Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1004 - 1004 573 Two Undead Godhoods

Chapter 1004: Chapter 573: Two Undead Godhoods? Chapter 1004: Chapter 573: Two Undead Godhoods? Giant Hand Baru was indeed a Lord of Mourning, without a doubt, the most powerful Undead beneath the Monarch in this Plane. However, its reputation was not prominent; outsiders only knew of Gust, Nosarlo, Arambrough… because Giant Hand Baru had been locked away.

“Locked away? Is there sothing that can actually confine a Lord of Mourning?” Negriss exclaid in surprise.

“Why couldn’t it be confined? Under the constraint of a Soul Oath, even if Your Majesty drew a circle and ordered it to stand on one foot, it would obediently do so,” Kent said.

“If there’s a Soul Contact, then why do you say it harbors rebellious spirit? Is it capable of betraying Your Majesty?” Negriss asked, puzzled.

“It’s not bound by a Soul Oath to His Majesty, but a loyalty oath. Most of our spirits don’t have a Soul Oath with His Majesty. His Majesty says such constraints are botherso; if he wants to do sothing one day, he’ll have to release them first.”

“Only a small number of higher spirits can dedicate their souls to His Majesty, but those Skeleton Zombies all have a Soul Contact with him, so we’re all quite puzzled—what exactly does His Majesty want to do that he’d need to release the Soul Contacts in advance?” Kent muttered, not understanding.

Negriss and others had their guesses, whispering, “Perhaps he’s worried about attacks like the Faith Storm, or maybe one day His Majesty gets bored and wants to return to his original form without the hassle of releasing the Soul Contacts.”

Of course, these were just speculations; they’d need to find His Majesty to confirm the details.

They continued whispering, “The remains of the Lord of Mourning that the Lord of Annihilation wants—couldn’t possibly belong to this Baru, could it?”

“Even if they were Baru’s bones, they wouldn’t be worth a Starburst Array, so I suspect there’s another reason.”

“We’ll know once we get inside.”

Negriss turned to Kent, “We’re unclear who wants to betray His Majesty now, but with a request from His Majesty, the Undead God won’t just stand by and do nothing. Take us in to find Baru.”

“Don’t even think about it, it’s definitely him. Now that His Majesty is trapped in the Annihilation Boundary, if anything happens, no one would be able to control Baru. It has a rebellious spirit; it’s bound to rebel. Let’s go, I’ll take you to capture it,” Kent said.

Before taking a few steps, Kent suddenly turned and asked, “Who’s greater, His Majesty or the Undead God? Whose orders do they follow?”

“You don’t have to worry about who listens to whom; you definitely listen to the Undead God,” Anthony replied with a smile.

“Oh,” Kent expressed his understanding with tact and then muttered, “Not that I have a choice. Right off the bat, you branded my soul. I didn’t even see it clearly, and you guys knocked out. That’s just unreasonable.”

“How would we know if you harbored a rebellious spirit? Better to control you first than to kill you outright, right? Wuga could have killed you with too much force. We’ll release you after we sort this out,” Anthony said.

“That’s because Wuga counters , isn’t it? Its straw bonds are the worst restraint for spiritual bodies. I’m scared as soon as I see it. Speaking of which, how does it listen to you so well? Normally, it’s impossible to communicate with, only when His Majesty is around can it be ordered. With His Majesty absent, no one can command it,” Kent asked.

Anthony turned to look at Wuga playing with the Little Angel, Little Zombie, and the big cat, spreading his hands in bewildernt. He did not know how these creatures had co to play together, and they all ‘spoke’ differently, yet seed to understand each other. It was truly bizarre.

But this was good; the Little Zombie and Little Angel could communicate, and they could communicate with Wuga, which ant he could communicate with Wuga as well. Anthony said, “Little Angel, have Wuga release those Skeleton Knights.”

“Roar!” The Little Angel gave a shout, and Wuga released the Skeleton Knights who had been beginning to farm in the Illusion Territory.

“Kent, these three have done quite a bit behind your back; you’d best deal with them before they tarnish your reputation,” Negriss recounted the incident of the three Skeleton Knights forcefully seizing their goods.

Kent was montarily stunned, then spoke with so embarrassnt, “Uh, that… can’t I rob them? They’re just a few unscrupulous rchants, what’s the harm in robbing… Oh oh, haha, you actually dare to tarnish my reputation!”

With a twist of his body, he knocked those three Skeleton Knights to the ground, then delivered a thorough hamring, “For sullying my good na, for robbing others blindly, for bullying people.”

Anthony and Negriss rolled their eyes exasperatedly, but they didn’t make a big deal out of it. After all, this was the harsh reality.

Creatures like Ange, who were accustod to fair exchange, were actually quite rare, leading their followers to embrace the sa practice. But in reality, cunning thievery, deception, and exploiting to the bone were the norm.

Landlord nobles don’t see commoners as their kind but rather as slaves, servants, and objects. As for rchants, well, those with the ans to protect themselves with force are rchants; those without are just walking rchandise when on the road.

Why else would a Death Magician be a traveling rchant at a roving station? He’s naturally afraid of being robbed.

So Kent didn’t see any issue with his Skeleton Knights robbing the rchants. It was akin to ordinary people not minding their comrades shearing a sheep’s wool – it didn’t seem like a big deal.

But after receiving Anthony’s scornful look, it hit him – these Skeleton Knights had lied about the presence of spies, which is why he had given chase. Being knocked unconscious upon arrival and robbed wasn’t a big deal, but being deceived? That was a serious problem.

After beating up the three Skeleton Knights, stripping them of their bone armor, confiscating their Bone Horses, he shoved them aside.

Kent led the way back to the Holy Fire Festival site, and from a distance, he noticed, “Eh, why is the Undead Holy Fire burning so fiercely?”

As soon as he said that, Kent quickly realized, turning to Ange with a shocked expression. Could it be that the Undead Holy Fire was so vibrant because the Undead God had arrived?

The fla of the Undead Holy Fire at the festival had been passed down by the Hall of the Undead God for over nine hundred years and had never gone out.

However, due to the dwindling number of followers, the intensity of the Undead Holy Fire had weakened year by year. Out of desperation, Kent had shouldered the Undead Holy Fire and took to wandering.

If the faithful couldn’t co to the fla, then the fla would go to them, right?

At each stop, the Undead Holy Fire would stay for a while, enticing people to co and worship. Once the Soul Fla dwindled, they would move on to another location, forming a cycle. The once grand Hall of the Undead God had been reduced to sothing akin to a traveling circus.

But there was no choice. With the Undead God’s divinity obscured, unable to cure illnesses, feed the hungry, bring wealth, or even resurrect the dead, and with Necromantic Magic often being more useful, who would believe?

Thus the Undead Holy Fire could only dim, rarely becoming vigorous, which is why, apart from the arrival of the Undead God, Kent could think of no other reason for its current fervor.

Ange, of course, knew it was because of him, for from the mont he saw the Undead Holy Fire, he had entered a familiar ‘environnt’, surrounded by countless prayers reaching his ‘ears’.

‘Please grant food,’ ‘I wish to never die,’ ‘Please kill the vixen next door,’ ‘Pray for rain’ – a myriad of tangled requests made Ange feel quite helpless.

These perplexing pleas were usually ignored by him.

Along with these supplications pouring into Ange’s soul were centuries of accumulated spiritual beliefs. As he absorbed these spiritual beliefs, Ange’s soul underwent so miraculous transformations.

“What? You have two Undead God Statuses now?” Negriss exclaid in disbelief.