Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 702 - 399: You Seem to Have Missed an Opportunity_1

Chapter 702 -399: You Seem to Have Missed an Opportunity_1

“What? Say that again.” Everyone thought they must have heard wrong. Truth was, they had heard correctly, but the news was so shocking that they simply refused to believe it.

When an ordinary person walks in the forest, their greatest fear is not encountering a beast, but the torn-apart corpse of a beast. Who or what tore that beast apart?

Tyrone repeated: “The Red Star, it got blown up, or rather, it exploded.”

Everyone exchanged looks, one by one peering at the observation point, then asked: “Did you see what destroyed it?”

Tyrone shook his head: “We are twenty astronomy units away from the Red Star. It takes time for light to reach us, the explosion of the Red Star is already something that happened dozens of seconds or perhaps a few minutes ago. We can’t see what caused it.”

“Could it have been His Majesty the Undead King who blew up the Red Star?” Durken hazarded a guess, reluctantly.

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The Great Sage gave a start, exchanging glances with Anthony and Negris, their expressions becoming complicated.

If the Undead King wasn’t dead, their situation would become extremely awkward.

It was a situation that they did not want to face, so they subconsciously turned their gazes to Ange.

Ange, head held high, was staring intently at where the Red Star had disappeared, as if sensing something.

After a long while, Ange suddenly made a move, running up to the Goddess of Redemption and said: “Sacrifice, your soul.”

The obediently-behaved Goddess of Redemption was startled, slightly confused: What does he want from her? What is he talking about?

Ange had no choice but to repeat: “Sacrifice, your soul, to me.”

The Goddess of Redemption’s face turned a bright red: How could he just say that so suddenly? He thinks he can just have her soul without any preparation? Is he dreaming?

Seeing her reluctance, Ange tilted his head, turned around to retrieve the Staff of Heaven, quickly opened the Space Gate and teleported away. He ran off.

The Goddess of Redemption stood frozen, her mind full of question marks: What does he mean? He asks twice and runs off without any agreement? What kind of attitude is that? Asking her to sacrifice her soul is equivalent to establishing a soul contact, making her his subordinate. Is this the attitude of someone seeking to establish a soul contact? How insincere.

Negris flapped over, first casting a puzzled glance at the Goddess of Redemption, then at the Space Gate through which Ange teleported. He hesitated before saying: “Ange wouldn’t do things without reason, it looks like you missed an opportunity. I think you should follow him.”

“Follow him?” The Goddess of Redemption pointed at herself in surprise. For something as major as establishing soul contact, his attitude was not sincere at all. Should she chase after him despite that? Doesn’t she deserve any respect?

Anthony also said: “Lord Ange would not carry out meaningless actions. If he asked you to sacrifice your soul, there must be a purpose. But it will certainly not be to add another subordinate. He currently has too many subordinates to manage. So why would he ask you to do this?”

“There are two possibilities: either it is to borrow power, or it is for protection. Is there anything worth borrowing from the Power of Redemption? Your healing speed and effectiveness are not even as good as his, so it can only be for protection. Why would he need to protect you and not us?” Durken quickly analyzed.

Anthony’s eyes lit up: “Faith Storm! The Red Star has been blown up, but what about the Faith Storm? The previous Faith Storm, there was no Red Star in the sky. Could it be that the Red Star was blown up last time as well and only the Faith Storm remained? We either have a soul contact, or we don”t have a deity status, so we don’t need specific protection, do we?”

“So, the Faith…Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?” Negris hadn’t finished speaking when he saw the Goddess of Redemption lift her skirt and dash into the Space Gate as it was about to close.

“She is such a rash child. I was going to suggest, if she couldn’t make it in time, she could come into my Bronze Book for a temporary seal. I didn’t feel the previous Faith Storm either, wasn’t that because I was sealed? No need to sacrifice anything, sheesh.”

Negris complained, then his head fell to one side, he blacked out. When he regained consciousness, he was projecting onto Ange.

Ange initially teleported to the Goddess of Beauty City, prepared to teleport to Roland City through the Teleportation Array.

“Who are you going to find?” the projected Negris asked.

“Shamara.” Ange answered.

Negris immediately affirmed their previous speculation: “So it’s really about the Faith Storm? Does Shamara have a deity status now? She went with Feiti and Harvey to exterminate the Sorrow Angel, where do we find her?”

“Feiti, Harvey, Shamara, you’re not together.” Ange said.

He could sense the location of Harvey and Feiti through soul contact, but Shamara was not with them, she got separated while they were hunting down the Sorrow Angel.

Negris was immediately troubled, “Where should we look for her, how long until the Faith Storm? Will we make it in time?”

Ange titled his head, not answering, because he didn’t know if there would be enough time, so he decided to teleport first.

The light of the teleportation array brightened up, and at this moment, a graceful figure rushed over and tightly embraced his thighbone, teleporting away with him.

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When they reached Roland City, Ange looked down to see the Goddess of Redemption holding his thighbone tightly, smiling and saying, “Master God, please accept my Soul Fire.”

Ange accepted it, and only then did the Goddess of Redemption let go of his leg bone, stand up at ease, and recede to the side.

“Lord Ange!” A desperate call came forth. Ange looked up to see Roland City’s teleportation array locked, blocked by a person.

Shamara, clad in a majestic black Holy Armor, stood outside the teleportation array. Everyone was driven back by her, far beyond the locked area.

On that ‘line’ was a row of black feathers. One audacious guy had stepped over the line, and got two black feathers jabbed into his thigh, whimpering there and not even daring to cry out loud.

“Lord Ange, did you come to find me? I had a premonition that someone would come to save me.” Shamara said urgently.

Negris couldn’t help saying: “We were just worrying about how to find you. We didn’t expect your nose to be more sensitive than the kobold’s, you found us yourself. Your predictive ability works incredibly well.”

Ange also nodded at her, “To me, devotion, soul.”

Shamara was much more straightforward than the Goddess of Redemption. Right there, she offered a Soul Fire, and after establishing a soul contact, Ange took them back to Goddess of Beauty City.

Before leaving, Shamara waved her hand and took back the row of feathers that marked the lockdown line. Only the two feathers stuck in the thigh of the guy who crossed the line remained.

The man who crossed the line was on the verge of crying, he didn’t dare to even speak louder, murmuring in a low voice, “The ones on my leg haven’t been plucked yet…..”

At that moment, he didn’t know what came over him, he just had to cross the line to test it, and ended up getting pinned to the ground. In the throes of pain, he realized that the Dark Angel seemed even more formidable.

Immediately, at least three groups of people surrounded him, pushing and jostling each other, each occupying a position and surrounding the guy who crossed the line, one of them even held a dagger to his neck.

“My friend, let’s negotiate. Can you sell these two Dark Angel’s feathers to us?” A guy with a broad and imposing face said with a smile.

As soon as he finished, someone behind him slapped his head, “You idiot, aren’t feathers enough? Must you remind him that these are the Dark Angel’s feathers? What if he won’t sell?”

“If he doesn’t sell, I’ll poke a few holes in him.”

“Poke what? The Dark Angel deliberately left these two feathers, if you take them, it’s the same as robbing the Dark Angel. Do you want to die? Buy them, don’t even try to short-change him.”

“Sell them to me! Sell them to me!” The rest of the groups shouted in unison.

The man who crossed the line couldn’t help but ask, “What’s the use of these… Dark Angel’s feathers?”

Seeing the hesitations exhibited by the crowd, the guy who crossed the line hurriedly said, “Answer this question, and I’ll prioritize one of the feathers for sale.”

Immediately someone answered, “The feather of Fall, it possesses the Power of Fall. If made into a weapon, it would have the ability to pollute the Light.”

The man who crossed the line’s heart was pounding: I’m rich! If I had known, I would have asked the Dark Angel to poke a few more.

Back in the Goddess of Beauty City, Ange quickly ran to the desert outside the city to prepare, and first threw out the Water God Tom.