Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1557: 1118: Aren't You Crippled?

Chapter 1557: Chapter 1118: Aren’t You Crippled?

After everyone had teleported over and swiftly taken control of the area, Gulalata appeared slightly startled. She acted with extre enthusiasm, wielding the Sword of Truth, and smashed the surrounding guards to the ground. Truly worthy of the na.

Negris glanced around but didn’t find any overlooked prohibitions, so he relaxed and leaned over to Anthony, whispering, “Why does Dead Skull look kind of angry? He’s never this proactive.”

Anthony replied softly, “Soone is trying to burn the Lord’s fields. Of course, he’s angry.”

“Ah? Oh right, a Light Disaster is basically burning Ange’s fields, isn’t it? Damn it, how bold. Ask your questions quickly so I can destroy him!” Negris said, claws extended and snarling.

The last person who burned Ange’s fields, Turus, had already left a lasting trauma in Negris’ mind. And now? Another one?

“It’s not that bad. The Lord isn’t angry at Marino. If he were, Marino would already be dead, and there’d be no need for to interrogate him. The Lord is mad at whoever initiated the Light Disaster and is preparing to track them down,” Anthony explained.

“Oh right, the one who started the Light Disaster. Once we find them, let destroy them!” Negris fud.

After clearing all the dangers in the area, Ange finally let Marino down.

Once Marino regained his freedom, he glanced at Gulalata, then at the Mourning Undead Soldiers, and finally turned his eyes to Ange’s group, trembling as he asked, “You… are you the ones behind the King of Leo?”

“What? The King of Leo? Why would you think we’re with the King of Leo?” Anthony asked curiously.

Marino scoffed, “Ha, Gulalata the Prince, six Mourning Undead Soldiers—being able to command them, who else could it be but the King of Leo? Aren’t you the ones throwing things into the Sun?”

Anthony couldn’t help but laugh, pointing at Marino and turning to Negris, “This is what happens when you have insufficient information and start guessing randomly. It ends up being almost the opposite of the truth.”

Only then did Anthony address Marino directly, “Gulalata has a grudge against the King of Leo. Don’t you know? The position of the King of Leo was supposed to be Gulalata’s, but her uncle took it from her. Do you think her uncle could command her?”

Marino blinked blankly, stunned for a mont, before asking, “Then… then who are you?”

“Didn’t I already say? The Lord of Omniscience, Divine Fragnts, and Faith Elental Force. Weren’t these retrieved by your people?” Anthony replied.

“Are you joking with pig-headed idiots? I know the Lord of Omniscience; it’s just a big sea serpent that survives by the ocean’s protection, knowing a few more things than others but definitely incapable of reorganizing any God Status. Who are you really?” Marino sneered.

Anthony asked casually, “You seem to know quite a bit. So, do you know who’s been throwing things into the Sun? Why would you say it’s soone behind the King of Leo?”

Marino glanced sideways at Anthony, replying, “You haven’t answered my question. If you only want to extract answers from without offering any in return, I refuse to answer your questions.”

Anthony chuckled, “Haha, obtaining answers doesn’t necessarily require asking for them. Killing you and performing a Soul Search would work just fine. Do you prefer that approach?”

Marino laughed back, “Haha, I’m well aware of Soul Search’s flaws. It only works effectively on the most vivid mories before death; older ones are often lost. You’d only have one chance at it, so you wouldn’t use it lightly.”

“Further, what I really fear is that once you get the answer you want, you’d use Soul Search on again to verify its accuracy. In that case, why don’t we trade answers? Let die as an enlightened Undead.”

“Don’t even think about using Soul Search on . I’ve already started recalling things like the maid’s leg hair, unwashed underwear, and toilet paper scraps. You’d only find such boring and disgusting mories within .”

Anthony scratched his nose. What a character—he realized he was dealing with soone particularly troubleso.

From the fanaticism Marino displayed during the Teleportation Array eting, when he ntioned throwing things into the Sun, it was clear what kind of personality he had. This type had a na in religious terminology: martyr.

Martyrs possessed an unparalleled enthusiasm for self-sacrifice. To validate their beliefs, they remained resolute even against whipping, torture, or burning at the stake. Their obsession often placed everyone around them in danger. They were harder to deal with than fanatics.

Understanding Marino’s difficult nature, Anthony swiftly changed tactics, saying, “This here is the Great Unity of Seven Forces: the Origin of the Void. Do you know what the Void Origin is?”

Marino’s eyes widened, “You an the forces that constitute the very foundation of the Void?”

Anthony nodded.

“How… how can you prove it?” Marino asked, visibly excited. He trusted Anthony’s words because Ange’s power clearly surpassed the level of Gods.

Ange stretched his hands apart and pulled out a fist-sized “Devouring Abyss.” Instantly, the room was filled with imnse suction force, as if attempting to swallow everything within.

After pulling it out for only a brief mont, Ange released it, but the entire room was already in chaos. Marino stared dumbfoundedly at Ange’s hands, hesitating while wanting to take a closer look but not daring to approach.

To Marino, such a scene—pulling out a Devouring Abyss with bare hands—was nothing less than a miracle.

“This is the Devouring Origin, one of the Void Origins. Other Origin Powers might be imperceptible to you, but the Devouring Origin is the most direct. Is this evidence sufficient?” Anthony asked.

“Wait a mont, just wait!” Marino exclaid in excitent and ran toward a cabinet along the wall. Before he could get close, Gulalata pressed her sword against his neck—who knew whether there was a hidden door behind the cabinet.

Anthony ordered, “Whatever you need, let Gulalata fetch it for you.”

“The box, the one in the bottommost layer,” Marino said.

The Mourning Undead Soldiers retrieved the specified box directly without letting Marino touch it, and carried it over to Anthony.

Opening it, inside was a fist-sized “coal block.” Marino observed Ange expectantly and asked, “Can you see anything on it?”

“Isn’t it just Dark Elent? Acting all mysterious,” Negris muttered irritably before Ange could respond.

Anthony put on imaging glasses and noticed that Dark Elent continuously and abundantly emanated from the coal block. Nodding, he said, “Indeed it’s Dark Elent—a high-purity condensation. Where did you get this?”

Durken directly reached to grab it but quickly realized that the Dark Elent was corroding his hand. Hastily, he tossed it back into the box and extended his corroded hand toward Ange, pleading, “My Lord…”

Ange waved his hand, dispersing the Dark Elent clinging to Durken’s skin.

Marino looked around before fixing his gaze on Anthony’s glasses and asked, “What equipnt is this? Can it observe Dark Elents?”

Without hesitation, Anthony removed the glasses and handed them to Marino.

Marino eagerly donned the glasses and examined the coal block, repeatedly emitting sounds of amazent like “Wow!” and “Whoa!”

Finally, he lifted his head and asked urgently, “Can I… have these glasses?”

Seeing Anthony’s subtle smirk, Marino instantly realized his predicant, and the rest of his sentence caught in his throat.

Anthony, sensing the brewing urgency, said, “Tell everything you know. Not only will you have these imaging glasses, but you’ll also gain access to a suite of equipnt and environnts for studying Origin Powers. For the Light Disaster research, we’ll even include you. Are you willing?”

Marino nodded enthusiastically, almost resembling a woodpecker. When facing martyrs, threats or torture had no effect. But once their faith aligned with yours, they would devote themselves fanatically.

Boom! Boom! Two resounding tremors shook the area. The outer defenses seed to have been breached by sothing. Heavy footsteps followed, as though a charging elephant drawing closer rapidly, soon reaching the room’s exterior.

A booming voice called out, “This is it, Marino! Hand over the Gods’ Fragnts! Do not hurt them!”

Boom! A hole shattered open on the wall beside the door. A stout and muscular figure entered—not through the doorway, but smashing through with a shield—and rushed into the room. Upon seeing Ange’s group, he froze. “You… aren’t these remnants?”