Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 564: Chapter 322: The Divine Power is Dispersing_1

A witch climbed out of a barrel not far away, groggy and still half-asleep. He blankly looked around, then blankly stared at Ange and Negris. He yawned and mumbled, “Must’ve been dreaming.” With that, he retreated back into the barrel.

After a pause, the witch suddenly jutted his head out again and exclaimed, “This isn’t a dream! Kvada! Who put me in water! Uh, no, it’s not water, is it the Liquid of Breath of Death?”

He grabbed a handful of the Liquid of Rest and sniffed it, expressing shock, “How did I get so much of this Liquid of Breath of Death?”

Then he turned to Ange and Negris, asking surprisedly, “Who are you two? Doremi, were you two singing just now?”

Two wailing banshees floated over and gave their respect, “Peace, Lord Durken.”

“What happened? Why am I soaking in the Liquid of Breath of Death?” Durken said, trying to climb out of the barrel, but was pushed back by Ange.

“Impudent!” Durken cast a fierce glare at Ange.

Ange looked at him with skepticism; seeing no reaction from Ange, Durken was also surprised. He stared even harder, until his eyeballs were about to pop out, but Ange still didn’t react.

Negris leaned in with a beaming smile. “Durken, do you know who I am?”

Durken looked Negris up and down, then asked, surprised, “A bronze dragon? Did Nage have a baby?”

With a thump, Negris banged his head against the barrel. “It is me! It is me, Nage!”

“Alright, alright, just looking at your sulky face, I know who you are. Was just joking with you,” Durken dismissed with a sneer. “What happened? Who’s this guy? He’s not affected by my glare? How could an outsider get into the Resting Camp?”

In the Resting Camp, to strengthen management, all subordinates of the undead were given cross-management, meaning Durken could boss Locke’s subordinates around and witches could boss Durken’s subordinates.

The subordinates of the rest of the three sub-temples, besides those of Negris who didn’t have subordinates, could all reciprocally exert pressure on one another.

Those that Durken couldn’t push back were outsiders, or the king’s direct subordinates.

Negris said with a smile, “Why would it be an outsider? Couldn’t it be the lord himself?”

Durken squinted suspiciously, a dangerous look flashed in his eyes, as he coldly said, “You betrayed the king?”

He tried to jump out of the barrel again, but Ange’s hand held him down firmly.

“It’s the successor personally chosen by the king’s godhood, what nonsense are you spouting?” Negris retorted, banging his head on the barrel again.

“Successor? What happened to the king?” Durken asked, shocked, then frowned, “No, no, let me think. How come I remember being at the cemetery, then the cemetery got cut off from the temple…”

Negris said, “Think again, after the disconnection, what happened to you? Did you go find a route?”

Durken sat back in the barrel, thinking hard.

As long as he didn’t leave, Ange would release his restraint.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The just-awakened Durken was somewhat confused. After pondering for a while, he finally straightened out his thoughts, murmuring, “I remember the king cut off soul contact, there was a violent shake, the cemetery disconnected from the temple, I went into the void to find a way, I was hit by a spatial current, then…”

Suddenly, Durken exclaimed, “I died?”

Negris nodded.

“You guys resurrected me using my Life Box?” Durken asked.

“Your Life Box was broken and shrunk,” Negris projected the broken and shrunken heart that had just been dug out of the grave.

Being an alchemist, Durken immediately recognized that his Life Box, which he had crafted himself, was now beyond repair.

“This is my Life Box? Are you joking? You guys resurrected me using this, don’t lie to me. Let me go, I need to get out,” said Durken, clearly upset. He thought Negris was tricking him by claiming the unrepairable Life Box was his own.

Immediately, he was pushed back by Ange once again.

Durken looked at Ange with a smile, “Let me perform a magic trick for you.”

No sooner had he said that, his body instantly turned into a cloud of smoke with a bang.

Ange, looking puzzled, reached out and grabbed the ‘air’ above the barrel, then stuffed it back into the barrel.

The ‘air’ in the barrel materialized into Durken who looked astonished, “You can see me?”

Ange cocked his head, looking somewhat bewildered. How could he miss such a big lump?

Seeing Ange’s actions and expressions, Durken was provoked. He growled, “Don’t be so complacent, I’ve just woken up and am not all here, wait till I’m back to myself then I’ll teach you a lesson.”

Negris leaned in and cheerfully said, “You won’t have a chance. He has inherited the king’s Undead Godhood. Now he is the master of the Resting Camp.”

Durken blinked, looking at Negris. Seeing Negris wasn’t joking, his expression involuntarily grew solemn.

…

“It’s been a thousand years?”

“All the souls in the Resting Camp are gone, leaving only a farming skeleton?”

“Kvada, what kind of luck is this? Even the Goddess of Fortune wouldn’t have this kind of luck.”

“Locke is in the barrel next to me? Locke? Locke! How did you die! You died so tragically! Wake up, Wake up!”