Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1388

Chapter 1388: Chapter 949 Do You Believe in the Goddess of Beauty? Chapter 1388: Chapter 949 Do You Believe in the Goddess of Beauty? Nagi once used a tavern to lure the border patrol team into changing their patrol route. Such a matter would lead straight back to Nagi if investigated, and if it traced back to him, it would involve his clanspeople as well.

For safety's sake, Nagi relocated his clanspeople in advance from their original place and moved into the Forest of Foehn Wind. With the shelter of the World Tree, there was no fear that anyone could find them within the forest.

However, Nagi's ancestral grandmother, Yixianni, was very dissatisfied that her descendants were dragged into a storm that necessitated the relocation of the entire clan. Hearing that the leader of the other party was the Lord of Mourning, today, the ancestral grandmother wanted to meet this Lord of Mourning.

Lords of Mourning were very rare. The Divine Light Association had once caught a wild Mourning Skeleton, and the news reached the Friel Empire.

Although the two places were far apart, that was only relative to large-scale military invasions. Small-scale contacts were not far at all. After six Teleportation Array transfers, one could travel back and forth between the two places; if one was in a hurry, it would only take a day to teleport.

Of course, the teleportation fee would be a bit more expensive, costing about a hundred Demon Crystals per person.

While wild Mourning Skeletons were rare, man-made Mourning were not. Yixianni had encountered Mourning Undead Soldiers several times at the Divine Light Association and had killed one with her own hands.

Although she was also severely injured and was forced to flee to the Friel Empire, she viewed the Mourning Level as just that, not an invincible existence. A good chat would let them remove Nagi, to avoid involving her own clan when it came to eradicating them all.

Yixianni also regretted letting Nagi take those two Witches with him. Originally, she wanted to find a way out for them; who would have thought these clients would engage in clan-destroying activities.

But it was too late for regrets. The two Witches had offered their souls. It was easy to extract Nagi, but to interrupt the Soul Contact with the other side was very difficult. What to do? Should she fight them and force them to break the Soul Contact?

Filled with resentment, Yixianni stepped into the Teleportation Array. With a flash of light, before she could even leave the Teleportation Array, she felt a powerful intention land on her.

So strong! Yixianni was startled and instinctively raised a Spiritual Barrier to block the other's intention, then swept back with her own intention without showing weakness.

“Hmm?” Yixianni heard a muffled, puzzled grunt in her soul, followed by a Soul Impact barrage.

A Soul Impact, well, it's like being whacked on the head with a stick, but have you been whacked by a row of sticks? Yixianni was encountering that now.

The Soul Impact was like a row of sticks spinning and hitting; each strike wasn't heavy, but after a series hurled her way, Yixianni was already dizzy.

Nonetheless, Yixianni bit down hard, and an atrocious head phantom emerged from her body, letting out an angry roar. Then she jolted and forcibly regained her clarity.

“Ah?” The powerful intention expressed surprise and then hit her again with a stronger barrage of Soul Impacts that landed on the phantom, tearing it apart, and finally constricting her soul, as if just another movement would kill her.

An authoritative voice sounded: “Nagi, didn't you say your ancestral grandmother was coming? Why did this person take a look at her and start fighting, is this really your grandmother?”

“Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Your Majesty, it's all a misunderstanding. My grandma hasn't been looked at by anyone for many years, she didn't do it on purpose, she definitely didn't mean to offend, she is… she is… she is shy, yes, she's just shy,” Nagi said incoherently.

Oh god, the ancestral grandmother said she wanted to meet the boss, but she didn't say it would be this kind of 'meeting'.

If it was in the past, Locke would have gone and smashed anyone who acted hostilely after one glance, but now Locke wasn't around, and it was somewhat undignified for Nagi to take action himself. Never mind, the Monarch released the restraint on Yixianni's soul.

Yixianni, having lost her restraints, gasped for air violently, which of course was not the breathing of the body, but the gasping of the soul. Just now, the Monarch's grip almost extinguished her soul.

It was terrifying. Wasn't he referred to as the Lord of Mourning? This is the Lord of Mourning? Is the Lord of Mourning so terrifying? Why could his Soul Impact achieve overwhelming force? Even her true self couldn't stand against it?

While she was shocked to her core, a bipedal Mechanical Bird walked up to her, sizing her up and down, and then a Dragon Head emerged above the bird's head, curiously asking: “Dragon Soul Witch?”

Yixianni was startled: “You… you too?”

Negris casually replied: “Kind of. But you, did you use the Dragon Clan Transformation Art to transform into a Goblin, and then after dying, you reincarnated into a humanoid Witch? That's amazing, isn't it?”

Yixianni was so astonished that her eyes almost popped out: “You… how do you know? Who are you?”

Nagi, whose eyes were also about to pop out, asked: “Dragon? Granny, are you a dragon?”

The Goblin, who had lived for so many years, suddenly found out that her ancestor was a transformed dragon. What kind of family drama was this?

Negris didn't pay attention to these issues and continued: “So you sealed the Dragon Soul, and you've been surviving on the Soul Fire, meanwhile refining it into the Soul Heart. When you encounter an enemy you can't defeat, you call upon the Dragon Soul, is that it?”

“Didn't expect that, did you? Even summoning the Dragon Soul is useless. Play souls? In front of the Old Immortal, you're just like a child,” Negris said with a chuckle.

Yixianni's expression became solemn as she formally asked: “Who exactly are you?”

“Didn't Nagi tell you who we are?” Negris asked.

“Yes, he said you were 'the Undead King of all in the Void' and 'Joint Master of the Dark Origin and Abyss Origin, King of all Ancient Gods in the Void' or something like that. I'm asking about your real identities, not these randomly conjured and confusing titles,” Yixianni said.

Negris replied: “What if these are not to confuse you?”

Yixianni looked left and right before changing the subject: “I apologize for my earlier rudeness and overreaction. I hope you, esteemed Lords, do not take offense and will not trouble Nagi. You are all great beings, and this child Nagi has always been timid, unable to shoulder your undertakings. I hope you will allow me to take him back for strict discipline.”

The Monarch and Negris exchanged glances; it turned out to be an accusation, no wonder she reacted like that; this was quite troublesome. Nagi was very capable and worked well with the silver coin.

If Nagi left, it would be very difficult for the silver coin to find another subordinate who was as familiar with the local market, trustworthy, and capable.

But to force the issue was also not an option. They couldn't possibly capture his grandmother, forcibly brand her, and then threaten Nagi, could they? The Monarch wasn't that sort of person.

Somewhat headache-inducing, the Monarch glanced at Ange.

Ange scratched his head in distress, then suddenly came up with something. He stepped forward to take Yixianni's hand and asked: “Do you believe in the Goddess of Beauty?”

With Ange's words, the hand that held onto hers lit up with holy light.

Chapter end

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