Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 422 - 252: The War Tree Man Declares War on You_2
Chapter 422: Chapter 252: The War Tree Man Declares War on You_2
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The lingering regrets explode, those embedded in the heart. The moment Ange restores it to a beating state, these regrets fully erupt.
The information inside is tangled and chaotic, including grumbles, constant chatter, and complaints. Ange noted down only the valuable parts.
Inside the Life Box, a vibrant heart rhythmically contracts and expands, as if beating afresh.
A heart on its own, without any flowing blood, appears pale with a hint of yellow, similar to the color of the fascia.
The small components embedded on it release faint fluctuations with every beat.
Clutching the Life Box, Ange turned to Negris with a confused expression. The Life Box had been restored; what was he supposed to do next?
“There are two possibilities; either find a place thick with the aura of death and leave the Life Box there. After one or two years it will sprout a body. The other method is to find a corpse, implant the heart, and after a few days it will merge with the body to become a new witch,” Negris explained.
Ange glanced back inside the Temple of Rest. The Liquid of Breath of Death that bathed Steadfast Locke was almost depleted, otherwise, it would be perfect to simply drop the heart into it.
He decided to put it aside for now and figure out a solution later.
After placing Durken’s Life Box next to Steadfast Locke, Ange shared the information gathered from the lingering regrets with Negris.
“The materials for the Space Gate? Are these it?” Negris stretched out his neck and stuck it inside the Gold-touch Suit’s space, retrieving some objects.
Individually, they didn’t amount to much, but when arranged together on the ground, Ange instantly recognized them: “The glowing arch.”
This so-called Space Gate was indeed the faintly glowing arch Ange encountered when he first left the Temple of Rest. So it was a Space Gate all along?
There were several such Space Gates within the Temple of Rest, all leading to the world transit station. These arches could only be activated once the world transit station was up and running.
So, it was a good thing Durken didn’t bring the Gold-touch Suit. Otherwise, constructing the Space Gate would’ve been more disheartening. After all, it wasn’t until Ange entered the control room that the world transit station started operating. Without the luck of Purple Corpse, he wouldn’t have encountered it.
However, Ange wouldn’t face this problem. With a slight command, someone would activate the world transit station on the other side of the Resting Abyss. All that was needed for now was to assemble the Space Gate here.
Negris picked up the Gold-touch Stick.
One must admit, the Gold-touch Stick was indeed an exceptionally handy alchemical tool, especially when assembling Durken’s inventions. Negris could use it without thinking, clicking randomly by channelling Magic Power, because the Gold-touch Stick contained records relating to these items so it could work automatically.
If it was something not created by Durken, then Negris would have to use his ingenuity instead. Regardless, it was more efficient than working with bare hands.
In no time, the Space Gate was assembled. Through Soul Contact, he ordered the activation at the world transit station, and the arch-like Space Gate immediately lit up with a faint glow.
Lamo, in excitement, wanted to rush through the arch, but Negris quickly stopped him.
“Wait, Lamo. There are things we need to clarify first. This person, is not Locke.” Negris pointed at Ange and explained.
Lamo, puzzled, glanced at Ange, then at Negris.
Negris motioned everyone to come near the arch, including the shrunken Big Cat. Nodes ensured they could escape into the arch before the dozen Night’s Watch led by Lamo, along with twenty thousand undead, could have any reaction.
“Ange, remove your hat, raise your right hand, and reveal your godhood,” Negris boldly commanded.
Ange removed his hat as instructed, raised his Hand of Locke, and exposed his Undead Godhood.
“This is Ange and not Locke. However, he has inherited Locke’s power as well as His Majesty’s Undead Godhood. Now, you have two choices. Either dedicate your souls anew to the Undead God, or stay here. We will find a way to transport some Liquid of Breath of Death here to prevent your souls from further drying up,” Negris stated.
Negris certainly wouldn’t permit these unrestrained undead to enter the Resting Abyss. This group included Lamo and twelve Night’s Watch, each possessing the power of a Magic Tutor.
The one that Ange killed in the Land of Fallen was an undead Magic Tutor. Each of these men, including Lamo, had abilities comparable to that undead Magic Tutor.
Additionally, there were twenty thousand undead.
The undead who had survived up until this point were the most tenacious out of millions of similar beings – the elites among elites. Among them, there were over a hundred Golden Skeletons.
Due to the exhaustion of the Breath of Death, their current conditions were rather poor and weak. However, once they left this place, especially if they arrived at the Resting Abyss, they would quickly become a formidable force under the nourishment of the Resting Wind. Without restraint, they could easily tear the Resting Abyss apart.
Despite their familiarity, Negris wasn’t going to allow an uncontrollable force into the Resting Abyss.
Lamo looked in disbelief at Ange’s purple-gold arm and then at the undead god Ange revealed: “Did you kill His Majesty and Locke?” he asked incredulously.
Negris fell face first onto the ground as he exclaimed frantically, “Of course not! How could we kill His Majesty and Locke? Are you mad?”
