Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1341

Chapter 1341: Chapter 902 Want to… Chapter 1341: Chapter 902 Want to… “The Sorcerer Alliance is the greatest enemy of the deities; they popularize education, awaken the intellect, esteem knowledge, and exhaustively research laws. In their worldview, any divine being is simply a form of powerful force or some kind of natural law.”

“They wouldn't worship a divine being; they would only capture one and research how to become a god themselves, just like the god-making warlock Radiad, who is the quintessential representative of magicians,” Anthony said.

Negris frowned and said, “That can't be right. Radiad is quite obedient, isn't he? Would he really want to capture Ange?”

“It's just a metaphor, that's all. He just doesn't believe in gods and has gone mad. Lord, has Radiad ever offered you Faith Elemental Force?” Anthony asked.

Ange shook his head.

Anthony spread his hands and looked at Negris.

Negris said awkwardly, “But just because they don't believe in gods, it doesn't seem right to blast away the Starburst Array, does it? There are a lot of people up there, and the kids who came out with me are up there too.”

“You misunderstand,” Anthony said hastily. “We're not blasting the people along with it. We evacuate them or first blast somewhere irrelevant, giving them enough time to leave.”

“When magicians make up the majority of a world, it becomes difficult to develop faith unless you can destroy their most prideful spectacle, shatter their worldview, and make them despair under the miracle. Then, you give them a helping hand and tell them that the gods love all people.”

Hearing this, Negris was shocked and said, “Are you a demon?”

Although he felt like cursing, he had to admit that it was a very actionable plan: destroy their faith, showcase a miracle, and when all they have learned and know can't explain what's before their eyes, the fear lurking in their hearts will lead them to omnipotent divine beings.

In the eyes of someone like Ange, divine beings are entities that coalesce the beliefs of a vast number of followers, naturally weaker than ancient gods who master the Laws of the Void and its rules. But in the minds of the believers, their god must be omnipotent.

When their worldview is destroyed, they can only pray to the omnipotent divine spirits for blessing.

And the divine spirits, too, are Ange…uh, Kvada, orchestrating his own play?

Feeling that thinking further along these lines would make him as cunning as Anthony, Negris quickly said, “Let's do it. Ange, let's blast the Starburst Array. I'll go up and notify everyone to leave.”

Ange shook his head, “Can't blast it, projection, weak.”

Negris stumbled nearly falling over, “Then why didn't you say so sooner! While Anthony was talking, you kept nodding. If you can't blast it, why nod at all?!”

Ange replied, “I can, here, release the Abyss, must weaken power, six months.”

“Release the Abyss? Okay, but what do you mean by weakening the power?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“It means it's too strong. I fear it might smash everything nearby, so I must control the intensity. This is much harder than gathering strength. Understand now? Six months, that's just enough time to prepare,” Anthony explained.

“Alright then, I'll go notify Polis and the others to hurry and evacuate everyone,” Negris said.

Anthony stopped him, “This Polis, is she the chief magician? If not, does she have the power to influence the joint decision? If she can't, on what basis can she ask everyone to abandon everything and leave the Starburst Array?”

“What should we do then?” Negris had a headache. He was confident that he could persuade Polis and a few others to leave the Starburst Array for a while, but it was definitely impossible to make everyone leave.

“Chase them away. Do you remember the mystical fog that the God of Life used to drive away the elves? Lord, can you throw some of that green fog at the Starburst Array?”

Ange nodded.

“The green fog makes people unconscious, so they'd be unable to leave. Forget the green fog, I want something that will make them very uncomfortable, but won't stop them from moving.

“How about itchy? Touch it and it's like tens of thousands of fleas crawling on you, or like having a wet rash that itches so much you want to tear your skin off, but it doesn't affect your ability to move. Once they run out, the itching stops. Lord, can you create such a fog?” Anthony asked.

Ange pondered with a troubled look and then nodded.

In Black Soil Village, Little Bone and Big Bird were dragging one sand thief after another to the side. Ange's arrival had also startled the remaining sand thieves, and nearly a hundred and eighty of them launched an assault on the granary.

Little Bone charged out, one bash for each, one bash for each, as Big Bird trailed right behind, stomping out a path with thunderous booms.

After a few rounds, the sand thieves had been completely annihilated.

At last, Emil snapped back to reality and scurried over to Little Bone, asking, “Lord Sky Rider, was I just… was I just granted a divine presence?”

Little Bone nodded.

“Does that mean I'm now a Divine Envoy?” Emil asked excitedly, much like a lucky winner of the Goblin Lottery Tickets.

Little Bone nodded.

“Oh my God, I'm a Divine Envoy, hee hee ha ha…” Emil danced with joy, throwing a few random punches, only to find that nothing had changed.

“Eh, why no change? Shouldn't a Divine Envoy have Divine Powers at his fingertips?” Emil looked at his hands, confused.

Little Bone tilted its head.

Seeing the faceless Libra Knight look over, Emil quickly realized he had done something foolish and started awkwardly fiddling with his toes, asking, “So how exactly do I wield the power of a god?”

Little Bone thought for a moment and said, “When in danger, shout, 'Lord, help me.'”
“Ah!?”

“Ah?”

The first 'Ah' was Emil's, shocked at how simple it was.

The second 'Ah' was Adams', astounded at how frivolous it was.

Little Bone nodded, figuring it must be right since that's how it saw others were taught.

“Can I only shout when I'm in danger? What if I'm not? Oh, never mind, hang on, Lord Sky Rider, is the rank of a Libra Knight higher or that of a Divine Envoy? Should I call you 'Lord'?” While Emil was rambling excitedly, Ange arrived with Anthony and Negriss.

“Eh, is that Little Bone? How did you get into Holy Armor?” Negriss asked in surprise.

Little Bone shook its head.

“Why are you shaking your head?” Negriss asked, puzzled.

“I'm not Little Bone,” Little Bone said.

Pfft–everyone burst into laughter except for Emil and Ange.

“All right, all right, you're not Little Bone, so what's your name?” Anthony stepped in front of Negriss to ask.

“I'm called, Angu,” Little Bone quickly borrowed the name Adams had given it.

“Okay, Angu, you'll team up with Nage and this little friend here, and go find all the comrades who have been reborn. I need manpower,” Anthony said.

Little Bone didn't speak, but its suddenly sagging shoulders expressed its current mood.

“Hand over your bone club. Adams, right? Would you like to earn some merit and swap something with Ancient Godlight, like your Soul Brand, for instance? That way you can regain your freedom and not have your memories repeatedly erased by Ancient Godlight and be used as a tool,” Anthony asked with a smile.

Looking at this 'kind and friendly' man, Adams felt like he was being targeted by a demon and instinctively refused, “I don't want to. It's all the same to me if my memory is erased whether I'm a tool or not.”

“Hehe, then do you want to recover your past memories? Do you want to know what you've accomplished during the tens of thousands of years you've been projected onto the Chaos Plane? And how you've spread your fame across the entire Void, earning yourself the title–Adams the Forbidden God?”

If Adams still had legs, they would surely be weak at the knees right now as he fell to the ground: “I do.”

Chapter end

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