Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1024 - 1024 593 Smash Loudly

Chapter 1024: Chapter 593: Smash Loudly Chapter 1024: Chapter 593: Smash Loudly Upon hearing it ntion “wisdom,” everyone knew it wasn’t anything reliable—it simply didn’t possess that, so everyone’s attention shifted to the glowing equipnt, and soon, they found sothing perated with the aura of the God of Knowledge.

“Is this a whip? It’s so small, not a horse whip, nor a penal whip, since it lacks barbs. It seems more like a teaching whip?” everyone discussed animatedly.

Held in hand, it was only as long as an arm and as thick as a little finger, soft yet tough. It didn’t appear to be the kind of whip used to hit bad people, but rather, it resembled a whip used for educational purposes.

Negris picked it up, and the information attached to the whip imdiately transferred into its mind, proving more effective than any instructions.

“Yalita’s Whip of Admonition, Yalita? Don’t know her,” Negris muttered.

“She must be a Divine Envoy cultivated by Your Majesty in the God of Knowledge system, the kind that can define Divine Arts. Even her weapon has beco a Divine Artifact. What does it do?” Anthony asked curiously.

Negris said with slight disdain, “You whip soone with it, and it imparts a bit of knowledge, also known as ‘knowledge lashing.’ It’s just like initially when I taught Ange script, whipping him once and he learned it right away. Hey, that does seem quite good, actually.”

Being able to whip and teach Ange knowledge at the sa ti sounded delightfully satisfying. Negris had long found the Dead Skull annoying and constantly irked by him.

Everyone nodded in agreent. Indeed, it was good—getting whipped and learning sothing, extrely practical.

Admittedly, Negris easily taught Ange magic script, but it was, after all, the God of Knowledge, capable of things that many dread of achieving easily.

Many were misled by the appearance that Negris could be bullied by anyone, completely forgetting its identity as the God of Knowledge. Just listing its Divine Techniques could scare people to death.

Not to ntion the Enlightennt Aura, ordinary gods don’t have auras, just talking about Truth’s Murmur, Spirit Enhancent, Staying Up Late—all of them are incredibly miraculous.

The effects of knowledge lashing, Negris’s Truth’s Murmur also offers sothing similar and is more practical. Endlessly murmuring makes you learn knowledge without needing to whip you.

However, from Negris’s perspective, whipping soone while teaching them did provide more sense of accomplishnt.

Negris imdiately appreciated the advantages of Yalita’s Whip of Admonition and was about to keep it when a giant hand reached over from the side and took the whip away.

It was Ange. This shook Negris—had the Dead Skull seen through its sinister intentions?

It was willing to put away this less efficient tool, the only one it wanted to whip was the Dead Skull. Had Ange reacted so quickly? Had he preemptively killed its foolish move?

That was not the case. Ange snatched it for his own use, swung the whip, and promptly lashed at the two Little Angels and Little Zombies next to him who were bickering.

The Little Angel and Little Zombie retreated to one side, aggrieved, not daring to get angry with Ange, but instead glared sulkily at Negris.

“I… Kvada, it’s not who whipped you, why hold a grudge against ?” Negris beca sullen.

The only Divine Artifact that belonged to the God of Knowledge was this Whip of Admonition; the rest of the divine artifacts belonged to the Harvest Goddess, the Undead God, and the Goddess of Redemption.

As for the Goddess of Beauty and God of Farming, they were unique to Ange and hadn’t spread to this world; naturally, there was no corresponding belief network.

“Let’s see, the Harvest Goddess’s torch, the Goddess’s blessing, the Goddess’s handkerchief, the Goddess’s statue, millstone, waterwheel, plow, rake, harrow—why are there so many farming tools? Did these followers confuse the Harvest Goddess with the God of Farming?” Negris scoffed.

Harvest is often associated with farming, but the aning of harvest is actually broader. A good rice yield is a harvest, wild fruit trees yielding fruit is a harvest, grass yielding abundantly signifies the animals’ harvest, a good catch of sea products is a harvest, and even a population increase is a harvest.

In the theological system, the Harvest Goddess symbolizes abundance and growth, not limited to just farming.

This broad definition has its pros and cons. The advantage is that it has a wider source of followers. The downside is that the faith is too dispersed, unable to form a synergy—having a diverse range of Divine Arts, which is detrintal to developnt.

According to the silver coin, that ans there’s no brand effect.

So, these divine artifacts are all quite low-level, and their effects are weak—for example, the Harvest Goddess’s torch, which can increase the brightness of other torches.

During a festival, if you stick a bunch of torches around and then place it in the middle of the venue, it can noticeably enhance the brightness of the surrounding torches.

The Goddess’s blessing reduces the dangers of childbirth, enhancing safety.

The Goddess’s statue, placed beside the bed, could produce the effect of Conceive with a Glance, increasing the chances of pregnancy.

The Goddess’s handkerchief for blowing noses; a stone mill for grinding flour; farming tools for tilling the land—such simple and unadorned divine artifacts from the Goddess.

Although not very useful, Ange liked them and was even more fond of these divine farming tools, excitedly adding them to his dinsional space.

There was only one divine artifact belonging to the Goddess of Redemption, a miniature ‘stone coffin,’ surfaced in blue.

“Could this really be the legendary Eternal Coffin?” Negris asked doubtfully.

“The Eternal Coffin? What does it do, co on, spit it out, don’t beat around the bush, there’s still a lot more to see.” Anthony urged, even this experienced old cleric was a bit dazzled now, overwheld by the sheer quantity.

The only things that might outscale this treasure trove were the Tree of Life and the City of Light, but the forr was almost all damaged due to poor maintenance, and the latter didn’t rank as high as this.

All that was stored here were divine artifacts, all well-preserved.

This place was clearly used by the monarch for collecting, with breathing soil compacted all around, isolating the damage from air and water, each piece of equipnt was very well-maintained; almost all could be activated by channeling divine power.

“The Eternal Coffin can seal anything indefinitely, even life itself. A peach placed inside would still be fresh and juicy even after ten thousand years and could still sprout.” Negris explained.

Anthony took a closer look and said, “The seal on this is closed; could it be that there’s sothing sealed inside?”

Since sothing might be sealed inside, it was inconvenient to look at it for now, so they handed the Eternal Coffin over to Ange.

Ange took it, and casually opened it.

“…”

Ange’s casual act stunned everyone present, even the entity inside.

A Mourning Soul floated inside the stone coffin, aimlessly releasing its thoughts.

Ange swiftly closed it back up with a clang.

“It’s Mourning, a soul,” Ange said.

Negris couldn’t help but roar: “My eyes aren’t deceiving ! Now is not the ti to study what’s inside! Seal it up quickly, consult us before you open it aaaah!!!”

Before Negris could finish yelling, the stone coffin exploded with a bang, and the Mourning Soul soared up into the sky: “Ha ha ha! I’m free, I’m free, I am Giant Hand Baru, Old Immortal, look at —eh?”

A Spirit Touch adhered to the Mourning Soul, pulling it down from the sky and smashing it repeatedly.