, making it twist and contort.

If the agony of being chopped was a nine, and the pain of childbirth was a ten, then this torment was like giving birth through chops; not even an nineteen could contain it, the kind that could drive a person insane.

It took Adams quite some time to recover, his consciousness trembling deeply before a question emerged from within: “Why am I so proficient at this?”

Indeed, why was he so proficient? Had he been punished by the Ancient Godlight before? Why couldn't he remember? Had his memory been erased?

Although the Ancient Godlight had punished Adams, it still prepared the Imprint again. Little Bone was the pivot it had searched for months to find. To do it all over again, who knows how many years had passed in the Dimensional Space.

And so, several more hours went by, the sky was beginning to light up faintly, and the sun was about to rise when the imprint on the bone wand lit up again.

“Here it comes, raise my Magic Wand, and receive the power bestowed upon you by the Godlight, quick death!” Adams shouted excitedly as a beam of red light aimed at Little Bone's forehead.

Just as the red light was about to touch Little Bone's forehead, Little Bone did something that caused Adams' soul to convulse. It raised its palm again and used the back of its hand to block the red light.

“You!” Even a fool like Adams knew that the skeleton had done it on purpose, but his first reaction wasn't anger, but fear–the fear of experiencing that soul-wrenching pain again. The thought of having to report to the Ancient Godlight that he had been tricked and suffer the pain once more was enough to kill him with pain.

The first rays of sunlight hit the rooftop of the warehouse, and Little Bone floated up, raising the bone wand high, bathing the Imprint in the sunlight.

Adams watched in shock as Little Bone floated in mid-air, sensing the Magic Wave emanating from it, and said incredulously, “You, you can actually perform magic? Are you even a skeleton?”

Magic is an ability that requires extremely high intelligence and superior comprehension skills, not something a skeleton could master. Forget a Golden Skeleton, even a Mourning Skeleton of the Lock Feiti Harvey caliber couldn't learn magic.

Even a Monarch couldn't perform magic, but at his level of power, whether or not he could cast magic was irrelevant–any gesture could produce the effect of any spell.

Adams didn't understand; this shock was akin to seeing an Ogre sewing clothes.

Little Bone ignored him and basked directly in the sunlight, raising the bone wand high, fervently offering its prayers: “Aooo–”
In an instant, Adams felt a gaze focused on his soul, a gaze more vast, broader, deeper, and more penetrating than the Ancient Godlight, peering right into his soul.

Ding–Adams felt something that had been locked away was now being opened, as countless strange yet familiar fragments of memory began to emerge within his soul.

“Fool–” A cold snort echoed, and a giant hand crushed him into smithereens.

“Fool–” A cold snort echoed as a large hand crushed him into smithereens.

“Fool–”
“Fool…”

“Foolish…”

Ah–! Adams let out a piercing wail. With each crushing, Adams experienced the excruciating pain akin to childbirth, layer upon layer, endlessly.

Just when Adams thought the pain was going to kill him, an imprint landed on the bone stick, instantly pulling his consciousness away, and all the soul-searing pain left him.

When he came to his senses, he found that the bone stick his spirit had attached to was now held in Little Bone's hand. Little Bone was gleefully tapping it, and aside from the Ancient Godlight's imprint, there was another new mark on the stick.

“A Fraudster's Mark? What? A fraudster? Who would call themselves that?” Looking at the information emanating from the mark, Adams was utterly astonished. “Fraudster's Mark–true lies? Have I been sealed?”

Unbeknownst to him why it was there, Little Bone was cheerfully knocking the bone stick against everything.

Tap a stone, and the scorpions, bugs, and ants underneath would scurry out in a panic, fleeing in all directions. Tap a rotting log, and the termites, woodborers, and moths inside would also scatter in fear, hopping away.

A tap on the head of Big Bird, and Big Bird would squawk and run off without a trace…

Through some tests, Little Bone determined the function of the bone stick. A single tap could release the Fear Technique which was extremely practical.

As for the additional imprint on the stick, it was the Monarch's Mark; Little Bone didn't understand its use, so he simply disregarded it.

Putting the bone stick aside, Little Bone continued his work, cutting the buckthorn into thin twigs and bundling them together. Holding one end in his hand, within a few minutes, the twigs would sprout tiny roots.

Although the Ancient Godlight's rapid death was different from the Monarch's, it was serviceable enough and consumed very little power. It did not require borrowing anyone else's strength; Little Bone's own spiritual power was enough to sustain it.

Unfortunately, his power could only support the palm's imprint. The one on the back of his hand couldn't sustain itself; otherwise, the process could have been even faster.

Little Bone was preoccupied with his play, while Adams was at a loss. He discovered he could no longer make Soul Contact with the Ancient Godlight.

Only when night fell and the last ray of sunlight disappeared over the horizon did Adams finally sense that faint presence again. Before he could make contact, the other side eagerly reached out to him: “What happened? Why was the contact interrupted?”

Adams trembled violently, looking toward where the Sun had set. Was it the sunlight that blocked the Spiritual Contact with the Ancient Godlight?

Good God, how could this be? The Spiritual Contact that even the vast Void couldn't block was interrupted by sunlight?

Did that mean, when the sun was up, the Ancient Godlight had no knowledge of his actions? The thought made Adams's heart race.

“It might be that something was blocking the Spiritual Contact. I couldn't sense your presence either, Your Excellency. It just suddenly improved, seems like it's because the sun has set,” Adams said.

“Sun?” Ancient Godlight instantly understood. The Godlight projection was still a technique taught to Ange. “That's his world, he defines everything. From now on, we'll make contact only when the sun is gone to avoid detection. How about that, was it successful?”

Adams inwardly muttered: He's found out long ago, the skeleton you chose belongs to someone else.

But he verbally complied: “It was successful, the imprint has been branded on its Soul Heart, I can now control it.”

“That's good, remember your mission, to annihilate all life, to return that world to a lifeless state of chaos,” the Ancient Godlight instructed.

“Yes, Eternal Chaos, Ancient Godlight,” Adams thought of the Fraudster's Mark on the bone stick, clenched his teeth, and shouted: “You're the fool!”

Chapter end

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