Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God

When this voice sounded, all the Skeleton Lords present ceased their arguments, and all eyes uniformly turned to its master.

It was a Great Lich, clad in a grand red Mage Robe with gold embroidered edges, exuding an aura of luxury from inside out, yet it seemed somewhat incongruous when worn by him.

Because his flesh was nearly depleted, leaving only a layer of gray skin, dry and clinging to his body clearly outlining the skeleton frame.

All hair had fallen off, even his nose and ears were gone, leaving only dark hollows; his eyes emitted a faint luminescence, revealing endless coldness and evil.

He was Undead Monarch Aldridge, the highest ruler of the Corpses Domain.

He rather spoke to himself than discussed with those Skeleton Lords.

Nonetheless, this speech undoubtedly resolved the matter; this was surely not the work of Undead Monarch Okas, for this Witch was an absolute elder of the Plains of Bone, even before the King of Skeletons became such, he had already stood firm in the Plains of Bone, once followed the King of Skeletons, swore allegiance to the Undead Monarch, and was very familiar with this Demon Lord’s strength.

After mumbling to himself, the Corpse King once again fell into silence.

The Skeleton Lords were accustomed to this, few undead were normal, especially those who lived for unknown ages, each had their peculiarities.

The Corpse King easily retreated into his own world, whether studying new spells or indulging in past memories, remained unknown.

No one dared to inquire.

"The origin of the opposing party matters not, the crucial point is how we should either crush or evade them."

"The opponent’s military not only excels in command but also in mobility, far superior to ours, we cannot catch them, nor shake them off. If we divide our forces to crush them, it’s not us who consume them, rather they seize the chance to surround our weak troops and consume them. It seems as if they have the ability of foresight, perfectly aware of our movements."

"Although their speed is swift, it is relatively limited; our cavalry can still outrun their army."

Their command ability is notable, but it remains only at the legion level, once engaged, they can only leverage their unique advantage to quickly end the battle.

The final point is truly critical, their control over our army’s mobilization is far too precise, often threading through by mere inches.

If once or twice, it can be explained as coincidence, if consistently, indicates we are under their surveillance."

"Could it be surveillance magic?"

"Impossible, surveillance magic is handy for tracking one or two individuals, but long-term monitoring of a troop’s maneuvers is beyond its range, especially when our army is not small and the frequent maneuvers during pursuit make it hard to lock onto targets." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"It’s something none of us can accomplish, much less an unknown outsider, he couldn’t gather so many powerful spellcasters in such short time."

"Speaking of surveillance, could it be related to that?"

A Skeleton Lord seemed to recall something, took out a Skeleton Wand, a surge of black mist shot from it, transforming into a huge closed eye in the air.

As the eye slowly opened, the scene within changed, like a real eye, spying into the distance, revealing a moving Corpse Legion.

The Skeleton Lord maneuvered the Skeleton Wand, the spell eye began to slowly adjust direction, finally aiming at a corner above the Corpse Legion.

"There, do you see it?"

"There seems to be something indeed."

"What is that?"

"Not sure, I discovered it by accident, since we engaged the Defilers’ army, it has constantly existed, tracking my legion, wherever we go, it follows. Not sure if you also have similar instances?

If so, it suggests the enemy’s air reconnaissance troops, explaining why our every move is known to them."

"I seem to have encountered similar occurrences but ignored them."

"I wasn’t paying attention earlier, let me search."

Other Skeleton Lords commenced pulling out their Specter’s Eye Wands, casting Specter’s Eye upon their Undead Legions to observe the surroundings.

These Specter’s Eyes possess robust observational and automatic lock-on abilities, once detecting suspicious targets, they automatically alert the spellcaster.

"I have one here too."

"There’s one above my legion as well."

"I have one as well, indeed, they’re the enemy’s aerial reconnaissance units. No wonder our blockades consistently fail, as our every move is conducted under the enemy’s watch."

All Skeleton Lords gained insight, discovering an unidentified flying object over their legions.

Yet, it flew at high altitudes, its entire body was a ghastly bone-white, thoroughly matching the Plains of Bone’s environment, making it difficult to detect under normal circumstances.

With the assistance of the Specter’s Eye spell, it became slightly easier, but still only blurredly identified as a triangular cloud shape.

This posed no problem for these Skeleton Lords, they immediately began frequent dispersal, casting new Specter’s Eyes.

Each casting brought the Specter’s Eye closer to that flying entity.

Soon, they glimpsed its entirety, albeit sufficiently noteworthy.

It was a type of Skeleton Undead they had never encountered.

At first glance, it resembled a Cloud Manta, yet without the long tail of a Cloud Manta; its entire body bore no trace of flesh, composed entirely of condensed skeleton remains, with no visible assembly seams, appearing naturally formed.

Each of its wings bore a pitch-black skeleton pipe, purpose unknown.

It drifted silently like a ghost, extremely swift, zooming past the Specter’s Eye in an instant, making accurate assessment of body type impossible, though one certainty arose, it wasn’t small.