Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1682: 1243: Don't Speak, Something Good is Happening

Chapter 1682: Chapter 1243: Don’t Speak, Sothing Good is Happening

Luther and Lightning shrank their heads and waited for a while, realizing that Ange wasn’t speaking anymore. They finally let out a long breath, feeling like they’d been caught by their parents while sneaking out to play with friends.

To ease this emotion, Luther said with an awkward smile, “It feels like Lord’s voice is coming directly from the White Crystal. So, there’s such a way of communication?”

“Yes, yes, it sounds directly from the White Crystal, and it feels like the whole crystal is vibrating. This thod should be even farther than Soul Contact, right?” Lightning quickly chid in, forcing himself to be calm.

Oh no, if only we hadn’t listened to the Little Angel’s instigation. She’s native; we’re not. She might get a scolding, whereas we could face punishnt.

“It’s certainly farther than Soul Contact. Your Majesty reached the Chaos Plane, and even Locke and the others couldn’t sense it. Our distance must be even farther than the Chaos Plane,” Luther said.

“But is there Soul Contact between White Crystals? Can only we hear it? If there are other Star Gods nearby, could they also hear the Lord’s voice?” Lightning asked.

Luther said irritably, “How should I know? However, Lord Nage said that all the Star Gods here were killed by the Lord. Even if other Star Gods could hear, there aren’t any more here.”

“You can’t trust what these Wise n say; they’re idiots,” Lightning said.

“Lord Nage is not a Wise Man.”

“Uh, it seems so. It’s an idiot. Okay, let’s believe it then,” Lightning said, pouting, “So, what do we do now?”

Little Sky puffed up their cheeks, angrily pointing towards the Sun, “Roar!”

Just after shouting, Little Zombie lifted Little Sky by the neck. Little Zombie now was robust, like a strong Heavy Armor Swordsman, while the Little Angel still looked like a little girl, hanging effortlessly from Little Zombie’s hand.

If it were normal, Little Angel would have hamred back with her fist if Little Zombie dared to lift her like this, but now she hung there, deflated like a balloon, in resignation.

At this mont, Little Zombie represented Ange. If Ange told her not to move, and she dared to run around, Little Zombie would indeed spank her.

Inside the Boundary Migration Airship, Ange scratched his head in distress.

Negris, seeing this, imdiately had a bad feeling, “What’s wrong? Where did they go?”

Ange said, “The Sun.”

“Pfft—how did they end up so far away? How did they even get there?” Negris asked, shocked.

Not only shocked by why they would go to the Sun, but also by how they got there. Just over ten days ago, they were still on the airship, and now they’ve gone near the Sun?

“Star Shifting.” Ange said.

“But only one of them can perform Star Shifting. What about the others?” Negris exclaid in confusion.

Before Ange could answer, Ursman slapped his forehead, “I get it! The one who can Star Shift can bring those who can’t together. Other Star Gods just need to stay in a virtualized state. Why didn’t it occur to ? So dumb, we could have let others out, transferring them by ourselves.”

The Boundary Migration Airship was now executing a Dinsional Wall blockade, so it couldn’t leave at will. However, Ange had collected so many White Crystals, he could already resurrect those in the Consciousness Space.

But the resurrection hadn’t started because they didn’t know where to place the resurrected people. The Boundary Migration Airship was too small.

Tyrone had been sent out by Ange personally, but it wasn’t possible for Ange to send out each resurrected person personally. Now, it was fine; Ursman, Walker, and Red Star could send everyone out. The resurrection could begin.

Wise n often fall into thinking traps due to preconceived notions, which is quite normal, which is why there’s a saying: A wise man ponders a thousand tis and still might miss sothing, while a fool ponders a thousand tis and might hit the nail on the head.

The resurrection began; Ange picked up a White Crystal and injected a conscious thought into it. Soon, Shamara’s virtual image surfaced on the crystal.

Then, Ange extended his hand, and a Little Ghost erged from it, inhaled, inhaled, inhaled, then exhaled a mass of Sacred Fla.

Ange injected a conscious thought into the Sacred Fla, and the fla solidified into Great Angel Luna’s virtual image.

Ange pointed at Shamara and spoke to Luna, “Star God or Holy Spirit, choose.”

Luna was montarily stunned. Despite frequent interactions with Ange, his way of speaking still made her a little uneasy. She looked helplessly at the Little Fat Dragon beside her.

Negris said, “Do you want to be a Star God or continue as a Holy Spirit?”

“Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit, I’m still used to being a Holy Spirit,” Luna quickly said.

This was easy. The Little Ghost puffed up its cheeks, blew hard at Luna, and a surge of Holy Power poured frantically into Luna’s body.

Swoosh, one wing unfolded with powerful Holy Power support, then the second pair of Light Wings, the third pair, and finally, black Sacred Flas rose around Luna, dyeing all her wings—Fallen Angel.

Then, Ange picked up Shamara and Luna and jumped out of the Boundary Migration Airship, landing on the Dinsional Wall.

If the Dinsional Wall was like a lake surface, at this mont, the lake was rippling, and Ange landing on the ‘lake’ created an even larger ripple, spreading out and concealing the traces of other ripples and waves.

However, the raging battle between Gray Divine Star and the giant tree didn’t notice, engrossed in powerful strikes and clashes.

One was a God Star, the source of all things, but aged; the other was a Divine Tree, supporting All Worlds, but stretched too thin to exert its full power.

Nonetheless, their battle was still earth-shattering, with occasional dark elents’ current or chaotic rays bursting forth, wreaking havoc around.

The Monarch stayed far away, observing the battle, almost bursting into laughter, seeing no tactics or variations, only brute force pushing the limits. You strike, I dodge; I strike, you dodge; if one couldn’t dodge, they took it head-on.

This happened not only with Gray Divine Star and the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms but also with many powerful Ancient Gods. The stronger the Ancient God, the less technical the fight.

But again, what’s the use of more tactics? Abyssal Big Mouth letting loose a Devouring Abyss would make the entire Chaos Plane steer clear.

Gray Divine Star and the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms were fighting, and even the Monarch dared not approach, fearing getting caught up; no matter how many tactics, could they withstand these Origins’ brute strength?

On the Dinsional Wall, Ange seed to intentionally let Shamara and Luna see the battle opposite, presenting the situation before their eyes.

Seeing such a ferocious scene, Luna was shocked and seed to realize sothing, involuntarily asking weakly, “Lord, you… you don’t intend, you don’t want us to deal with these two things, do you?”

Ange nodded.

Luna took a sharp breath, about to say sothing, but Shamara interrupted her from the side, “Luna, don’t speak, sothing good is happening.”