Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1496: 1057: Very Intense, Soul Flame

Chapter 1496: Chapter 1057: Very Intense, Soul Fla

“My Lord, do you have a way to block this attack?” Anthony asked quietly.

Ange nodded.

Ange was great at everything, but he had one shortcoming—he didn’t like to talk. He often acted silently without informing anyone beforehand, leaving Anthony unable to coordinate with him.

Just like back at the Undead Temple in the Star Burst Plane, when Ange suddenly triggered the temple’s resurrection, Anthony had been caught off guard and flailing but managed to barely keep up.

Sotis, before negotiations were even concluded, Ange would resolve matters with a decisive move, leaving no room for bargaining.

“My Lord, we not only need to save these people, but we also need them to willingly beco your followers. If you act now, they will only think you’re amazing and impressive, then they’ll go back to doing whatever they were doing before,” Anthony suggested.

Ange tilted his head slightly, and Negris translated: “What should we do then?”

“We need to let them experience danger and despair first, then make them fight desperately to save themselves. When they’ve poured all their efforts into self-rescue and still can’t stop the impending disaster, their bodies and souls will be overwheld by a sense of helplessness. At their most desperate mont, that’s when you step in to save them. Only then will you gain their most heartfelt gratitude,” Anthony explained.

Negris smacked his waist in realization and exclaid, “I understand now! No wonder there’s a saying—mortals don’t appreciate a general who is skilled in war because he eliminates danger before they even notice it. Instead, they revere the less competent ones who duel the enemy amidst fierce battle and claim a hard-fought victory. They end up being seen as the War God.”

Anthony gave him a thumbs-up. “That’s exactly it.”

“So what do we do now?” Negris asked.

“Watch my signal,” Anthony replied, then turned and shouted, “Run! The World-Ending Strike is coming! Everyone run; if you’re too slow, you’ll die!”

An attack capable of destroying a plane is not limited to the impact itself; the cascading damage caused by the explosion can severely injure all souls in its vicinity.

Like when a ship sinks, the whirlpool it creates can drag everyone down. If they don’t escape far enough before the light strikes its target, the exploding rubble of the plane will shred every undead to pieces.

Even the dumbest Necromancer understood this principle. Everyone frantically began fleeing outward, trying to distance themselves from the “Flower Cluster.”

But this wasn’t sothing easily accomplished. Only the Lord of Mourning, certain Undead, or Wizards possessed the ability to move within the Void. For others, escaping the ruins was incredibly difficult.

Previously, Cabu Twelve had ntioned a highly abstract thod of movent: tying a rope to a Stone and tossing it forward to pull oneself along—a thod absurdly slow.

If you relied on this thod to move tens of thousands of people away from the “Flower Cluster” within a short ti, it was utterly impossible. Furthermore, many Witches didn’t even have ropes, leaving them stranded and stomping in futile frustration.

Amid this desperation, a clear voice rang out across the Void, “Run! Get far away! Don’t stay where you are! The World-Ending Strike will shatter the plane, sending countless Giant Rocks exploding outward like a fiery blast, tearing apart everything nearby! You won’t survive being crushed by the rocks—run, quickly!”

To ensure no one misunderstood the attack’s potency, Anthony described it vividly and emotionally, scaring everyone until half their souls were gasping in terror. Then he shifted his tone, “Stay united—everyone! Unite! So people can’t fly; grab their hands! The ones who can fly, get up there and help drag the others away! Soul Devouring King, co back here and help! Stop running so fast—co back to help!”

In the Void, Deke was arguably the quickest, followed by Rigo, the Soul Devouring King. Both had already vanished from sight, and Anthony’s calls couldn’t reach them.

But Anthony wasn’t shouting for their benefit; he was addressing the undead unable to move on their own.

To these undead creatures, the once-revered and awe-inspiring Soul Devouring King now seed like a coward running away from battle, thanks to Anthony’s loud proclamations. The frantic Witches who couldn’t fly grew furious and began cursing in frustration.

Unfortunately, the Soul Devouring King had already fled too far to hear their words.

Anthony quickly organized the rescue efforts, loudly summoning all Undead Wizards and Witches with the ability to move to stay behind and help.

Most souls are inherently selfish—if the Soul Devouring King himself fled, why would anyone else stay behind? Faced with imminent death for moving slowly, who would worry about helping others?

Despite this, so remained and began following Anthony’s orders to aid the rescue. The reasons these undead creatures stayed behind varied greatly.

So were genuinely brave and noble, while others felt lost and didn’t know what to do. Upon hearing a commanding voice providing structured instructions, they instinctively followed along.

Among a massive crowd, this type of personality wasn’t uncommon. These individuals typically lacked initiative, reacting only when pushed. They’re prone to group ntality—fleeing in fear but willing to follow directives even if those would lead to danger.

Anthony’s ability to seize command stemd largely from his loud “voice.” With Ange backing him, he could project his soul’s waves across the entirety of the Void, reaching every undead’s spirit.

Sotis, to make others follow your orders, all you need is a loud enough “voice.” If the instructions are articulate and persuasive, even more will respond.

No one doubted Anthony’s organizational skill. He rapidly devised different self-rescue thods: forming hand-linked chains for easier escape, having flyers pull others through the Void, which lacked gravity, enabling a single flyer to tow dozens at once.

However, relative to the imnse population of tens of thousands, the number of flyers was pitifully small. Faced with this, Anthony proposed another thod: “Throw—just throw! Toss others far away, as far as you can.”

“Wizards, use aerial relay! Form platforms for people to jump off!”

“Sage Kabu, you can transport the most people—expand the Abyss Ball’s radius as much as possible to absorb everyone within range!”

Anthony’s “voice” sounded strained, even though soul waves shouldn’t express such exhaustion. Yet all undead creatures felt moved by his desperation and joined the rescue efforts wholeheartedly.

If one gave up in despair right from the start, one might peacefully accept the disaster when it struck.

But if people fought relentlessly to save themselves, exhausted every effort, and narrowly missed survival, the bitterness and despair would be far more profound.

If a God appeared at such a mont, the majority would willingly offer up everything for just a sliver of hope.

As the light in the Void grew brighter, those undead who hadn’t managed to escape far began to despair. Their longing for a savior was so intense that it manifested tangibly, catching Ange’s imdiate attention.

“What’s wrong? Did you notice sothing?” Negris, who had been observing Ange, quickly asked.

Ange responded, “So strong—the Soul Fla.”

Negris sighed dismissively, “The Soul Fla? How strong could it possibly be? In the end, it’s still just a Soul Fla.”

At that mont, Anthony returned and said, “My Lord, it seems the ti is ripe. You can act now.”

Ange nodded, raised the Universal Pull Divine Hamr, and flew upward, stepping forward while dragging one arm back, then hurled it forward with trendous force.

Negris was shocked. “You’re not transforming?”

Ange, though possessing an incredibly sturdy body, couldn’t unleash sufficient strength without transformation. Everyone expected him to transform into the Dragon God or Black Crystal Body, but he casually threw the hamr instead.

Judging by the hamr’s velocity, it didn’t seem to have an impressive impact.

Ange shook his head. “No transformation—Soul Fla, faith… very strong.”

“Still just a Soul Fla. How strong could it be?” Negris sneered.

As his words fell, the Universal Pull Divine Hamr suddenly lit up, trailing a massive tail of flas like a cot streaking upward.

And that wasn’t all—streams of brilliance shot from the direction of the undead toward the hamr, swiftly rging into its fiery trail.

Tens of thousands of streams converged, making the tail blaze brighter, transforming into an even more dazzling light within the Void.