Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1234 - 1234 797 For the Ancient Godlight

Chapter 1234: Chapter 797: For the Ancient Godlight Chapter 1234: Chapter 797: For the Ancient Godlight The scene was extrely chaotic, and the Goddess of Redemption was visibly exhausted, with sweat pouring down her face, soaking her body, as though she had been fighting on the battlefield for hours. She clung tightly to a manifested giant coffin Imprint.

Negris pursed his lips annoyedly, muttering softly, “This is too fake. A goddess sweating? Who are they trying to fool?”

Anthony replied understandingly in a low voice, “Can’t be helped. Lord is too naive. Without this, no one would know how hard you worked. Redemption did put in effort, just let it be.”

Negris suddenly realized, “That’s true. No wonder they keep whining all the ti. It’s not that they’re actually tired but showing off their efforts. I should have learned from them sooner.”

Anthony hesitated and said, “Isn’t that a bit bad? Their whining is genuine fatigue, but yours would be pretending. Lord can tell.”

“What do you an? My complaints aren’t genuine fatigue? I’m running Enlightennt Aura daily to boost your intelligence to prevent you from becoming an idiot. Do you realize how tiring that is?” Negris retorted angrily.

“Ah, right, right, you’ve exhausted Lord Nage. I’ll find a hundred female dragons to serve you later.”

While they were whispering secretly here, Farbis was shocked on the other side. Ange battered it with punches and kicks, causing minor injuries that were about to heal by themselves without imdiate treatnt.

Then the goddess shouted, “Don’t die, don’t die, I will save you,” while hugging its Imprint and performing a Healing Spell. Though she perford the spell, the Healing Spell seems unnecessary, as nothing would happen without it. Then, she scraped off the Imprint. What happened?

Farbis felt like he had been duped out of a large mansion for just a few copper coins. His Imprint was taken by just a tiny Healing Spell?

No, not taken exactly, just replicated. Farbis could still control his own Imprint, but now Redemption had another one in her hand.

Handing the Imprint to Ange, Redemption enthusiastically said, “Your Majesty, do you want more? Let’s continue.”

The items solidified by Redemption were single-use. To be safe, it would be best to prepare a batch as backup.

Ange nodded and jumped in with another round of punching and kicking, bewildering Farbis even more. This is still going on?

After solidifying six Imprints, they finally stopped. Ange gave Redemption several tons of Elf Beans and told her to play with the dog.

With sufficient Imprints, they naturally continued with non-stop comparative experints, attempting to replicate the Monunt of Ten Thousand Realms.

“Since the Monunt of Ten Thousand Realms is an intelligent Divine Artifact, shouldn’t we call Durken over?” Negris suggested.

This was a good suggestion, so Ange called Durken over.

“Order, huh? There are several ways to make it orderly. For instance, movent, making it move in the sa direction makes it naturally orderly. Another thod is a force field, like a magnetic field can make iron filings orderly. But the most practical is Holy Power. How can we infuse the Chaos Mist with ‘Holy’ Power?” Durken explained.

“Holy Power, Anthony and either Lisa or Shamara are quite familiar with that. Shall we call Shamara over?” Negris said.

Ange nodded and called Shamara over.

“Holy Power? Of course, it’s about infecting it with a strong belief. If one day doesn’t work, try two days. If two days don’t work, try two years. One day it will surely share our beliefs,” Shamara said solemnly.

Negris hesitated and said, “I feel your thod is unreliable. You aren’t trying to dupe us, are you?”

“No, no, how dare we? If anyone is duping, it’s her, not my concern.” Luna erged shadow-like from Shamara and vigorously shook her head to deny any involvent.

Ange directly pulled out a mass of Liquid of Chaos and handed it to Shamara saying, “Corrupt it.”

When Shamara’s Power of Fall ca into contact with the Liquid of Chaos, it imdiately disappeared like a clay ox dissolving into the ocean.

After ddling for a while, the Liquid of Chaos showed no changes, but Shamara was extrely exhausted, even sticking out her tongue—although he probably was just pretending.

Shamara was chased away, and everyone continued to agonize over the Liquid of Chaos.

Seeing everyone like this, the Monarch finally couldn’t help but said, “The way you all interact is, um… very special.”

“Special? What’s so special about it? Wasn’t it the sa when you were here before?” Negris was puzzled by the Monarch’s nonsensical remark.

Anthony knew what the Monarch ant and nodded, “Your Majesty had a bit more, um, presence.”

“At least the witches like Lock Feiti wouldn’t feign exhaustion with , nor gather together to discuss problems. You all interact like a family, yet there’s a definitive core. Ange also maintains his authority, but the little Goddess of Redemption still acts tired around him, almost like she’s being coquettish, very special,” the Monarch said.

The esteed Goddess of Redemption being referred to as the little Goddess of Redemption sounded surprisingly fitting, but who could argue with the Monarch.

Negris chuckled, “As long as you don’t burn his fields, Ange is quite easy to talk to. Everyone knows his personality, so that’s why they behave so informally.”

The Monarch nodded, “That’s really good, truly good. Otherwise, the eternal years would be too boring.” Pausing, the Monarch sighed deeply.

After trying several more thods and still stuck on ‘order’, Ange wasn’t worried at all. He had conducted tens of thousands of experints for cultivating one Magic Rice. For a Monunt engraved with Laws of the Void, going through a hundred thousand tis was completely normal.

However, Farbis couldn’t stand it anymore and argued, “I told you, you can’t grasp this kind of power. Just let go already! The Void is collapsing. If we can’t reverse ti to revive the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms and the Ancient Godlight, we’re all going to die.”

“No, no, no, your words aren’t accurate. The Void Origin won’t die, and the creatures under our protection in these realms won’t die either,” the Monarch responded.

“Uh, even if you, the Void Origins, won’t die, you won’t be able to protect many creatures because when the Void collapses, you can’t support too many creatures. You can only watch them die. Moreover, as the Void collapses, you’ll sink into eternal silence, experiencing nothing but darkness and cold. Do you really want to drown in this eternity?” Farbis clamored.

Everyone fell silent, unwilling to face the reality he described. Let alone protecting many people, just the collapse of two worlds was distressing enough for Ange, considering how many fields he owned there.

“So, quick, release . Ti reversal is our only chance. Just give the Ti Imprint, and I’ll have the chance to go back fifty thousand years, to stop the explosion of the Ancient Godlight and the demise of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms. If you’re worried about my betrayal, I can offer my imprint and swear allegiance to you.”

Negris scoffed, “Give it up, we don’t know the consequences of reversing ti. When it happens, we might be reversed too. After fifty thousand years, it’s not certain if we’d even be born. Perhaps you might destroy the Master Plane beforehand, then we surely can’t be born. What’s the use of having no one to pledge allegiance to?”

Farbis’s heart skipped a beat; that was indeed his intent. It turned out these people always knew the downsides of reversing ti, and they had just been teasing him from the start, never intending to give him the Ti Imprint. Damn, he had been tricked.

Seeing Farbis’s frustrated deanor, Negris continued to laugh, “Moreover, reversing ti isn’t our only chance. Take a look at what this is?”

While speaking, he lifted the black cloth covered with light spots. To prevent any light from escaping, the cloth extended to the ground, only covering the sapling.

This way, no light leaked, and the Chaos Mist didn’t flow onto the platform either, so Farbis hadn’t noticed the sapling.

Farbis’s core solidified, his thought focusing on the sapling. Disbelievingly, he said, “The… Tree of Ten Thousand Realms? Alive?”

“Take another look at those lights,” Negris unabashedly continued.

“An… Ancient Godlight? you… you…,” deeply shocked, Farbis could hardly speak.

Farbis was silent for quite a mont, and just as everyone thought he had been knocked senseless, he sowhat excitedly said, “Since we have the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms and the Ancient Godlight, why don’t we join forces with the Abyssal Big Mouth and Dark Origin to kill the Void Will? If we’re willing to share the power of Ancient Godlight, the Abyssal Big Mouth and Dark Origin would surely agree.”

Us? Who is ‘us’? How did it suddenly beco ‘us’? That’s shaless.

But why would the Abyssal Big Mouth and Dark Origin agree? Just for the Ancient Godlight?