Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Chapter 229: Shook Forcefully_2

After calming the Relay Spirit, Ange turned and said, “It doesn’t have a Soul Network.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Negris asked in surprise.

“It doesn’t have a master.” Ange rephrased.

“Impossible!” Negris floated over, shocked. “Didn’t you say it belongs to Harvey? Its master should be Harvey.”

Negris circled around the Relay Spirit. He couldn’t get any insights; the spirit of the Relay Spirit was too strong for his level. He couldn’t even see its soul clearly, let alone detect any soul impressions inside.

Without a soul imprint, it’s masterless. It can’t communicate anything that happens to its master through a Soul Network.

In this case, it’s actually a good thing. If they were to infuriate Harvey, they would have to make a run for it immediately. He had already been considering how to escape.

“So you’re saying, the news that the Relay Spirit is one of Harvey’s followers is fake? Who spread this? But this is good news, we don’t have to run away.” He finished speaking and turned to Holcuk, who was sneakily heading towards the stairs. “You’re not allowed to run either.”

Holcuk hastily laughed, “Why would I? I’m only going downstairs to fetch tea for our guests.”

Negris chuckled, “Do you believe that after insulting the Undead God, you can leave unscathed? Two options: either submit to us or perish.”

Holcuk immediately kneeled down, crying out, “I submit, don’t kill me.”

From the moment he saw Ange’s transformation, he knew that he would not be able to leave easily. His choices were to be locked up forever or to be killed; submission was actually the least damaging punishment, or rather a reward.

How could submission to the Undead God be considered punishment? Not everyone gets this chance.

Holcuk was a masterless witch; do you think he willingly decided to be a masterless witch? He simply didn’t have anyone who wanted him. If someone was willing to accept him, he wouldn’t have stood guard for 300 years.

He was afraid Ange would kill him, but instead he offered to keep him. He didn’t waste another second to pledge his allegiance.

Without hesitation, Holcuk offered his soul oath. The Fire of the Oath floated towards Ange.

The Little Angel flew up and caught the Fire of the Oath, giving a puzzled ‘woof’ at Ange.

“Woof.” Ange responded.

“Oh~” The Little Angel uninterestedly threw the Fire of the Oath onto the Little Zombie, and it disappeared into the Little Zombie’s body.

A Soul Connection was established between the Little Zombie and Holcuk.

“This…” Holcuk was stunned. “I…”

He wanted to say, he intended to offer his Soul Fire to the Undead God, not a Little Zombie that couldn’t even deal with the Relay Spirit. Could he get his Fire of Oath back?

Obviously not. Negris flew to his side, patting his shoulder: “It’s all the same. They are one and the same. It doesn’t matter who you pledge to.”

Eyeing tears, Holcuk thought to himself that although he had intended to become a follower of the Undead God, he had now become a follower of a follower of the Undead God. He felt like he had been demoted several ranks. How could it be the same?

Negris comforted him briefly and then lost interest in him. This is the healthy social structure of the undead. Not possible for the lowest-ranked skeleton to have a direct soul connection with a king.

They must have their own lords, and the lords have their own kings. Only the king is directly connected with the king, forming a pyramidal social structure in this way. Without saying the advantages, the downside is when the king dies, the whole Undead Empire collapses.

Luther, Shamara, Big Bone, and others who had taken control of the Relay Tower finally rushed there. Only then Ange gathered everyone together, took out the box that had exploded from the undead, and said to Shamara, “You might be looking for this.”

Shamara immediately jumped up: “Luna! Luna’s scent!”

Negris also jumped up: “Where did you get this from?”

“Undead, killed it, it exploded out.” Ange said.

“Are you damn Romance God’s lover? Only one box exploded? Where’s the other stuff?” Negris complained unhappily.

“Outside,” Ange pointed out of the tower.

With a whoosh, Negris shot out, followed by Luther and Shamara.

After only a few minutes, they all came running back: “Where? We couldn’t find anything, did someone pick something up?”

Ange tilted his head, missing?

His gaze swept over everyone once, then he suddenly rushed over and dragged a big cat out from the corner.

“Meow!” The Dimension Beast wanted to run but was firmly caught by its hind legs.

Ange shook the Dimension Beast vehemently by holding its hind legs, a bunch of various items cascading out.

There were Soul Crystals, Demon Crystals, gold and silver coins, bone and magic artifacts, books, personal belongings, a few beads, and even a fire basin.

He shook it again, causing a pile of elf beans, upgrade beans, some unknown beans, and a purple-gold finger bone to fall out… When these beans fell, the Dimension Beast really panicked. It meowed loudly and tried in vain to catch them with its small claws.

Only then did Ange let it go, throwing it to the ground. The Dimension Beast quickly pounced on the pile of beans and, with its paws as fast as lightning, quickly picked them all up before scrambling away.

“So it was the one who picked everything up. Let’s check what we have here,” said Negris as he began picking up the dropped items. Shamara glanced at them but showed no interest because none of it had Luna’s scent.

“So, my intuition tells me that this box has something to do with it. What is this box and why does it have Luna’s scent?” Shamara asked in confusion.

Without lifting his head, Negris replied, “This is a Broken Seal invented by Durken. It can seal away any incomplete powers. I suspect the Luna we met before isn’t complete, and this box holds another part of her.”

“Luna’s not complete? How is this possible? She was a perfectly formed six-winged angel.” Shamara said with shock.

Negris finally lifted his head, replying, “First, you must understand the mystical properties of holy spirit angels. They are not ordinary creatures. Even if only their skeletons remain, they can fully recover as long as they are bathed in holy light. Theoretically, as long as there is sufficient holy light, even if only a fingernail remains, she can still recover into a complete six-winged archangel.”

Luther exclaimed in shock, “But Lord Nage, isn’t that like you!?”

“What, are you saying that I’m a fingernail? I am a dragon scale, dragon scale, dragon scale!” Negris waved away and started slapping Luther’s head.

Luther grabbed his head and thought to himself in grievance: Aren’t they basically the same thing?

Negris wasn’t angry because Luther compared him to a fingernail but because he himself hadn’t remembered this detail. If Luther hadn’t mentioned it, he wouldn’t have recalled that his current body had been created just like that.

Because the two scenarios are essentially different; angels recover by their own properties, while his recovery was due to Ange’s healing.

But the anger had to be taken out on somebody. He gave Luther quite a beating before he calmed down and squatted back down on the ground.

Shamara helplessly asked again, “So what do we do next? Do we break this seal? How do you break the seal? Can we break the box?”

Negris replied, “You have to think this over. If she remains sealed inside, she won’t have any previous memories and she won’t remember giving you wings. However, she would definitely remember the meaning of the holy light. If she recovers, the first thing she’d possibly do is purify you, the fallen angel.”

“Oh.” Upon hearing this, Shamara immediately set down the wooden box, pushed it toward Ange’s feet and then retreated far away.

Ange had no choice but to pick it up and place it back inside the Temple of Rest.

Negris had mostly examined those items, he picked up the fire basin from the ground and said, “The others are ordinary items except these few beads and this fire basin. This basin shouldn’t appear in an undead’s space artifact. Let’s light it up and see.”

Once the fire basin was lit, the flames burnt for a while, then suddenly shifted. Some kind of aura descended upon the flames, conjuring a face.

A surprised voice came through, “Eh? You’re still able to light the fire basin, those guys didn’t… Mother…!”

The demon apparently mistook the one who lit the fire basin for an undead. But when the image fully manifested, what it saw were faces of Ange and the others. It was taken aback and instantly tried to flee.

A big cat suddenly darted out from in-between everyone’s feet. It extended its claws into space as though it was preparing to pull over the demon.

However, before the Dimension Beast could strike it with its paw, Ange’s Boundary-crossing Hand had already gripped the flames along with the whole fire basin, lifting it up.