Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 738 - 423: Found a Divine Realm_1

Chapter 738 -423: Found a Divine Realm_1

The one who considers others as fools is a fool herself. How could a Witch who has lived for hundreds of years be an unintelligent simpleton?

When intelligence levels are matched, victory often depends on the information at hand. If Locke had previously seen the opening of the Divine Realm, Negris’s self-assumed advantaged tactics would easily be seen through.

Negris, who was duped, couldn’t save face and angrily threatened, “Aren’t you afraid we’ll kill you?”

Locke made a gesture as if holding something in her hand, and then said, “No, look at my Guardian Barrier. If I block the door, none of you can leave.”

With her words, a translucent shield appeared around her, closely protecting her within it.

Durken couldn’t help but exclaim, “Eh? The divine seal of the Guardian is with you?”

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“You’re familiar with the Guardian Barrier?” Locke asked in surprise.

The gods of war and peace disappeared over a thousand years ago, and not many still recognized them. How come these two Undead from Desert Town recognized it immediately?

Ange suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her translucent shield, yanked it off, then presented an imprint of two hands guarding an object in his palm.

Negris and Durken were stunned, Locke was stunned too. She instinctively crossed her arms in front of her, feeling as if she were suddenly naked. Had Ange really stolen her Guardian Barrier?

Looking blankly at Ange and then at Negris, Locke squatted down clutching her head, screaming, “Don’t kill me! We have an oath, you can’t kill me. I can just take a beating for you.”

The Guardian Barrier was her trump card. It was named a barrier for a reason—its defensive power was on a planar level. She had never heard of anyone shattering it before.

Of course, it was mainly due to her lack of exposure—Ange could shatter the Barrier of Heaven with his bare hands after transforming.

Locke had once let several Sword Saints slash at her while she stood still behind her barrier, and they couldn’t break it. What she said about summoning the Council of the Undead was basically nonsense—the council’s entrance was unknown to her.

The reason people didn’t dare to provoke her was because of her shell. And no one recognized it as the Imprint of the God of Peace.

But these two Undead seemed to know everything. Not only did they recognize the Guardian Barrier, they even stole it instantly. What was happening?

Although perplexed, she knew she had lost her trump card. It made sense to admit defeat and surrender.

Seeing her brisk response, Negris laughed out of amusement. Did she think this was child’s play?

In this case, it wasn’t right for him to bully a child throwing a tantrum, but how could he rid himself of the frustration from his failed calculation?

Ange slapped the divine seal of the Guardian onto his chest, and it melded into his body, imprinting itself on his divine status. The seals of war and peace appeared on Ange’s body, identical to the relief on the grand door.

This was the complete divine seal of War and Peace.

However, Locke, who was still begging for mercy with her head in her hands, did not see this. By the time she looked up again, the divine seal had disappeared.

Ange walked over to the corner of the room. As he approached, faint vibrations emanated from his divine status. These vibrations were extremely weak and could likely only be perceived from a few meters’ distance.

The Divine Realm sensed this, and when he was about five or six meters away, the unremarkable corner revealed an opening that grew larger as he approached.

When Ange stepped into the revealed area, the opening had enlarged to cover an entire rock wall, fully exposing what was inside.

It was empty. Nothing but a flat, white floor stretching to the unseen end, with nothing inside.

Ange glanced across the space, not spotting even the smallest speck of dust. The little dust at the opening had only blown in when it had first opened.

Negris flew to Locke and smacked her head with a book page. “Get up, we won’t kill you. Tell us about the situation in the Divine Realm. Also, your name matches someone we know, so we’ll call you Roxy from now on.”

“No, I am Steadfast Locke, that’s the name engraved in my soul. I would rather die than change it!” Roxy sprang up and cried out.

“Alright, Roxy, did you see anything in the Divine Realm when you were there?” Negris asked.

“Roxy Roxy, call me Steadfast Roxy.” Roxy loudly retorted.

“Okay, Roxy, when you were able to see the Divine Realm, it shouldn’t have been you who opened it, that is, when you discovered the Divine Realm, it wasn’t completely closed, right?” Negris continued to ask.

“Call·me·Steadfast·Roxy!!” Roxy exclaimed emphatically.

Negris flipped the pages of his book, and, sending it flying into the distance, said to Durken, “We’re getting nowhere with her, just kill her and erect a tombstone for her, ‘The Tomb of Roxy’.”

“Alright, my name is Roxy.” Roxy conceded term, not knowing which threat, death or a tombstone, was more intimidating.

“When I discovered this place, there was a big fissure in the Divine Realm. I went in and moved everything out. Six decades passed before the fissure disappeared.” Roxy explained.

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“What did you bring out?” Negris asked.

Roxy pulled out her own matching sword with a snap: “This.”

“Er, how come it’s only half a sword?” The broken sword Roxy held was less than thirty centimeters in length.

“I don’t know. It was already broken when I found it.” As Roxy spoke, she tilted her scabbard to pour out the other half of the sword blade.

Both pieces could form a complete sword.

“Even broken, you use it?” Negris asked confusingly.

“Even as a broken sword, it’s still better than any weapon I could find. Ordinary long swords would break with a single swipe from it.” Roxy boasted.

“Why don’t you get someone to repair it?”

“I have tried to get it repaired. The artisans all said that only a master alchemist could possibly repair it, and I can’t afford to hire a Master Alchemist.” Roxy expressed despairingly.

Durken suddenly interjected: “Let me take a look.”

“Just look, don’t break it.” Roxy handed the broken sword over to Durken. They continued their conversation as they walked into the Divine Realm.

Roxy continued, “During those sixty years, I almost turned the Divine Realm upside down, but I found nothing. After the fissure disappeared, I couldn’t get in anymore. When you kept emphasizing ‘all’, I guessed that you had discovered the Divine Realm.”

Negris regretted not being as persuasive as Anthony, who made tricking people seem as simple as drinking water. Why did he always end up failing?

Never mind, I’m not going to argue with them. I’m the God of Knowledge, not the God of Deception, Negris comforted himself.

Not only did Roxy find nothing, but Ange also came back empty-handed after a round of search. He returned to the position of the omission.

“There’s nothing at all?” Negris asked in disappointment. He had thought that discovering a Divine Realm would mean finding some treasures. If it were like the Divine Realm of the Goddess of Redemption, they would have struck it rich.

Ange shook his head, then nodded. Even Negris did not understand what he meant.

Ange drove everyone out, stood at the edge of the fissure, inserted one hand into the floor, and pulled out forcefully.

The white ground of the Divine Realm rapidly contracted toward Ange’s hand, finally shrinking into a ball.

Ange unfurled his palm. On it, a phantom image of the Divine Realm appeared.

With another squeeze, the phantom image of the Divine Realm disappeared.

“Did you just pack up the Divine Realm?” Negris was shocked.