Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 565: Chapter 322 – The Divine Power is Fading_2

“The Witch also disappeared, likely gone forever. Now only I remain as a trusted aide to our three Majesties?”

“You? You don’t count, you’re a captive.” The offhand comment angered the Bronze Dragon enough to make him want to fly off in a huff.

After some conversation, Durken managed to figure out what had happened.

“So, standing in front of me is Lord Ange, an Undead, Planting, Beauty, Trinity God?” Durken’s expression was akin to someone having a huge watermelon shoved in his face, his mouth gaping open in shock.

“Right, he also has two Insect Gods under his command, half of a god of harvest who’s a fake, and what else? Sigh, there’s too many, I simply can’t remember everything. They’re like cabbages.” Negris said with a sigh.

Durken couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re such a poor liar.”

Negris shrugged, offering no explanation. He would wait until Durken discovered he wasn’t bluffing and scare the shit out of him.

“We’ve discussed our matters; it’s your turn now. What actually happened back then? Why did His Majesty disappear?” Negris asked.

Durken copied his nonchalant manner, “How would I know? The graveyard suddenly shook, two dimensions splintered apart, I was still sleeping in my grave and suddenly I couldn’t return. By the time I wanted to contact the king, he had already severed the soul contact.”

“Did His Majesty say anything when he severed the soul contact?” Negris asked.

“The King seemed to say that he was entering the Void Gate and wasn’t sure if he would be able to return alive, beware of the Soul Storm.” Durken recalled.

Void Gate? Ange and Negris exchanged a look, both thinking of the magnificent gate located deep beneath the sea in the Light Sea Plane.

The Witch and Durken both mentioned the Soul Storm; what could that be?

Baffled, Negris put that query aside for now and instead turned to Durken, asking:

“That’s the situation. Now Ange is Lord of the Palace of Rest, you were saved by Ange. Considering our past close relationship, you have two choices, submit or perish.”

Is that what they call choice? Durken stared wide-eyed at Negris for a moment before smiling, “Let me perform a magic trick for you.”

After some thumping and banging, Durken was hoisted by Ange, protesting loudly, “Not fair, why is my soul so weak? If you dare, let me go let me rest for a few hours, gather the Mourning Souls then we will fight.”

Negris said irritably, “You’ve never mourned before, you’ve just resurrected, having a Soul Fire is already pretty good, and yet you’re thinking about Mourning Souls.”

Durken had not yet come to terms with the reality that he was just a newly resurrected Witch, with both his soul and body brand new. What he thought was a powerful magic trick was useless due to the gap in strength of souls. Hence, Ange was confused about what he was trying to do.

Negris spoke seriously, “No more joking around, Durken. His Majesty has disappeared, and there’s a good chance he’s gone for good. Ange is now the new Lord of the Palace of Rest. Either you choose to submit your soul to him, or we’ll have to seal you in temporarily until His Majesty returns.”

Durken knew this place even better than Ange, if it wasn’t for the soul-binding restraint, he would have been running wild. He wasn’t the same as these Wailing Banshees.

They couldn’t even let him out because the World Transit Station was his creation, most of the technology utilized by the Undead Empire came from Durken. Who knew where he had backdoors?

If he didn’t submit, they would have no choice but to seal him off or kill him.

Durken’s expression turned somber.

…

Durken had no choice, once he confirmed with the Wailing Banshees and Lamo that it indeed was over a thousand years later, he promptly submitted his Soul Fire to Ange.

A thousand years had passed, the king had not returned. Either he was gone forever or trapped somewhere. He couldn’t possibly choose to be sealed just for a slim chance, what if the king never comes back?

Back in his palace, Durken quickly began to fuss, “Kvada, who stole my backup Gold-touch Suit!”

Negris slung the cloak over his shoulders, put the hat on his head, and waving the Gold-touch Stick, flew over, “How can you call it stealing? I just picked it up because no one seemed to want it.”

Durken said irritably, “No one wants the poo on the ground, but I don’t see you picking it up to use.”

Little Zombie scurried over, his Soul Armor transformed into a long-handled clipper. He looked from side to side but saw no poo, so he tilted his head in confusion and looked at Durken.

Negris burst out laughing, “How do you know no one picks up poop? It’s natural farm fertilizer.”

Durken was flabbergasted, something about this conversation seemed off.

Deciding not to dwell on it, Durken turned to Negris and said, “I don’t mind about the cloak and the hat, just give me back the Gold-touch Stick.”

“No way. Make another one. The Gold-touch Stick is too useful to give back. Not only will I not return it, but I also want you to teach me how to use it more precisely.”

“You make it sound so simple. It’s made of Fine Gold Mithril with Star Realm Gem and a branch from the World Tree. I can find Fine Gold Mithril easily enough, but the Star Realm Gem and World Tree branch, where the hell am I supposed…” Durken grumbled irritably, until a World Tree branch as thick as an arm floated in front of him, along with a handful of Star Realm Gems.

“Kvada, did the Tree of Life also die? Or did you chop it down, a branch this big?” Durkin stared incredulously at the size of the branch. “Also, what’s with all these Star Realm Gems? Why are there so many?”

“We chopped down a lot of World Trees, so we have as many as you need. If you want, you could even use the World Tree to make coffins.”

“Yeah, right. Like I’d believe you.” Durkin snorted dismissively, “Lend me the Gold-touch Stick for a little while. I’ll give it back once I make a new one.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“I want the new one. I don’t want your second-hand goods,” Negris responded.

“Even if it’s new, I’ve still touched it. Take it or leave it.” Durken said irritably.

Having the Gold-touch Stick, Durken practiced his alchemy easily and quickly crafted a new Gold-touch Stick.

If he didn’t have the Gold-touch Stick, he would have to carve the wood, then transcribe the magical patterns, carve the base, pinch the filigree, inlay it, and connect the circuit….

Seeing how easily he was able to create it, Negris brought over a bundle of World Tree branches and said, “Help make one for my follower.”

“Are you nuts? You want me to make one for your follower? How many followers do you have?” Durken nearly exploded in frustration.

“One,” Negris said reluctantly.

Durken froze for a moment, not saying anything. He quickly made another Gold-touch Stick and handed it over, patting Negris on the shoulder.

With the Gold-touch Stick, alchemy was no longer such a troublesome task. As long as he had sufficient materials, Durken could quickly create a full set of gear.

Just resurrected, both his soul and body seemed weak. He needed to craft some good items quickly for support.

Naturally, good equipment needed good materials. He then realized, “How do you guys have everything? Unbounded Crystals? Starfall Iron? Air Bubble Stone? Divine Wood? Uh… what’s this? Faith Elemental Force… this is a divine gemstone? You guys grew this? Divine gemstones can grow?”

Only then did Ange realize that the divine gemstone they had been growing on the farm had matured.

Describing it as ‘ripe’ was probably not accurate; it would be fairer to say that it could exist independently from its bud.

“Is it ripe yet? Do we have six divine gemstones now?” Negris suddenly remembered something and excitedly asked.

Ange nodded, but he didn’t look excited. Even if they had seven divine gemstones, he still had no interest. He knew there couldn’t be any farmland behind that grand gate.

“Are you talking about the Void Gate?” Hearing what Ange and Negris were discussing, Durken asked curiously.

“Right, speaking of the Void Gate, according to eyewitness accounts, His Majesty entered it and never returned. Do you know what’s behind it?” Negris asked.

“It’s the void. It’s a gate to the void, as for which part of the void, I have no idea. But haven’t you noticed, this divine gemstone is dissipating, it has shrunk a bit since just now.”