Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1621: 1182: Lifted Off Together

Chapter 1621: Chapter 1182: Lifted Off Together

Actually, ever since the Great Speaker’s betrayal, the South Coronet felt it: the Star Progeny Master was growing restless.

For them, this was an inexplicable emotion. As mbers of the Celestial Descendant Clan, they lacked the emotional volatility of humans. Only extre emotions, like rage or fear, could push them beyond their threshold and manifest outwardly.

Feelings like “restlessness” were nearly impossible to arise within them. The Celestial Descendant Clan, eternal and undying, existed through the eons—what was there to be anxious about?

And yet, at this mont, the South Coronet could clearly sense restlessness from the Star Progeny Master, an air of impatience that could not be ignored.

The Body of Mourning was incredibly difficult to cultivate. Only by embedding a normal soul could its full potential be realized, transforming it into a formidable Mourning Undead Soldier. However, embedding a Fierce Spirit would turn it into an uncontrollable, mindless madman—a Mourning Undead that could neither grow nor be properly commanded.

To waste a cultivated Body of Mourning just to enhance its combat power with a Fierce Spirit, disregarding future growth, was a shortsighted decision—one that vividly reflected the Star Progeny Master’s inner turmoil.

As for slaughtering all living beings… they were raised for slaughter in the first place; the only difference was between the “inside the circle” and “outside the circle.” Initially, the plan was to butcher those outside the circle. When that beca unfeasible, the circle had no choice but to turn inward and consu itself.

Humans acted similarly, didn’t they? Waging war to harvest enemy nations—when those nations couldn’t be conquered, alliances or subordinates were cannibalized instead. Such actions, however, always signified desperation, a point of no return.

With a faint sense of unease, the South Coronet descended upon a sprawling cluster of cities, hovering several kiloters in the sky. From this altitude, every city was within clear view. He clasped his hands behind his back and stood motionless.

The enormous energy waves brewing within him finally alard the creatures on the ground. Surprised and confused, several human elites and noble leaders flew into the air and approached the South Coronet. “Lord Star God, what are you doing?” they questioned.

The South Coronet ignored them. When the crop is ready for the harvest, who cares to listen to the protests of the grain? Gathering sufficient power, he unleashed the Southern Crown Strike without hesitation.

Like a massive teor descending upon the city, it erupted with deafening roars, blinding firelight, and cataclysmic explosions. A mushroom cloud that billowed into the sky marked the devastation. The Southern Crown Strike, which had proven futile before Ange, now displayed its true power here—half the city was obliterated, leaving a colossal crater behind, as if struck by a Forbidden Spell.

The human elites hovering in the air stared in terrified disbelief, glancing between the carnage below and the South Coronet, who had once again clasped his hands behind his back. They were lost for words.

All living things in this world revered the Star God as a deity, the very entity responsible for the creation of the world itself.

Because the North Corona had its own World-Ending Magic Formation, the Star Progeny Master rarely intervened directly. The South Coronet, therefore, was often seen as the Star God’s representative. And now, their god had raised a butcher’s blade against them.

“Star… Lord Star God, what are you doing? Why?!” The mounting energy of a second Southern Crown Strike prompted one human to finally cry out in a shrill and anguished question.

But the South Coronet remained indifferent. When you march into the chicken coop to slaughter, do you concern yourself with the cries of the chickens? thodically following his plan, the South Coronet unleashed another strike, erasing the remaining half of the city.

Then, once more, he clasped his hands behind his back.

“Ahhh!!!” scread the human who had questioned him earlier. He drew his Longsword and charged madly toward the South Coronet, joined by two comrades who followed without hesitation. The others, however, hesitated briefly, exchanged glances, and turned to flee.

Those who could fly to this height were at least Great Magicians or Sword Saints, so even possessing the strength of an Archmage or Truth Sword Saint. Yet against the overwhelming might of a Subordinate Origin capable of wiping out half a city with a casual swipe, the disparity was insurmountable.

The South Coronet didn’t even pause his preparation of another Southern Crown Strike. Raising his free hand, with simple and effortless gestures, he sidestepped the attacks of the closest warrior—at least a Truth Sword Saint—and pierced his throat with a single hand. Even the protective Battle Qi armor couldn’t offer the slightest resistance.

On the ground, atop a bald mountain, a sturdy, short sapling had inexplicably grown, standing alone in its barrenness. The rock surface of the mountain bore no trace of any prior vegetation, yet now, a tender green tree stood there.

The tree bore two knots resembling faces—one human and one draconic. These faces silently watched the battle above, their consciousness locked in communication via the Soul Network.

“Negris,” stunned, voiced his disbelief, “Is the South Coronet really this strong? That Swordsman was at least a Truth Sword Saint—his Battle Qi had condensed into tangible armor, even manifesting externally. He could fly on it effortlessly, and yet he died in re monts?”

“Isn’t that perfectly normal?” Anthony replied. “That South Coronet is a Subordinate Origin. He’s only a step beneath the Abyssal Big Mouth or the Dark Origin.”

“But… but… didn’t you guys handle him easily before?” Negris said, his voice growing weaker.

“What do you an by ‘you guys’? It was the Lord who handled him with ease. I only managed to land hits because I borrowed the Lord’s strength. If it were just alone, even in a deified state, I couldn’t keep up with his movents—how would I ever land a hit?” Anthony quickly clarified.

“You couldn’t keep up with his movents? But you’re a Black Warrior! His speed doesn’t seem so fast…” Negris questioned, puzzled.

Anthony sighed, exasperated. “I’m only skilled in martial techniques, but slow speed renders any techniques futile. You think he’s not that fast because under the Lord’s protection, your response ti was enhanced. If you couldn’t perceive the enemy, how could you speak on his behalf?”

“Enhanced my response ti?!” Negris exclaid, flabbergasted.

“Haven’t you noticed? Your reactions are always sharpest when you’re in the Lord’s presence—the Enlightennt Aura,” Anthony explained.

“Pfft… I didn’t notice! Is that true?” Negris said, almost coughing up blood.

Anthony nodded firmly. “It’s true. It seems you didn’t realize because it’s not a direct boost to speed or ti manipulation, but rather a personal enhancent in ability.”

Boosts in speed or ti acceleration are noticeable, as others seem to slow down. But personal enhancents, like a sudden increase in intellect, are harder to detect.

You wouldn’t think to yourself, “I’ve suddenly beco smarter,” while solving an easy test question, would you?

So it seed Negris had been benefitting from such enhancents the entire ti—very likely thanks to the Enlightennt Aura—which explained why the speed of Subordinate Origin opponents appeared so sluggish…

Just as Negris was about to say sothing, a girl wearing a tattered cloak suddenly ran barefoot up the mountain.

Her eyes widened as she glanced at the sapling in surprise, but she quickly looked away and hurried toward it. Pulling back her hood, she revealed a small, dirt-streaked face and clasped her hands in earnest prayer. “Eternal and undying, boundless and radiant God Star…”

As she prayed, a surge of vast Divine Power began to gather around her, emitting a tranquil holy light from her body.

“Huh? Such pure Divine Power—a Saintess? This is bad!” Anthony’s astonishnt at the girl’s Divine Power quickly turned to alarm. The South Coronet had also noticed her from the skies, and she was positioned directly before the sapling.

The South Coronet’s gaze locked onto the girl. Once more, he clasped his hands behind his back.

Negris nearly choked in fury. “What now? Ange plans to use this spot as an anchor point, but the South Coronet will take her—and us—with it!”