Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1077 - 1077 642 Requesting an Audience with the

Chapter 1077: Chapter 642: Requesting an Audience with the Undead Overlord! Chapter 1077: Chapter 642: Requesting an Audience with the Undead Overlord! “Are you crazy? Let go! Let go! Don’t run! Stop!” a large-eyed ‘Nightmare’ Shay, struggling amidst a crowd of Shays, squeezed out of the gap, roaring in anger.

“No… Undead Overlord, it’s the Undead Overlord, run!” The rest of the Shays were terrified, frantically screaming as they flew into the void.

“So what if it is the Undead Overlord!? Can he kill you with just one glare? Let go, I’m going to fight him, let go.” Nightmare Shay struggled fiercely, but twisted too tightly with other ‘strands of hair,’ entangling even more in the chaos.

“We will truly die, have you forgotten the Great Dream? Run, the Undead Overlord is here.” The Shays scread, desperately fleeing the animated bones, abandoning the plane they resided in.

A large clump of hair thus entwined into a ball, twisting and fleeing the plane like a sea urchin, rendering the efforts of Nightmare Shay to struggle futile, and being carried away involuntarily.

Negris and Anthony, mouths agape, were left staring at Ange: “What… what did His Majesty do to them? To scare them like this?”

Ange had originally planned to use the bones on the ground and the breath of death to summon a large number of undead creatures to exhaust those Shays, and then have Titan and Heaven’s Fortress close in to sandwich the enemy.

He had intended to gather his Mourning and Gods in the Temple of Rest, and strike once the Shays were half-dead from exhaustion. Unexpectedly, all plans couldn’t keep up with these changes; those Shays actually discarded their bodies and ran away?

Even the Nightmare Shay was carried away by his subordinates without having a chance to act, which was truly absurd.

The skeletons, summoned by royal decree, lost their target and stood there looking dumbfounded.

Ange, finding the situation sowhat amusing, had to direct these skeletons aside, layer by layer, peeling open the ground bones.

The ground was covered with bones a thousand ters thick, the ones at the very bottom being pulverized long ago, yet the several tens of ters of thickness above remained largely intact.

Ange summoned a batch, moved it aside, exposed the bones beneath, summoned another batch, and moved it aside, layer by layer, turning these bones into skeletons.

Anthony had already been extracted by Ange. He not only armorized himself but also summoned the Black Horse.

Seeing the entire plane covered with countless bones, the Black Horse was startled and confused, standing there looking around; despite being dead for so long, it had never seen such a scene before, not even the Undead Empire had ever amassed so many bones together.

Anthony quietly sneaked to its side and gingerly mounted it.

“Eh? Ashbone skeletons? There’s a high proportion of ashbones in this layer? Could it be that the deeper we go, the higher the grade of the bones?” Negris exclaid in surprise.

“It’s possible. These Shays eat and then just throw the remains randomly. The bones pile up in layers, so the ones on the bottom have been there longer, hardened by the soak in the breath of death,” Anthony responded.

Indeed, the deeper they went, the higher the grade of the bones. Even if they were all ashbones, the hardness differed; the deeper the bones, the harder they were, and the lower layers even contained so silvery-gray skeletons, which clinked tallically when tapped.

“Silver Skeletons, my goodness. If the bones even deeper down aren’t damaged, might we not even see Golden Skeletons erge?” Negris said, astonished.

The vast number of skeletons was indeed a huge bounty, but thinking of how they ca to be filled Anthony with no joy: too cruel, too grueso, too brutal, too bloody.

Intelligent beings here were treated worse than poultry or livestock; enjoying brief monts of illusion, then dying of fright; their fear absorbed, flesh devoured, bones scattered, souls dispersed to form a rich breath of death.

“Have you noticed? Although the breath of death here is dense, not a single undead creature has been born. Before, I had thought it was because these Shays regularly clean up, but considering their level of fear towards the undead, reaching almost traumatic stress disorder, do you think they’d clean up so diligently?” Negris asked.

Anthony nodded, very likely so other factor was preventing the birth of undead creatures here: “Could it be that they were scared so badly in life, their spirits broke, and with their fear sucked away, they are unable to give rise to undead creatures?”

“It’s possible, the stronger the will of a person, the easier it is for them to beco an undead creature.” Negris nodded in agreent.

While they were casually discussing, Ange had already cleaned up all the skeletons from a large section of the ground, exposing the gray-white surface below, and then he brought out Durken.

“Wow~” Durken exclaid, he had a rough idea of what was happening outside while he was inside the Temple of Rest, but seeing it firsthand still startled him.

“Sir, how many skeletons are there?” Durken asked.

The Ring of Balance on Ange’s back flashed, and he replied, “One hundred and six thousand.”

This number did not refer to the skeleton count of the entire plane, but rather, it was just the count from the small area that Ange had just cleaned, which might not even be a thousandth of the entire plane’s surface area.

If other areas could also be cleared of so many bones, then it ant that Ange might collect over a hundred million skeletons.

And this was just the top few ters of the bone layer on the ground. The layer of bones could be thousands of ters thick, and it was already compacted. It was impossible to calculate exactly how many skeletons filled this place.

“What a pity, the bones underneath are all shattered, none intact, they can’t be pieced together, they can only be used as bone dust,” Durken remarked sadly after examining the layer of bones on the ground.

Ange nodded and, reaching in, pulled out Little Angel and Little Zombie: “Ow!”

“Ow!” Little Angel pulled out the Earth Hamr, responded loudly, and then ran off.

Little Zombie hurriedly followed.

Durken pointed in the direction of the gap and said, “Sir, I need to check that spot, I also need the specific dinsions and structure data of the entire plane, so that I can design a movable plane.”

“With so much bone dust, we have a solid foundation, bone dust is the basis of all self-repairing architecture, but we might still need a water source, otherwise it will be difficult for ordinary people to live here. If there’s a spiracle chamber beneath that gap, we might as well fill it all up with water,” Durken suggested.

Ange nodded: “You design it.”

Durken was invigorated, did this imply he was given free rein to experint? That would be great, for who among Kings of Alchemy would not want to freely shape an blank plane?

With this thought, Durken patted his chest and said, “Don’t worry, sir, leave it to .”

Seeing his overly excited state, Anthony leaned over and whispered, “Plant vegetables.”

Durken’s soul tightened, and after realizing, he gratefully looked at Anthony. He had almost gotten too carried away and forgotten the essentials.

Alchemists, when designing, indeed tend to forget the needs of the users, creating things that would get them figuratively ‘chopped’; people need tools for farming, yet they might design a staff or a top hat, Ange would not spare him if he did that.

Experintation was okay, but straying from the main the absolutely was not allowed, Durken kept this crucial point in mind, then flew off.

Just as Ange was about to follow, several figures flew over from the Serpent of Misfortune, and a respectful voice ca through: “Envoy of the Divine Dragon, Truth Mage, Sinat, seeking an audience with the Undead Overlord!”

PS: It’s not that there are no comnts, it’s that comnts are not showing, but I can see everyone’s comnts in the backend.