Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1230 - 1230 793 Its Over Its Corrupted

Chapter 1230: Chapter 793: It’s Over, It’s Corrupted Chapter 1230: Chapter 793: It’s Over, It’s Corrupted “You are deceiving the Undead? With such a big ‘Laws of the Void’ written all over your face, you still dare to say you’re not the ‘Void Will’?” mocked Negris from the Bronze Book, thinking everyone was a fool?

An energy tentacle erged from the edge of the huge coffin, wiped the imprints in front, and erased them.

This blatant act of denial had everyone bursting out laughing; even the huge coffin felt it was a bit far-fetched and helplessly said, “I really am not the ‘Void Will,’ let’s talk this out nicely.”

Ange’s actions didn’t stop or slow down despite the coffin’s plea, maintaining a certain rhythm. Only Negris’s Bronze Book spoke, “What’s there to talk about? You think by wiping off the imprint, you’re no longer the ‘Void Will’? If not, then why would you run?”

The coffin protested, “I ran not because of this, but because the Undead Ruler wanted to chop .”

“Heh, if you aren’t the ‘Void Will,’ then who are you?” Negris asked skeptically.

Silence fell over the coffin, just as a sudden red lightning from the Little Demon King struck it, blasting off a small chunk.

Perhaps reminded by the red lightning, it quickly responded, “I am the Monunt of Ten Thousand Realms, just like you, you can call Farbis.”

“Farbis?” Starfire and the Little Demon King among the Ancient Gods gasped softly, as if they recognized the na.

Yet, Negris asked incredulously, “Like ? How are we alike? My na is Negris, none of our letters match.”

“Er, what I ant was, you are a book, I am a monunt, we are all the sa,” Farbis explained.

“Pfft—I am not just a book, but you are a monunt? Aren’t you supposed to be a coffin?” Negris said in surprise.

Farbis got instantly angry, “Are you blind? This is a monunt, a monunt, what coffin, can’t you recognize a coffin? You are the coffin, your whole family is a coffin!”

Upon hearing this, everyone perked up, and Ange was the first to pull out Lightning, “Insult it.”

Lightning, used to such reinforcents, imdiately got into the spirit, his eyes glinting as he sarcastically said:

“Oho, where did this coffin co from? Did you stuff all your ancestors inside and go for a stroll? What a peculiar hobby! Why don’t you open it up and let us pay respects to your ancestors, maybe bow down while we’re at it?”

After finishing the taunt, Lightning sneakily asked, “What’s the situation?”

Lightning didn’t really understand the situation, but that didn’t hinder its performance. After all, insulting soone doesn’t necessarily require profanity—the tone of contempt, disdainful looks, and the attitude of repulsion can infuriate soone even if you utter words of praise.

For instance, say to a woman exaggeratedly, “Wow, you look so young.”

If you stare at her face while saying it, she’ll be pleased, but if you stare at her chest, she might blow up. Similarly, if it’s a man and you gaze between his legs, you would achieve the sa effect.

Lightning had evolved to the point where even ambiguous statents could infuriate soone, especially since it just hit the sore spot.

Farbis retorted angrily, “You are the coffin, your whole family is coffins, are you blind?”

“I might be blind, yet I can see you’re a coffin. What else could be so boxy and angular? I just don’t know who you’ve buried inside?￥&%（*%￥@#%&￥&%(($*&￥*#&*#…” Lightning stretched its neck, preparing to rant for three days and nights.

The best tactic in such situations was to mute Lightning’s voice, but Farbis, being insulted like this for the first ti, had no experience and quickly beca so infuriated that he distorted his movents.

Seizing the opportunity, Little Angel pressed forward with the Great Angel’s Staff, spreading three pairs of wings mightily.

Light of Creation imdiately rubbed hands behind Little Angel, generating a strong light, and a massive pillar of light struck Farbis.

Little Angel already knew to wait for an opportunity, it was all over, no longer pure.

The pillar of light lasted for three seconds on Farbis, forcing it to twist its body and use a larger surface area to lessen the damage.

On the back of the Bone Dragon, a skeleton rose to the sky, vigorously swinging a long whip in its hands.

Snap! A large gap broke open in the giant coffin, revealing so other imprints beneath.

Under the leadership of Little Demon King, all the Ancient Gods rushed forward, so binding, so grappling, all hands on deck to subdue Farbis and drag it in front of Ange.

The Monarch suddenly said, “I’m starting to believe he is not the Will of the Void.”

Hearing this, Negris flew over flapping the pages of the book, asking, “Why do you say that?”

“Intuition,” the Monarch replied.

“Pfft, that’s not intuition at all, that’s the Power of the Prophet you snatched,” Negris said angrily.

“Huh? Really? That vague thing counts as the Power of the Prophet? Is the Power of the Prophet that weak? I was wondering how my intuition beca more accurate than a witch’s,” said the Monarch with a dawning realization.

Negris, annoyed, said, “There you go playing dumb again, Old Immortal, you’ve changed too.”

How can everyone nowadays be so cunning, pretending ignorance? With the kind of power the Monarch has, how could he not know the effect of the Power of the Prophet?

The Monarch, as if he hadn’t heard, went straight to Ange’s location, studying Farbis.

“It really is a monunt, a double-layered one at that. The outer layer is just a shell; the real body is inside. It’s odd, why put a shell on the outside and even make it look like the Laws of the Void?” the Monarch said in surprise.

Farbis, in an almost tearful tone, said, “The Laws of the Void are the symbols of passage in the Void; neither Big Mouth nor Dark Origin would strike at the Laws of the Void. Who knew I’d run into you but even if I did, you couldn’t catch . I didn’t expect to encounter the Ti Origin.”

As he said this, Farbis turned its gaze towards Ange.

“Ti Origin? Are you referring to him?” Negris gestured towards Ange and asked.

“Yes, the Ti Origin Ancient Dragon. Weren’t you dead?” Farbis asked.

Ange, transford into the Primordial Ancient Dragon, tilted his head, about to say sothing, but Negris held him back: “Let handle this.”

“Who told you Ancient Dragons were dead? Were you deceived?” Negris asked pretentiously; this guy actually wasn’t sure if Ancient Dragons were dead, so, of course, Negris had to try fooling him.

Farbis was silent for quite a while before reluctantly saying, “The Void Will told that.”

Negris, with a chuckle, said, “You dare believe the Void Will? So, you’re saying, although you’re not the Will of the Void, you’re still related to it, right?”

Farbis fell silent again, seemingly struggling with sothing internally, and after taking one more deep look at Ange, he seed to make so kind of decision and then said:

“I don’t believe the words of the Void Will; I just had no choice. I am the Monunt of Ten Thousand Realms, I can inscribe the Laws of the Void, and I can also inscribe the laws of ti and space. Ti Origin, can you inscribe the laws of ti and space to allow the Ancient Godlight and the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms to be reborn?”