Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1465: 1026: The Plane Consciousness is Created by Me

Chapter 1465: Chapter 1026: The Plane Consciousness is Created by

The Goddess of Dawn, bound into a ball by chains, couldn’t see the outside world and kept her thoughts running wild. When she saw those bald priests, the Goddess of Dawn instantly understood what they were doing—creating Plane Consciousness.

She was very familiar with this task, as her God Status was a gift from a powerful Plane Consciousness, one that she herself had created.

But it was precisely because she was too familiar that the more frightened she beca. Anything capable of breaking through her Wall of Dawn could likely include Plane Consciousness. After all, every barrier has its strength limit. If attacked with higher energy levels, no matter how firm the barrier, it wouldn’t hold.

Plane Consciousness is an existence that surpasses energy levels. Once it takes shape, it signifies the mont she will be crushed. What should she do? Would that man co back to save her?

If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have run off with him. Staying in the Endless Cage at least ant she could keep her life, occasionally enjoying the private tidbits shared by her followers—it wasn’t such a bad existence.

In her regretful musings, the chains suddenly loosened and slowly began retreating to all sides, as if they were opening up.

The Goddess of Dawn’s heart tightened: Has it ford already?

To avoid being imdiately flattened, as soon as the chains cracked a gap, the Goddess of Dawn cried out loudly, “Don’t kill ! I’ll go back to the Endless Cage! I don’t even know that man—I don’t recognize him! He tricked into leaving—it’s not my…”

The chains split open, revealing ‘that man’s’ face, followed by several other heads suspiciously poking around in the background.

The opened chains stopped moving. Anthony, his face stern, remarked, “Not familiar with , huh? Well, alright then. Close them back up—we rescued the wrong person.”

The chains started to slowly close again.

The Goddess of Dawn lunged forward, wedging the upper half of her body between the chains, awkwardly saying, “Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! I ant I wasn’t familiar with that warden Samus, not with you. Aren’t we allies?”

“Are we really familiar? What’s my na?” Anthony questioned.

“Uh, aren’t you the Lord of Light’s priest?” the Goddess of Dawn asked in confusion.

“Yes, but do you know my na?” Anthony pressed.

The Goddess of Dawn wracked her brain. Did she ever ask this man his na when signing the alliance contract? At the ti, her thoughts were entirely consud by the Lord of Light, and she couldn’t recall if his na had been ntioned.

“See? We’re not familiar, are we? So now that I’ve risked my life to save you, shouldn’t you offer sothing in return?” Anthony suggested.

“Aren’t we allies? We signed a contract!” the Goddess of Dawn protested.

Anthony frowned and said, “It’s better if you don’t ntion that—because you concealed your true condition back then. You didn’t have the ability to fulfill the contract at all. Now that I’m pulling you out, you have the capacity to uphold the contract—but this violates the principle of equivalent exchange. Either you sign a supplentary agreent to relinquish so of your rights, or I put you back where you ca from.”

Anthony pulled out a supplentary agreent.

The Goddess of Dawn glanced briefly at the agreent, filled with vague terms yet riddled with textual traps, and let out a sigh of relief. With exaggerated flourish, she engraved her mark, “Fine, fine, I’ll sign!”

The vagueness stemd from the lofty, empty conditions, and the relief ca from her misunderstanding of the hidden traps, such as the small, inconspicuous text at the bottom: “The right of interpretation belongs solely to the drafter of this agreent.”

A few more agreents like this, and the Goddess of Dawn might as well sell herself entirely—but she remained blissfully unaware as she cheerfully crawled out of the cage of chains.

Durken walked over with the Demon Spirit Longsword in hand, pointing at the chains, and asked, “What are these chains made of? The material is so peculiar—I don’t even recognize it.”

If the Demon Spirit Longsword had eyes, it would surely roll them right now: “I’m a sword, and you’re asking what the material of a chain next to is? How could I possibly know? If I knew, wouldn’t I be an Alchemist or a Forging Master? Ridiculous.”

Durken sheathed the sword, grabbed a piece of lava stone, and crushed it into fragnts. After solidifying, so parts of the lava appeared glass-like, and upon being shattered, resembled a mix of glass shards and gravel, with extrely high hardness.

Holding these fragnts, Durken prepared to pour them into the sword sheath.

The Demon Spirit Longsword scread in terror, “No! I don’t know, I really don’t know—please don’t! It’ll dull my edge!”

Despite its frantic shaking within the sheath, the Demon Spirit Longsword still couldn’t provide an answer, suggesting it genuinely had no idea.

Durken tossed the sword back to Anthony, feeling disdain for its lack of usefulness. Anthony casually passed it to Negris, who handed it off to Ange. Ange stared at it for a mont, unsure who to give it to next, and simply stuffed it inside Heaven’s Fortress alongside the Universal Pull Divine Hamr.

The Goddess of Dawn suddenly shivered, feeling a chill all over. The oscillating sharpness of the ultra-dinsional Demon Spirit blade had been rejected for failing to provide answers—would she also be abandoned if she couldn’t answer questions?

Durken pulled Samus aside and posed the sa question.

Samus cooperated but smiled wryly and admitted, “I only guard the cage; I genuinely don’t know what this material is called. You can ask anything else, but I really don’t have an answer for this.”

The Goddess of Dawn hesitantly offered, “Uh… should I give it a try?”

“You know? A prisoner knowing what her cage is made of?” Durken examined her skeptically.

The Goddess of Dawn confidently declared, “Of course I know! These are Thought Chains, manifested by Plane Consciousness. They’re a form of spiritual substance, and every manifestation is unique, so it’s no wonder you don’t recognize it.”

Negris and Anthony imdiately grasped the concept: “Like Holy Light, right? Each type of Holy Light also possesses unique properties—for example, His Lordship’s Holy Light isn’t harmful to Undead.”

“No wonder. Manifested spiritual substances are all uniquely peculiar and don’t conform to any known material properties—just like Your Majesty’s Death Scythe. Wow, what incredible stuff. I’m taking these chains—I don’t dare tamper with the Death Scythe, but these are just perfect.” Durken exclaid with satisfaction.

Ange waved his fingers, and the Little Fla circling around his hand drooped, reluctantly floating over and grabbing the chains, which were many hundreds of tis its size. Gripping and pulling, the Little Fla sohow managed to coil them into a circle.

The chains were bundled and handed off to Durken, while the Little Fla, defeated, returned to Ange, floating on his fingertip like his hand was on fire.

The Goddess of Dawn gaped in astonishnt, pointing at the Little Fla and exclaid, “This… this… that… that fla…” It carried a familiar aura.

Anthony asked, “Plane Consciousness? Yep, we beat it up.”

“What—what?! What kind of people are you, exactly? Are you really with the Lord of Light? Is the Lord of Light this powerful?” The Goddess of Dawn couldn’t help but begin doubting the true identity of Ange’s group.

“If we weren’t this powerful, why would we pretend to be him? Enough talk about that—since you seem to know this stuff, do you know how it ca into being?” Anthony asked.

“Of course I do! The first Plane Consciousness was created by . This God Status of mine—it was gifted to by it.” The Goddess of Dawn revealed.