Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 717 - 410: They Actually Have Wisdom?_1

Chapter 717: Chapter 410: They Actually Have Wisdom?_1

Ange worked on his garden late into the night. Albert had long since reached his limit and, filled with questions, had fallen asleep. He probably spent his entire life puzzling over why a reborn Lord Holy Spirit would become obsessed with farming.

When he finished, Ange found a secluded spot. He invoked his Ground Cracking Technique and quickly sank into the sand, burying himself.

In unfamiliar places, skeletons preferred to bury themselves. It felt safer that way.

Once properly buried, Ange withdrew his consciousness. After what felt like a long journey, he returned to his own body.

“Kvada! Finally, you’ve decided to come back. I thought you had died.” A number of people came over, among which Negris’s voice stood out the most.

Ange turned around to see everyone surrounding him, their faces filled with concern and curiosity.

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“What’s the situation? What did you see when you cast your soul over there? Why did you stay so long over there? If you hadn’t activated your Instant Death Halo, I would’ve thought you had died. Were you farming over there? Were you?” Negris asked, his words coming out rapid-fire.

The witch sounded even more anxious, asking over and over, “Did you see His Majesty? Did you see him? Is His Majesty still alive?”

Ange shook his head, “Locke, soul, withering, ashbone, consciousness extinction.”

Nobody understood what he meant. Only Negris did, and he translated, “You mean, the node where you projected yourself belongs to Locke? His soul has withered, and his consciousness has been extinguished? He has become an Ashbone Skeleton?”

Ange gave an impatient nod. This was the way he was used to communicating.

“It was Locke? Not His Majesty? How did Locke end up there?” The witch was taken aback.

“Of course, His Majesty summoned him. What else do you think? No wonder Locke’s body remained in the Temple of Rest. I said before, if he managed to escape back to the Temple of Rest, how could his soul simply disappear? So, his soul was cast over to where His Majesty was?” Durken said, slapping his foot with annoyance.

The witch murmured somewhat despondently, “Why did His Majesty summon Locke? Why not me? Don’t I count as his most trusted child?”

Seizing the opportunity to console her, the Great Sage put an arm around her shoulder and said softly, “Because you have a more critical mission, to protect His Majesty’s body.”

“Oh, that’s right. I almost forgot. My mission is more important.” The witch became more spirited.

“So what happened next? Where did you go? What was there? Were there people? How many? Why were you farming? What kind of place? How big was it? …” Negris continued to ask, engaged in suggestive inquiry.

This was the communication method most familiar to Ange. He didn’t have to think about what to say. Whatever Negris asked, he just answered. Even if he stuttered out word by word, Negris could still understand him. It was incredibly comfortable.

After some discussion, everyone was stunned by the information Ange had revealed.

“A wizard’s Endless Star Power Starburst Array? What kind of wizard? An alchemist?”

“Starburst Array, is it a weapon capable of launching starbursts that can kill us?”

“The Undead Empire? Is it the Undead Empire His Majesty established? Didn’t you ask? You didn’t ask anything? What on earth did you do there, garden? Oh dear, I just want to choke you to death.”

Negris grumbled. He wished he could literally strangle Ange, “You hurry up and project yourself back there. Find that Albert, right? Ask him clearly. Do you know what you have to ask? I’ll make a list for you.”

“You, come with me,” Ange said.

“Huh? Me? Do you have a way to bring me along? I’ve tried, but I can’t attach to your consciousness,” Negris said.

Without explaining, Ange grabbed the Little Yellow Book and shoved it into the Temple of Rest.

Immediately after that, Negris’ consciousness was projected onto him. Negris hurriedly said, “Wait a minute. Under the current circumstances, we might have to stay here for a long time. There’s no death aura or energy here. Leave them some.”

The witch waved her hand, “No need. That bag of Soul Crystals just now has already fully restored me. I can last for another thousand years…”

Before she could finish, Ange tossed out a dozen bags of Soul Crystals. Unable to resist, the witch pounced on them, changing her tune, “I want to sleep on them.”

With a large amount of Soul Crystals, who would want to endure hardship? For the past thousand years, the witch had managed to pull through mostly by sleeping deeply.

“Also, when Ange activates Instant Death Halo, it will be released from his body. I don’t know if other Divine Arts will work the same way. Try it out when the time comes. You guys stay alert over here. If there are any effects from Divine Arts, we can use them to communicate simple messages.”

After giving his instructions, Ange once again placed his hand on the Black Crystal Body’s shoulder. His consciousness shifted, and then he projected himself again.

Once his projection had reappeared on the other side, Ange concentrated his focus and reached out with his hand.

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He felt an unprecedented resistance from his hand. With a powerful tug, he pulled out the Bronze Book.

Negris exclaimed in astonishment, “How could you pull things from the Temple of Rest? How did you do it? Doesn’t that seem incredible? Your current projection shouldn’t have the ability to penetrate the Temple of Rest.”

Ange replied, “I concentrated my mind, could see it, and grabbed it.”

“Try it again. I want to see,” Negris hurriedly said.

Ange shook his head, “Mind is chaotic, half an hour, before I can grab again.”

“So, you can’t concentrate your mind right now, and you need about half an hour to recover?” Negris understood.

Ange nodded, feeling a sense of relief and certainty in his heart.