Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 427 - 254 Who is the Master Here_2
Chapter 427: Chapter 254 Who is the Master Here_2
God of Life? Lightning looked up towards Ange’s head, only to see the little sapling sprawled on the edge of the pot. A single leaf swayed with the night wind, seemingly asleep.
Broken fragments of the Black Warrior scattered across the ground. Everyone pulled them together with their feet, forming a heap for crowd to gaze upon.
“Amazing! It even solidified the soul form. What tree gum is this?” Negris finally caught up and lifted a piece with her little paw, the texture feeling quite like that of a slime that’s been chopped up.
Rogge also felt somewhat guilty as he squeezed a piece and said: “The power of the fruit is too terrifying; encompassing such a broad area makes it impossible to dodge. Is this the power of the War Giant Tree?”
Rogge was also a Black Warrior, there was no way he could avoid a fruit this big falling down.
A deep voice echoed in the night wind from afar, “War is upon us, you can trust the Tree People.”
Everyone thought it was just a chatty Tree-person, they didn’t consider that a fruit could take down a Dark Knight Emperor. What a jackpot.
Negris excitedly said: “You’re really powerful. I’ll bring you some farm compost later, how do I free him? I want to interrogate him.”
“Ah? I don’t know, this is the first time I’ve used this kind of fruit.” Gaur’s words drifted over in the wind.
Unable to assemble the scattered fragments, Ange finally took the Reaper’s scythe and made a pulling stroke on the broken gel, drawing out a Soul Fire.
Negris sternly and conscientiously asked the Dark Knight Emperor: “How did you all get here?”
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Anthony, who had been hastily summoned over, looked at the tightly bound Dark Knight Emperor in front of him, full of question marks on his face: “Where did you come from?”
Black Knights are man-made undead creatures, with that ‘man’ pointing towards Anthony. Anthony had created the resurrection altar and reversed life forms, turning the undead, energy beings, into half-material, half-energy Black Warriors.
All Black Knights should have some connection with him, how could there possibly be three Black Warriors he doesn’t recognize?
The Dark Knight Emperor slowly said: “I came from the Light. You heretics, release me now. Otherwise, the furious Holy Light will purify you all!”
Black Warrior’s words made everyone stunned: “Church of Light? Black Warrior? Believes in light?”
Negris couldn’t help but ask: “You say we are heretics, aren’t you one as well? The Holy Light will still purify you.”
“No, I am simply a shadow under the light, the light always casts a shadow somewhere. We are responsible for purifying the filth that resides within the shadow.” Said the devout Black Knight.
“Oh, now I know who you are, a Shadow Knight. Do you know Julian?” Negris recalled the Shadow Knight that the big cat slapped away to who knows where.
The Black Knight glanced at him deeply and said, “So it seems, Julian died by your hands.”
“No, no, it wasn’t us who killed him.” Negris denied, wanted to say something else but was pushed aside by Anthony.
“Lord Nage, stop interrupting, ask the important questions, this is getting on my nerves.” The usually calm Anthony was clearly rushed now, he wondered how the interrogation turned into a chat.
After pushing Negris aside, Anthony stepped up and asked, “How were you transformed into Black Knights? Where did the transformation take place? Who performed it for you? Speak now or feel the touch of my soul trawling technique.”
The Black Knight sneered and said, “As long as the faith is devout, there will always be the light’s radiance, you heretic tricks won’t work on me.”
Anthony scoffed and retorted, “I wonder who the real heretic is? My Light shines brighter than yours.”
As he spoke, he invoked the Holy Light and pressed it onto the Black Knight’s head.
The Black Knight was suddenly panicked: “Such strong holy force! Could you be an archbishop? Who are you?”
After a harsh torture and soul-searching, the Black Warrior was ultimately obliterated. Anthony also got the information he wanted.
He slumped on the ground, panting heavily and said, “I think I know what’s going on. The Eye of the Craftsman can deconstruct the principles of what it sees. There must have been some reincarnation altar that the Eye of the Craftsman had seen, so it knows how to reincarnate the Black Warrior.”
“The Eye of the Craftsman?” Negris asked in confusion, “Dwarf?”
“Yes, the Divine Technique of the Dwarven God of Forging,” Anthony replied. His tone was no longer as anxious as before, because he finally confirmed that he was not betrayed by those around him, nor did he leak his secrets.
“How did the dwarves get involved with the Church of Light?” Negris was astonished.
“What’s so strange about that? The dwarves are now as poor as refugees. As long as there is wine, they can join forces with demons. My fake Earth Hammer was made by the dwarves, and I’m keeping a few dwarves with me,” Anthony said.
“Are the dwarves really in such a bad state now?” Negris was shocked. These were the people, with the bloodline of the Titans, who were known as the children of the God of War and Forging, why had they fallen to such a state?
“It’s a long story, let’s talk about it next time. Lord, you are in trouble. Dyson has set his sights on the Goddess of Beauty City. These Black Warriors are his scouts sent to spy on the Goddess of Beauty City,” Anthony mentioned.
Dyson is the Archbishop of the Land of Fallen Diocese. Because of his long-term war with the Undead, his forces can even be said to be the strongest among the three dioceses.
Now that the diocese has fallen, many people have fled back. Where to place these people became a big question.
In the Master Plane, brute strength is useless. Connections, reputation, savvy, are not things that these warriors can handle. Having fought with the Undead for a long time, they have become rather straightforward.
In less than two months, they were conquered with money, beauty, and entertainment etc, causing many jokes.
Dyson ascended to be the Archbishop of the Western Diocese and settled some people. But many more were unable to be settled. Like old saying goes, one hole for one carrot, to accommodate one person, another had to be evicted from their position.
Many people’s positions are hereditary. The connections are complicated and intertwined like a web. Removing one person would impact the entire web and cause a strong backlash.
If they couldn’t remove the old ones, could they increase their positions? No, the nobles and merchants wouldn’t be happy, having adopted 10 people, and five more means double the burden, how could they be happy?
As for why the burden increases by half but doubles? It’s not that their math is bad, but you don’t understand human nature.
The old people were also unhappy, fearing that the newcomers would dilute their interests, they came together in resistance.
For the sake of harmony within the curia, Dyson had to take a step back, and chose a place that could accommodate his subordinates and that was not part of the original curia’s territory. He searched on the map and found the Republic of Stellaris.
“No, no, we can’t provoke those magic lunatics. Cross it out.” The Republic of Stellaris was crossed out as a target from the list, and the fresh and tender Goddess of Beauty City became the only target.
At first, Dyson’s subordinates were very resistant to this target: “A new city in the desert? Are you trying to exile us? Lord Bishop, we’ve followed you for so many years, we’ve worked hard with you, you can’t treat us this way.”
Fearful of rebellion from his subordinates, Dyson hurriedly projected the magic 3D map. A three-dimensional illusion of the Goddess of Beauty City appeared on the table. This had been secretly mapped out by the church’s spies, and apart from the newly planted War Giant Tree, it was exactly like a city ensconced in a forest. freewebnσvel.cøm
“So beautiful. Is this really a city in the desert?” Those who had returned from the Land of Fallen could not resist such lush cities because the Land of Fallen was too desolate. It was so desolate that they felt close to the forest now.
The environment is good and there’s money. The abyss refugees have no roots, just like a big fat sheep ready for the taking. Everyone started salivating.
“But, aren’t they under the protection of the elves? If we go after their city, won’t we anger the elves?” someone asked hesitantly.
“Ha, we are targeting the elves. Over the past two years, the elves have launched two wars, causing panic. They don’t even think about who drove them into the Elf Forest. It’s time to let them feel once again the fear of being dominated by humans.”
Dyson laughed: “Destroy the Goddess of Beauty City, and if the elves dare to make a fuss, give them a profound lesson. This is also the will of the Lord, the Seth Empire and the Capricorn Empire have already prepared for war. The Master Plane is the human’s Master Plane. They need to know who truly rules here.”
