Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Whether it was good fortune or salvation did not matter, at least it proved that Ange was not a godhood that was seized, but a godhood that was recognized.

Realizing this, Feiti muttered a word that no one could hear clearly and knelt on one knee: “God of Immortality, may your soul persist eternally, unquenchable through the ages.”

This was a ceremonious kneeling, expressing his respect for the Undead Godhood. After paying his respects, he stood up.

Negris was somewhat disappointed. This was different from what he expected, yet it was reasonable. As the Lord of Mourning and the most loyal warrior of the Undead King, how could Feiti dedicate his soul to others simply because the Undead Godhood was transferred?

Durken was forced into it. The newly reborn him would remain in eternal slumber if he didn’t offer his soul.

But it was just as well, at least the hostility from Feiti was gone. Now, Negris could ask more questions.

“Feiti, you know that His Majesty has disappeared, don’t you?” Negris asked tentatively, trying to gauge how much of his memory had returned.

“I know.” Feiti nodded: “I watched the King enter the Void Gate with my own eyes. You guys have even inherited the Undead Godhood, so the King probably didn’t make it back.”

“Do you know why His Majesty went into the Void Gate? What was the Soul Storm about? Before that, it seemed His Majesty had severed the Soul Contact of all people, including yours.” Negris asked.

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“Of course, he was going there to kill. It was too dangerous, the King said he wouldn’t take me with him. So he asked Locke and me to wipe out everyone else to avoid a Faith Storm and cause a chain reaction.” Feiti explained.

“Enter the Void Gate to kill? Why?” Negris asked.

“From what the King said, some folks hid in the depths of the void, accumulated strength in very special ways, launched a Soul Storm, also called a Faith Storm, wishing to eliminate gods and kings at the level of faith. So, the King decided to strike first, and went there to butcher them.”

Upon hearing this, both Negris and Durken were dumbstruck. Eliminating kings and gods together? My god, is the power of the Soul Storm so horrifying? It’s not just horrifying, but also initiated by some ‘guys’?

What sort of entities could initiate a storm that wipes out both kings and gods?

“I don’t know, they call themselves evil gods.”

At this point, they all simultaneously thought of a fluffy giant cat shaking their heads in disbelief. With its cute and cuddly looks, it hardly matched the image of an evil god.

According to Feiti’s account, Negris roughly understood. Somewhere in the void, a group of evil gods were trying to release a Soul Storm, or a Faith Storm, essentially a power at the level of faith, capable of directly affecting gods and kings.

This storm appeared to span planes, affecting all within a certain range. It was an interplanar attack.

To strike first, the King tried to locate where the Evil Gods were, got there ahead of time, and planned to eliminate those entities.

Due to the complexity of the situation in the void, he didn’t bring any of his loyal subjects with him. Instead, he let Locke and Feiti kill the rest of the gods first, to avoid the possible chain reactions when a Faith Storm happens.

“What kind of logic is this? To kill them first because he’s afraid they’d die?” Negris was bewildered.

Durken shook his head: “It’s not that simple, the collapse of faith can have a severe chain reaction. It affects many devout followers, especially when faith collapses on a large scale, the consequences are unpredictable.”

Feiti nodded: “That’s what the King said too. He said that under a Faith Storm, each shattered godhood becomes a new source of storm, affecting many followers. Just to be safe, it’s better to kill them off first.”

Negris felt a surge of emotion. From Feiti’s casual words, he could vividly perceive the Undead King’s might.

Just for the sake of safety, to preserve devout followers, he could eliminate all the gods.

Judging by the results, the King’s decision was absolutely right. The disappearance of the gods has not caused any impact. Even now, many people don’t even know that the gods have disappeared.

The Faith Storm also hasn’t caused any impact. In the Master Plane, everyone is safe and sound, and the Resting Abyss is peaceful.

However, the King didn’t expect his two powerful subordinates to die or lose memory. The Great Sage was blocked in the Land of Fallen, Resting Palace was sealed because it wasn’t opened and gradually stepped towards the edge of collapse. As a result, the Undead Empire disintegrated.

A thousand years had passed, the king had not returned, the gods were slowly reborn, a new Lord of Mourning emerged, the Temple of Rest welcomed its master again, and the Undead Godhood was inherited.

These news were too shocking, Negris couldn’t digest them for a while and had to change the topic temporarily, “Feiti, what are your future plans?”

“Return to the Temple of Rest.” Feiti answered.

“That can’t be done, Ange is currently the master of Ange’s Palace. Without a soul offering, we can’t let you return.” Negris stated.

Not only did they prevent it from returning to the Temple of Rest, but they also forbade it from going anywhere else. If a Lord of Mourning appears in the Master Plane, the result would be terrifying. No one could control it. If it became chaotic, Ange might not even have land for cultivation.

Feiti casually picked up a skull, flicked a piece of Soul Fire into it, and threw it into a pile of bones. With a clinking sound, the skull quickly assembled into a skeletal corpse.

Apart from half-body skeletons, the skeletal corpse was now the lowest in the skeleton hierarchy.

Feiti’s body froze for a moment, and soon, the skeletal corpse began to move, with Feiti’s voice emanating from it, “I have projected onto it, I will go back to take a look.”

This was acceptable, as a skeletal corpse wouldn’t be able to do much even if it had some thoughts.

“Ange, Ange, Kvada, what are you doing again? It’s dark and dry and cold here, what can you grow in the farmland here?” Negris was almost cursing in annoyance.

While everyone was chatting, the damn skeleton took the opportunity to till the land again. But what could be grown on this desolate plane without sunlight, water, and it’s frigid?

Ange pulled out some Soul Moss.

“Pfft…” Negris wanted to spit blood. There’s no unsuitable climate, only unsuitable crops.

Kvada, the environment here is indeed suitable for Soul Moss. It’s dry and cold, and with so many corpses around, the Soul Energy is abundant, but it hadn’t reached the concentration of the Resting Abyss where the wind of Breath of Death blows.

“We’re about to leave…” Before the sentence was finished, they saw Ange stamp on the ground, and the newly planted Soul Moss grew rapidly.

The skeletal corpse where Feiti had projected yarded at its lower jaw, murmuring, “It seems that our new Undead God, Ange, is quite capable, can the Instant Death Halo be used like this?”

Having cultivated a patch of Soul Moss covering several acres, Ange didn’t continue. This kind of crop doesn’t have many uses, and several acres should be enough for a long time, even considering the needs of Sava’s newly invented sleep beauty potion.

Stuffing the skeletal corpse, where Feiti had projected, into the Temple of Rest, Ange slowly steps into the air, scanning the land in front of him. On his back, a circle appeared —— the Ring of Balance.

Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, seven hundred thousand… wherever his eyes focused, there were in total seven hundred thousand corpses. Many corpses were clad in broken armor or holding worn-out weapons. this place was evidently an ancient battlefield.

Not all of the seven hundred thousand corpses possessed a Soul Fire, possibly less than one-fifth had it. A remaining majority might have dissipated on their own, similar to those in the Land of Fallen.

Undeads are not truly immortal. When they are in a closed space and their souls can’t be replenished, they will slowly vanish.

“There’s something.” Ange pointed suddenly at the end of the horizon. Under the illumination of his Ring of Balance, in that area, the undead with ‘souls’ were relatively more numerous.

Leaving the projected Feiti behind, who was still in a daze, the group flew to the end of the horizon, where they saw a large cluster of tents.

These tents were already tattered and collapsed, covering the things below. When one of them was flipped open, they were surprised to find that it was full of wooden boxes, and each row of tents had piled up hundreds of boxes, each containing objects wrapped in oil paper.

“Soul crystals!” Tearing open an oil-paper package, Negris shouted excitedly.

“Soul crystals!”

“They are all soul crystals!” Everyone started excitedly tearing open most of the oil-paper packages, revealing the intact soul crystals inside.

“Why are there so many soul crystals? My God, did the Undead Empire’s logistics transport not food, but soul crystals?”

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