Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1072 - 1072 637 Red Dangerous

Chapter 1072: Chapter 637: Red, Dangerous Chapter 1072: Chapter 637: Red, Dangerous Sitting in the airship, he traveled to the Divine Realm smoothly and unhindered. Negris couldn’t help but laugh and cry; it had thought there would be so formidable thod, but it turned out to be this simple.

The communicator was bustling with calls. Once connected, it was, “Macor, are you guys on vacation? Going to the Divine Country?”

Macor kept responding, “Yeah, yeah, we’re off to play in the Divine Country, we’re on vacation.”

“The annual vacation, you know how hard we’ve waited? Haven’t had bean paste in ages, when we get to the Divine Realm let’s eat a ton, and I’ll help you eat your share, hehe.”

“Oh, oh, oh, you still have five months until your vacation? That’s a pity. I’ll have fun for you, write down all the fun stuff, and co back to tell you to cheer you up.”

“Oh, the landlady at the Iron Hoof Tavern has changed? Great, I’ll go have a look—do you want to carry a ssage for you? ‘Hope to die in your arms.’ Alright, no problem, I’ll make sure it gets there.”

All along the way, he was busy nonstop, Seeing Macor’s airship returning, everyone knew he was on vacation and heading back to the Divine Country, as if going back there was an extrely blissful matter.

Everyone sent their blessings, their tone filled with envy and jealousy, either wishing him to die on a woman’s belly or to drink himself to death in bed—none wished him to live a good life.

The infiltration went smoothly and unchallenged; even the personnel at so checkpoints couldn’t be bothered to inspect, claiming it was unethical to inspect a few souls headed to the Divine Country for happiness.

“Isn’t this too childish? Too perfunctory?” grumbled Negris, but it knew that this was normal. After all, these were just creatures wandering through the Void with the Master God, not any well-trained warriors.

Maybe they haven’t encountered infiltration, attacks, or even seen a battle in their lives. The Void was empty—why guard against infiltration? Wouldn’t that be a waste of resources?

The undemanding task of infiltration soon approached its end. A huge shadow appeared in the distance within the Void. The Ring of Balance flashed on Ange’s back, and imdiately after, Ange pulled out the Bronze Book and thrust it in front of him.

The Bronze Book expanded to the height of a person, its pages opened wide, standing firm in front of Ange.

A purple-black shadow erged from Ange’s body and burrowed into the Bronze Book, which then shrank back down and closed up.

This series of movents was very fast—so fast that it dazzled the eyes, and it was all over before anyone could react. Macor and the others didn’t even see clearly what had happened.

They just saw Ange slam a large book in front of him, shielding himself, and then put it away again.

Only Negris saw the purple-black shadow and noticed more clearly the changes after it left Ange’s body and entered the Bronze Book— a dazed-looking ‘Ange’ standing blankly inside the pages of the book.

“What did you do? Did you seal up your power? Why? What did you see?” Negris took a while to understand what Ange had done. He had actually sealed most of his power into the Bronze Book and then stuffed the book into the Temple of Rest.

Ange said, “Red, dangerous.”

“Red?” Negris was confused for a good while before understanding what Ange ant. After seizing the Ring of Balance, Ange had awakened an ability to gauge the strength of energies, allowing him to feel dangerous things which appeared red to him.

Green wasn’t worth noting, yellow ant to be cautious, red was very dangerous.

However, he seldom used this ability because there were few things that could make him feel threatened, so much so that Negris had almost forgotten he even had this ability.

Now, suddenly, Ange had sealed his power into the Bronze Book and stashed the book into the Temple of Rest—was it because he saw sothing that made him feel danger?

Negris’s heart hung in suspense. The Titan God King Ange hadn’t felt any danger, nor had the Serpent of Misfortune, so what was this thing that made him feel danger now?

“Moreover, there was an issue,” Negris inquired, “Does this work? Your Resting Camp is attached to your arm. If you lose your body, how will we get out?”

“The midway station—danger strikes, pull in,” Ange replied.

“Uh, okay, I guess you can still get in and out through the midway station. I almost forgot. You can pull us in if necessary? You can even pull your body in there?” Negris asked, surprised.

Ange nodded but didn’t demonstrate, as the huge shadow in the void was now clear to see.

In Negris’s vision appeared a massive erald sphere, adorned with pure white clouds that occasionally were speckled with azure. The three colors intermingled, creating a stunningly beautiful pattern.

“Wow, what a beautiful plane,” Negris exclaid, unable to hold back his admiration. The other four Goblins were utterly enraptured, as if they couldn’t wait to dive right into it.

Ange cocked his head to the side.

Snapping back to reality, Negris spoke with a hint of annoyance, “Why are you tilting your head again? Can’t you just say a few words? Always making guess.”

“Share,” Ange said, “vision.”

Negris paused for a mont, then hurriedly shared Ange’s vision.

Having a Soul Contact ant that they could share each other’s vision. Usually, it was Ange sharing soone else’s vision as he could project himself onto his subjects and see through their eyes.

However, his subjects needed his permission to share his vision. Up until now, only Negris had shared Ange’s vision.

When Negris saw what Ange was seeing, he imdiately scread in terror, “What in hell is that?!”

Through Ange’s eyes, the sight wasn’t a beautiful green plane dotted with blue and white, but a desolate, broken, semi-circular wasteland—a plane grey and barren, devoid of life.

From the fractured area stretched countless black ‘strands’ resembling hair, as if the plane itself had grown a mane.

These ‘strands’ randomly swayed, so extending out, burrowing into a neighboring huge ‘sphere.’

The surface of this gigantic sphere was covered in scales, upon which ‘small creatures’ occasionally took flight, attacking those ‘strands.’

Negris, gobsmacked, looked at the scale-covered ‘sphere’ and said, “That couldn’t be the body of the Serpent of Misfortune, could it? Why is it round? Isn’t it a Serpent of Misfortune?”

“And what are these ‘strands’? Could they be their gods? Those trying to take the body of the Serpent—are they these ghastly things?” Negris asked, terrified.

“No, no, that’s not right. What’s on the surface of the plane? It’s not soil? All bones? It’s really all bones? God, bones cover the entire surface? How many people would have to die to create sothing like this? Is this the Divine Country or hell?” Negris was astounded.

This was definitely not the Divine Country but an abyss that had devoured countless lives. The seemingly broken plane wasn’t ‘broken’ but irregularly shaped from the accumulation of a vast number of skeletons.

It was only where the ‘strands’ protruded that there were no skeletons, giving the appearance of missing pieces.

Just then, two enormous eyes erged from where the strands were thickest, staring directly towards Ange’s position.