Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 1673 - 1234: Me? Going to kill the Undead Divine Light.

Chapter 1673: Chapter 1234: Me? Going to kill the Undead Divine Light.

As long as Nagustai doesn’t receive information, Mort is just missing. Why is he missing? You have to ask the Gray Divine Star about that; before the connection was severed, he reported encountering the Gray Divine Star.

Probably, even the Gray Divine Star couldn’t imagine exploding out of nowhere, while Mort was simply on his way and also got caught in this mess.

At this moment, Mort also fell into utter despair. You could almost say that encountering any enemy wouldn’t make Mort despair.

For a Void War Tree Man like him, it’s very difficult to be exterminated. On the Chaos Plane, the one Ange encountered was down to half a face yet still wasn’t completely dead, which shows just how tenacious the life force of Tree People is.

Even if it’s completely withered wood, new buds can sprout again in the spring.

So Mort doesn’t fear battle; even if his shell is shattered or his tree heart is blown apart, it doesn’t matter. Next year, he might sprout and grow stronger branches again.

He doesn’t even have to wait for next year; within the realm of God’s tree protection, he can receive the protection of the God of Tree at any time.

Yet now he was in despair because he faced another Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, and at the same time, he couldn’t sense the God of Tree. This meant he was without the protection of the God of Tree and had to face it alone.

In this situation, he couldn’t fight back; he couldn’t even control himself. At this moment, he had already lost control of his body, and his consciousness was gradually dissipating, soon leaving only a slight perception.

"What’s your name?" A voice sounded in Mort’s ear.

"Mort..." Mort replied involuntarily, his consciousness dissipating as he tried hard to focus, finally focusing on a human.

"Why did you come here?" Anthony continued to ask.

"Spit melon, looking for... spit melon..." Mort woodenly stared at this human and slowly replied.

"Does the God of Tree know you were captured?" Anthony asked.

"Tree... God of Tree, God of Tree doesn’t... know..." Hearing the word "God of Tree", Mort reacted intensely for a bit but then became sluggish again.

"Why are you looking for a spit melon?" Anthony asked.

Mort sluggishly said, "God of Tree needs..."

"Where is the God of Tree?" Anthony asked.

"God of Tree is on the God Star..."

"When did King Fei Lie disappear? What contract did he sign with the God of Tree? What is the God of Tree’s relationship with him? ..."

Anthony persistently asked many questions, and Mort couldn’t hide anything, even if sometimes he resisted but ultimately still spoke.

Watching him respond, Negris clicked his tongue from behind: "This is like being drugged, completely stripping one’s senses; this is even scarier than soul-search. Little Tree can do this to other people too?"

Soul-searching is first killing you then flipping through your soul, which is like being alive while having your skull opened and someone rummaging through your brain, and this helplessness is even more terrifying.

Ange shook his head.

"Thank goodness, otherwise Little Tree wouldn’t be cute." Negris sighed.

Thinking of the Little Sapling being able to freely flip through other people’s minds made Negris feel it was not cute anymore. Thankfully, this ability was only effective on Tree People; flipping through a Tree’s mind wasn’t a problem; who’s not chopped wood before?

While Ange caught Mort, elsewhere Your Majesty was wrapping Orgal around his little finger, so much so that when returning, Your Majesty was dragging a Mourning Bone Dragon: "Almost let it escape."

Your Majesty came to the Void to scour the Chaos Mist, bringing the Bone Dragon along as a prop.

The Mourning Bone Dragon needed the Chaos Mist the most. Without a strong soul, it couldn’t move at all, and even if it did, it wasn’t nimble; whereas your Majesty wasn’t in a hurry, slow power recovery was fine.

Seeing this Bone Dragon, Orgal was visibly shocked: "Ogarlima Potexslatopi Fei Long?"

"What? Such a long name? You know it?" Your Majesty asked in confusion.

Orgal replied, "I know; it’s the Guardian Giant Dragon under the Great Speaker of the Divine Light Alliance. It used to be a Golden Bone Dragon, but something happened, and it evolved into a Mourning Bone Dragon. It was often fighting on all fronts as a Golden Bone Dragon, but after evolving into a Mourning Bone Dragon, it rarely appeared. Where did you find it?"

Your Majesty said, "On the way, it ran when it saw me; I hooked its soul away with the scythe. If you know it, then you handle it."

While speaking, he handed the scythe forward, the blade carrying a robust Requiem Dragon Soul. Upon sensing the distinctly weaker Orgal, the Dragon Soul immediately roared in anger, causing Orgal’s head to tense.

It felt like someone brought a lion close to your face, saying it will be your pet, only for the lion to spray saliva on your face.

Orgal’s power came from Nagustai; on his own, he couldn’t suppress the Requiem Dragon Soul, so where would this kind of pet be wanted. Scared, he hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, Your Majesty, just dispose of it, just dispose of it."

Your Majesty gave him a glance, didn’t insist, and casually stuffed the Dragon Soul back into the Mourning Bone Dragon’s skull.

Orgal thought uneasily, saying internally: Such regal presence that domineers All Worlds, really powerful, worthy of Emperor Fei Lie.

If someone else impersonated King Fei Lie, it would be difficult without that presence; not even Anthony would suffice.

Don’t judge him as a kind retired king here with Ange, but in others’ eyes, his every move is still the Undead King governing billions of Undead.

This isn’t purely suppression of Soul Strength but a kind of aura and presence; it’s hard to cultivate such a presence without managing so many beings.

Daydreaming, in the next moment, he saw the Mourning Bone Dragon slowly moving.

Orgal instinctively retreated a few steps. This was the Mourning Bone Dragon, a terrifying being with the Requiem Dragon Soul; with it stationed at the Zhuo Shan Dimension, Orgal never dared to covet it. Unexpectedly, such a powerful Undead would be subdued by His Majesty.

"Alright, now tell me your situation. What did you just say about the Fie Lie family? You’re my subject?" Your Majesty asked, with an air of self-evident authority.

Orgal was all too familiar with this air; usually, Friel Queen treated official matters with this exact demeanor. Orgal quickly entered role, reporting: "To respond to Your Majesty, my name is Orgal, appointed as Assistant Minister by Friel Queen, who was adopted by you back then..."

Orgal said a mouthful; when he’d finished, Your Majesty scratched his head, saying, "Who was that? Forgotten, too long ago, used to take in some living things, forget it, do you have an emblem or imprint to prove your identity?"

"Yes." Orgal directly took off his ring; it was the Assistant Minister’s ring, but the inner side was engraved with the Fei Lie family’s emblem, and it was a secret emblem, with few subtle differences from the public one, preventing others from faking the emblem.

Your Majesty closely examined it, pointed to several hidden places, asking, "Why is this missing?"

He knew why it was missing, it was for anti-counterfeiting purposes; with Knowledge Gods like Negris, and the emblem in spit melon, it was easy to deduce why it was missing.

Thus, Orgal was even more convinced of Your Majesty’s identity, and after answering all questions, he seized the pause during Your Majesty’s pondering to ask, "Your Majesty, where have you been all this time?"

"Me? I went inside the Boundless Space Hole, to kill Ancient Godlight." Your Majesty replied.

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