Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1371

Chapter 1371: Chapter 932: Who is So Arrogant? Chapter 1371: Chapter 932: Who is So Arrogant? “To prostrate or not?” The Monarch tucked his hands behind his back, ready to smack Ange on the head when he said “prostrate.”

In the Dimensional Space, Little Bone was prostrating over and over again, taking a long time to shape Negris.

Fortunately, Ange shook his head: “We, of higher order, define it.”

“Oh, divine decree? Divine will?” The Monarch suddenly realized.

Ange thought for a moment: “We, the Origin, the Laws of the Void.”

“You mean, we are the Void Origin, and what we define is subject to the Laws of the Void? It's like what the Ancient Godlight consciousness can't snatch?” The Monarch asked.

Ange nodded: “Here, no, too weak.”

“Understood, in your Dimensional Space, if you define something, it directly becomes the Laws of the Void. In the Chaos Plane, if I define something, it's also under the Laws of the Void. But it doesn't work here, however, defining a book is still possible.” The Monarch explained.

Ange nodded and said to the mud-formed book: “Negris.”

“Negris, God of Knowledge, Smiling Bronze Dragon.”

The Monarch and Ange sat on the ground, shouting at a block of mud-formed book all afternoon. This monotonous and boring act was a torture for the Monarch, but he endured it to avoid having to listen to Ange spouting words one by one in the future.

The mud-formed became clearer and solider, more and more like a book, until at last it floated up, the pages opened, and a sheet of gold light appeared.

However, the gold light flickered a few times and then stopped; Negris did not project over.

“What's the situation? Did it fail?” The Monarch looked at the Yellow Mud Book, its hue dark and dim, and asked in confusion.

Ange shook his head and asked the Yellow Mud Book: “Monarch, where did you go?”

Gold light shone from within the pages again, and a Bronze Dragon Phantom slowly emerged and then popped out of the pages.

The Bronze Dragon Phantom appeared somewhat confused at first, looking around left and right, before its gaze finally settled on Ange, and it asked hesitantly, “Ange?”

Ange nodded.

“Kvada, it really is you, how did you turn into a wooden person?” Negris asked, then turned to the Monarch: “Old Immortal?”

The Monarch nodded: “It's me. So you actually did project over just now, but didn't recognize us, which is why you retracted?”

Negris's phantom flew out of the book and said, “Yeah, it scared me. Suddenly a projection node appeared in my faith network. When I projected over, I saw a wooden person and a leather-clad person staring at me, which gave me a shock.”

“Then why, when Ange said 'Monarch, where did you go?' did you realize it was us? Is this some kind of secret signal?” The Monarch asked, puzzled.

“You can talk? Back when you all suddenly disappeared without telling me where you went, only Dead Skull and I were left in the Resting Camp. Do you know how long I was perplexed by that question?” Negris quickly changed the subject.

It was embarrassed because it wanted to pretend to be all-knowing and ended up trapping itself, a too embarrassing experience to linger on.

The Monarch recounted the situation.

Negris complained, “I knew it had to be you; no one else could make that dead skull drop its farming and disappear without a trace. Looks like you've suffered a big loss, and look how thin you are.”

With a strong soul, it was much easier to get a body. To avoid attention and for convenience, Ange chose the method of a Witch-lich's Coffin, sealing the Soul Heart inside the Coffin and placing it in a Goblin's body, then reviving and rebirthing.

The Monarch hammered and tinkered, quickly producing a rough Witch-lich's Coffin.

The advantage of a Soul Contact for Undead creatures is that the Monarch knows everything his subjects know, so he could reproduce things like the House of the Deceased, the Reincarnation Altar, and the Undead Holy Fire in the Star Burst Plane.

Naturally, he knew how to make the Witch-lich's Coffin too, because Durken knew, but the Black Warrior's rebirth technique was unknown because Anthony was not his subject.

However, the knowledge gained from Soul Contact has a disadvantage: it can only replicate, rarely able to improve, since the Monarch doesn't know the principles involved.

Take the Witch-lich's Coffin, for example. The one produced by the Monarch turned out quite rough because it was based on technology from over a thousand years ago. The technique used by Durken, bestowed with a constant supply of Ange's god-level materials and inspired by the Sorcerer Alliance of the Star Burst Plane, had become incredibly precise.

But this poses a problem. Without the materials, a precise Witch-lich's Coffin can't be crafted; on the other hand, a simpler and cruder Coffin faced fewer constraints.

“Why does the Witch-lich's Coffin need to be so delicate? It'll work even if it's a bit rough, and it's just for rebirth,” the Monarch said somewhat displeased when he saw his Coffin being looked down upon.

Negris disdainfully curled his lips, “Heh, you're outdated. The new Model 6 Coffin by Durken can now record memories in stages. Even if you're wrapped in Mummy Cloth and burned to death, upon rebirth, you'll retain some memory, depending on when you last recorded.”

“Moreover, it's waterproof, dustproof, self-repairing, and even practices on its own. Throw a Soul Fire in there and give it a few decades, it might turn into a Soul Heart. Then once you're revived, you'll have a powerful soul, and in danger, it could leap up to fight you, or even run away on its own.”

The Monarch was left dumbfounded, “Is this still a Coffin?”

“That's not just a Coffin, that's your second life. Feeling tempted? Just say my name, and for nine… damn, got too used to scamming,” Negris got carried away, almost letting slip his habit.

“I'm truly tempted, it can cultivate on its own? Could it reach the level of the Black Crystal Soul? If so, I'll buy one.”

“As if anyone would dare take your money, you think you can just buy one? Forget the Black Crystal Soul, even the Mourning Soul needs the Soul Network to take form. You'd better practice on your own.”

“But shouldn't the Coffin be kept in a safe place? What use is it inside the body?” inquired the Monarch, puzzled.

Without waiting for Ange to respond, Negris started explaining, “The Witch-lich's Coffin was originally meant for saving one's life, but this body is for the silver coin's projection, isn't it? The major feature is no longer needed, using the Coffin for disguise, with the soul sealed on top, even you wouldn't detect soul fluctuations.”

“But I can perform soul scanning. Wouldn't I discover it with a scan inside the body?” the Monarch stated.

“Heh, you'll only scan a vibrant heart,” Negris replied smugly.

Ange inserted the Coffin into the heart, and with a Purify Face Technique, the heart began to heal and grow, wrapping the Coffin completely. Even if one used soul scanning, all they would see was a vibrant heart.

He adjusted the position of the Coffin and the heart for a perfect fit, matched them within the chest cavity, and then – with a punch to the chest – rebirth.

The vibrant heart actually began to beat, pumping blood throughout the body.

If there were any Essence Liquid, just a few bottles would do, but in the absence, Ange had no choice but to use the Purify Face Technique all over his body, finally getting the complete blood circulation going, and the Goblin body came to life.

The projection of the silver coin didn't immediately check his body upon arrival but rather spoke oddly, “My Lord, someone came to register me. They said not only me, but all new-born Gods must be registered, and they've asked me to obey the laws, stick to my divine duties, blah blah blah, and a bunch of other conditions.”

“Pff–register a God? Who's so audacious?”

Chapter end

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