Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 2146 - 981: Intelligence First_3

After this collision, Katherine and Zalanda realized what a huge mistake it was to keep the news of Gaven’s disappearance from Daphne.

The Ghost Manor is also a core part of the Gaven Territory, and without it, it’s like losing a source of power, causing the development speed to degrade.

The four of them are all action-oriented people; although they were still sitting together, their subordinates were already scouring every possible document related to the Bottomless Abyss.

Soon, they verified Daphne’s intelligence and found it mostly true.

Subsequently, the information was compiled and sent into the Dimensional Pouch, all within half a day.

Gaven felt a surge of intuition and couldn’t help but smile when he received the fresh report, "Daphne didn’t let me down, I knew she was aware of the situation here.

Unexpectedly, it was really related to the Undead Goddess of Revenge. Maybe my being teleported here is related to her, since many of my abilities are connected to her after all."

Before communicating with home, Gaven had already sensed that he would gain something from Daphne.

After all, she was the former Sacrificer of the Undead Goddess of Revenge, and the Plains of Bone is undeniably an Undead Paradise, so even without a direct link, she would likely have considerable knowledge.

That she packaged the methods to create the Skeleton Cannon and Nether Flyer was an unexpected surprise.

They reminded Gaven whether this method could be used to recruit the Shadow Legion?

The Nether Flyer was originally manufactured as a mobile ghost base.

The Bottomless Abyss doesn’t exactly connect to the Shadow Plane.

But don’t forget, the Weizemay Manor isn’t an ordinary ghost manor, it’s based on Undead Divine Power.

It can completely descend without using the Shadow Plane as a medium, using Divine Nature Force instead.

Whether or not this method is feasible remains to be seen upon manufacturing the Skeleton Flyer.

Though on the Plains of Bone, the one thing that isn’t lacking is Skeleton Materials, even Giant Skeletons required for the Skeleton Flyer aren’t scarce—it’s just that they’re difficult to acquire.

The problem is he doesn’t have the manpower to make them. Learning it himself is one way, but it’s too slow, and his own manufacturing speed would be far too slow to swiftly create an army through Explosive Soldier Creation.

After considering it, recruiting talent locally is the most convenient method.

Gaven first approached Skeleton Lord Bradford, who was diligently reviving Skeleton Soldiers from the ground.

Previously, the Skeleton Lord had submitted very cleanly and decisively because he wasn’t a combat type but was instead focused on production and manufacturing.

His combat methods are quite limited, mostly consisting of casting Ice Storm or Fireball Technique.

The majority of his power was used in enhancing the revival of the undead and strengthening the undead combat power.

In just half a day, he had recruited another force of a thousand Skeleton Soldiers.

Of course, compared to before, the quality was not the same; they were all cannon fodder level Skeleton Soldiers.

Gaven didn’t even bother to look at them, nor was he interested in imbuing them with the Power of Slaughter.

He just handed them over to the Skeleton Lord to lead, using them as a vanguard of cannon fodder to draw enemy attention was also a good choice.

Gaven asked, "Are there any other low-level Lords like you nearby? Or are there any relatively powerful Necromancers? Perhaps Quasi-Legendary Skeleton Mages or Witches."

The Skeleton Lord replied without hesitation, "I’m not sure about powerful Necromancers, but I know the surrounding low-level Lords very well.

Head twenty kilometers north, that’s the Skeleton Cavalry Territory, where there is a Skeleton Pool controlled by a Skeleton Cavalry Lord, capable of continuously summoning Skeleton Soldiers and Skeleton Warhorses..."

"Skeleton Pool? What’s that?" Gaven interrupted the Skeleton Lord.

The Skeleton Lord wasn’t annoyed, or rather, he simply didn’t have such emotions, explaining, "The Skeleton Pool is the magic power node of the Plains of Bone, filled with dense skeletal energy, forming a marsh-like terrain.

All kinds of skeletons around the Skeleton Pool appear more frequently and are stronger, many Skeleton Pools have their own special products.

The specialty to the north is Skeleton Warhorses, so I also call it the Skeleton Warhorse Pool."

"I see." Gaven showed only a slight surprise and accepted it.

This is the Bottomless Abyss, so strange and peculiar occurrences aren’t out of the ordinary.

After all, here, skeletons grow out of the ground.

"Don’t you have a Skeleton Pool of your own?" Gaven couldn’t help but ask.

"I used to, but a rare and extremely powerful special undead emerged from it, far beyond my strength range.

So, I immediately chose to leave, entering a wandering state, seeking to reclaim a Skeleton Pool.

But those entrenched around Skeleton Pools usually aren’t weaklings. The longer I stayed away from my Skeleton Pool, the higher the difficulty in reclaiming it, until I met you, my Lord, and never succeeded."

When the Skeleton Lord spoke of this, it was as if talking about something entirely unrelated to him, with no emotional fluctuation.

This is a common trait of most Sage Undead.

There’s a saying: human emotions and desires stem from the body, not the soul.

When the soul is detached from the flesh and enters a non-corporeal container (undead, metal, or energy body, etc.), it will gradually lose emotions and desires, eventually becoming extremely indifferent.

This view is not entirely accurate, yet it does fit many situations.

Curious, Gaven pursued another question, "What kind of undead does your Skeleton Pool mainly produce?"

"You’ve seen it, my Lord, they’re those Blazing Skeletons," the Skeleton Lord answered, "These skeletons are rarely seen in the wild, mainly produced in the Flame Skeleton Pool. I left with more than two thousand Blazing Skeletons, and only three hundred were left when I met you, my Lord."