Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 323 - 204 Can’t Eat Anymore Due To Pain……_2

Chapter 323: Chapter 204 Can’t Eat Anymore Due To Pain……_2

But as soon as the Boundary-crossing Hand entered the Resting Palace, some strange changes occurred immediately, and Ange was taken aback.

Negris noted the irregularity and hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s melting, fusing into my hand, and, and, and…” Ange was at a loss for words, unsure how to describe it.

Nagris was anxious, so he withdrew into his own body and flew over to take a look.

When he got to that isolated handbone, he immediately saw a Black Crystal Fragment slowly dissolving into the handbone.

Negris noted another anomaly, turning to look in the direction of the Resting Palace. Among the palace group, another palace had lit up with flames.

Now, there’s no need to question it any further — even if this Black Crystal Fragment wasn’t a fragment of a monarch, it was certainly a product of the Undead Empire.

It resonated with both the Resting Palace and the Boundary-crossing Hand, not only merging into Ange’s hand but also activating the third palace, a building that resembled a crown.

The Resting Palace consists of one main and four attached buildings. The main hall is the Undead Temple, where Ange’s Undead Godhood is stored at the peak.

Next is the Bronze Book Tower, sealing Negris, and then the Palace of Steadfast Locke, where they found the remains of Steadfast Locke.

Except for the Bronze Book Tower and the Palace of Bones, they could not enter anywhere else, including the main temple.

Everyone knew that the current Resting Palace was incomplete and required many items to restore it to its original state, such as the Liquid of Breath of Death, which balanced the sense of death within the Palace.

And then the graves. No one knew why they went missing or how to bring them back; it should be noted that countless Undead were sleeping within the graveyard.

Finally, the third Palace was activated, leaving only the last attached palace and the main temple.

Before exploring new areas, Ange first brought in the Little Angel, the Little Zombie, and Luther, then went towards the crown-like palace.

As they walked, Negris asked, “Do you know who this crown belongs to?”

Ange shook his head.

“Those worthy of building their own palace in the Resting Palace are, of course, immensely powerful beings, like Steadfast Locke, like the God of Knowledge.” When speaking about himself, Negris emphasized his tone.

Unfortunately, none of the three reacted to Ange’s statement, but Luser was supportive and replied, “Wow, the God of Knowledge is impressive.”

Negris proudly continued, “And also the Witch King and the Saint of the Undead. This crown belongs to Witch King Durroc.”

Ange nodded.

“Witch King Durroc is also a formidable fellow, but he’s not as famous as Steadfast because he’s not as significant. Since he’s not very well-known, I don’t have much understanding of him.”

Having listened attentively for a long time, only to hear such things, Luser could not help but sneer, “Could you just have said that you don’t understand him directly, instead of saying that he’s not famous?”

Ange nodded.

In this way, the group of people stepped into the Witch King’s Palace.

Compared to the crude Palace of Locke, Durken Palace bore a touch of royal grandeur. As soon as they entered, they were greeted by a large dark gate carved from precious metals, with exquisite engravings.

However, the carvings were all of agonizing faces, twisted souls, so vivid and detailed that it felt as if they would come to life at any moment.

Within the palace, there were reliefs, gold and silver, statues, furnishings, carved beams, and painted rafters, all beautiful and extravagant. Yet, none of them could move. frёewebnoѵēl.com

In the main hall, which was like the lobby of an opera house, there was a row of windpipes on the front side, which appeared to be loudspeakers for some musical instrument.

There was a soul piano on the left, and a row of steps on the right that probably were used for choruses.

On seeing all this, Negris suddenly remembered something, “That’s right, I remember, Piero… Anthony once told me that Durken was a soul conductor who loved to play music.”

“Music? Like hymns? Or the type that Minotaurs usually hum?” Luther asked in confusion. His understanding of music was mostly just the hymns from the Church of Light, something like ‘Hallelu Messiah Poxia’ and such.

Or it could be the tune hummed by Minotaurs when they dance. Compared to the hums, Luther preferred their dances, which seemed to be called tap dances. When performed, the rhythm was upbeat with clear beats, very enjoyable, and it made onlookers want to join in.

Unfortunately, ordinary people needed to put on specially made shoes to match the hoof beats of the Minotaurs.

The Bronze Dragon shrugged, asking it about common knowledge was alright, but asking it about music, wasn’t that too much?

Even the God of Knowledge didn’t understand, others would understand even less; they didn’t even know what the equipment in the hall was for.

The only thing they could understand was the top hat and conductor’s baton placed on the main table desk. The Little Zombie shuffled over quickly and grabbed them.

“This must be the conductor’s hat and baton,” Negris remarked. As he finished speaking, he saw the Little Zombie place the hat on its head.

It was just a hat. Negris didn’t mind if it was worn. He was about to say something when he saw Ange rush over swiftly. With a karate chop, Ange decapitated the Little Zombie.

“Ange, are you cra…” Negris thought Ange was going insane and was about to scold him when he saw the Little Zombie’s head on the ground. Some black, liquid-like material had engulfed it and was squirming non-stop. It quickly gnawed away all the flesh on the head, turning back into a top hat on top of the bald skull.

Luther gasped, patting his forehead and cheeks in fright. Goodness, he had noticed the hat too. If the Little Zombie hadn’t gotten to it first, he would have picked it up and put it on his head. Then, his head would be the one being gnawed by the hat.

The Little Zombie, now headless, stretched out its arms, wobbling about like a drunk person. After a few rounds, it bumped into the Little Angel.

On a normal day, the Little Angel would have punched it in the face, but this time, it didn’t strike but steadied the zombie instead with a yell.

The Little Zombie immediately stayed still and stood motionless in its original spot.

Ange used a Pollinate Technique, blew the hat away, then picked up the Little Zombie’s head and found a suitable joint to replace and reattach it to the neck.

He then used the Face Purification Technique to activate the skin and flesh growth, regrowing the skin on the face. Though, the hair wouldn’t grow back so soon.

The newly grown skin was a bit tender. Luther couldn’t resist poking it and said enviously, “It’s so smooth, even better than a face mask.”

Thump! The Little Zombie punched him in the cheek.

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While the others were fooling around, Ange curiously picked up the hat.

When the hat touched his hand bone, it instantly melted into a puddle, squirmed like jelly, and began climbing up Ange’s hand bone.

A Soul Flame rose from Ange’s elbow, initially to stop the jelly’s advance. However, the jelly immediately dived into the Soul Flame and stopped climbing. Instead, it started absorbing the Soul Flame eagerly.

“It’s absorbing the Soul Flame. Does it feed on Soul Energy? What on earth is this?” Negris exclaimed in surprise.

“Don’t even you recognize it?” Luther asked in astonishment. “A creature that feeds on souls? Isn’t it a Spirit Eater?”

“Spirit Eaters don’t look like this… No, you guessed correctly. It’s something based on Spirit Eaters but modified.” Negris responded.

“Haha, I told you so. I was right, wasn’t I?” Luther stroked his waist, grinning.

Whispering to himself in suspicion, Negris questioned, “Who could be so insidious as to modify a Spirit Eater into a hat and leave it here?”

“Could it be that Witch King Durken you mentioned?” Luther suggested.

While they were making conjectures, Ange had already infused a huge amount of Soul Energy. At first, the hat jumped onto his arm to absorb the energy, but later on, Ange began pouring the energy directly into it.

As for Soul Energy, Ange had a plethora. Recently, he hadn’t used the Instant Death Halo, so he had accumulated a great deal of it. He wanted to see how much the creature could absorb.

With a huge influx of Soul Energy, the jelly-like Spirit Eater kept shrinking. Rapidly, it shrank back into its original form of a hat.

Ange still did not stop. The Soul Energy continued to pour in, causing the Spirit Eater to blaze.

Soon, the hat let out a ‘burp’, sounding like it had just burped after a full meal. At the same time, it sent out a message indicating its discomfort: I can’t eat anymore…