Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 586 - 330 Let Me Think Again3

Chapter 586: Chapter 330 Let Think Again_3

The Dwarf goat cavalry and Griffin knight groups were his most valued forces. However, with the lesson learned from the dragon knight group, Dyson didn’t feel very secure, so he continued to reveal his cards.

Through the teleportation array, he arrived in an unknown dinsion. Stepping out of the teleportation array, what caught his eye was an endless sea of bleached bones scattered across the plains ahead.

Dyson held his breath, casting a breath-holding spell on himself; this dinsion had no air. Other than the undead and elent creatures that didn’t require air, living beings could not survive.

Sensing the movent, a skeleton lying by the edge of the teleportation array raised its head to look at Dyson before lying back down.

Dyson suppressed his Power of Holy Light, not daring to leak even a drop of it. Otherwise, if he startled the countless undead in the vicinity, he would et a tragic end.

Leaving the teleportation array, he walked on. From ti to ti, skeletons would raise their heads to glance at him before lying back down. Dyson’s appearance had been passed around by the king here, and everyone recognized him.

Ange had actually seen the three types of undead that Dyson dispatched: Gold Tooth Gobang, the undead germ corpses thrown into the Resting Abyss, and the Black Warrior who infiltrated the City of the Goddess of Beauty.

Dyson claid they were captives from the Land of Fallen, yet he never revealed who they were loyal to, not even to Guliani.

Indeed, even with Guliani’s help to ignite the Divine Fire, Dyson kept this matter hidden while explaining many other things.

Passing through countless corpses, Dyson arrived in an empty space in the center of the plains, devoid of corpses. From above, a vague imprint – the Forgotten Mark of the God of the Forgotten – could be seen.

Within the range of this mark, a purple-gold skeleton sat on a raised piece of land, a fist propping up its chin, as if deep in thought.

Sensing Dyson’s approach, a purple fla ignited within the eye sockets of the purple-gold skeleton. It looked up at Dyson, bewildered, “Who are you…?”

Familiar with this situation, Dyson responded adeptly, “I am your servant, Dyson.”

“Servant? Who am I…?” the purple-gold skeleton asked in confusion.

“You are the Lord of Mourning, Steadfast Locke.”

“Steadfast Locke? That doesn’t seem right. I dislike this na. Why am I here?” the confused purple-gold skeleton asked.

“You battled with the God of the Forgotten and were marked with the Forgotten Mark, making you lose many of your mories. Only the Undead God can help you restore them. I am the servant sent by the Undead God to serve you. The lackeys of the God of the Forgotten are once again on the move; Lord Locke, I need your strength to help eliminate the enemy.”

The purple-gold skeleton sat there in thought. After mulling over it for a while, it squatted down. After a long ti, it finally voiced its frustration, “I can’t rember clearly, let think so more.”

Dyson sighed inwardly with pity. It was another failure. Of course, this purple-gold skeleton wasn’t Steadfast Locke, but as it was marked by the Forgotten Mark, it didn’t rember who it was either.

As long as he kept repeating, perhaps ten thousand tis until it accepted the new identity he fabricated for it, he would fully control it.

“Take your ti, don’t rush. However, the dogs of the God of the Forgotten are about to break through soon, you must help stop them,” Dyson said.

The purple-gold skeleton began to ponder again. After a while, it seed to have thought of sothing. Stretching out a hand, it only had four finger bones, and the pointer finger bone was missing.

As it moved, a corpse suddenly crawled out from the ground. Its skin was deathly pale, and its expression was vacant, like a fresh zombie. However, the imprint on its forehead struck Dyson deeply – was this the embodint of the God of the Forgotten?