Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 988 - 988 558 Why Cry

Chapter 988: Chapter 558: Why Cry? Chapter 988: Chapter 558: Why Cry? In the hierarchical system of human nobility, there exists a principle of “a vassal’s vassal is not my vassal,” aning a King cannot bypass a Duke to command the Duke’s subjects, nor can a Duke bypass his Knights to directly recruit the farrs within the Knight’s lands.

Of course, a Duke can kill that Knight.

However, this principle doesn’t hold in the system of the Undead and the gods—Ange could, with just a thought, annihilate all the subordinates of Durken Feiti who were linked by soul contact, or even make Negris do a handstand and pee.

Of course, Ange wasn’t that malicious, which is why his subordinates lived a relaxed, unoppressed, and peaceful life—because he was busy farming.

Though usually he wouldn’t bother, when he did decide to intervene, you had to comply. When Ange’s divine thought pressed down, the Water Elent imdiately found itself out of control. The imprint inside the Elental Core shrank as if scared.

The Water Elent was probably even more bewildered, being just loyally defending the temple; why were they fighting the big boss? Why didn’t the boss announce his arrival first?

Realizing he could control it, Ange then set it free.

As it landed on the icy surface, making contact with the abundant Water Elent, the Elental Core rolled over on the ice, transforming into a small snow figure that got up and then sneakily glanced at Ange.

Ange also looked at it.

The two stared at each other for a while until Negris had to step forward and ask, “Little fellow, what’s your na?”

“?” The Water Elent radiated a puzzled emotion, pulled its feet up, and the ice imdiately began rumbling loudly as a larger ice giant rose from the ice.

It was clearly unsatisfied with Negris’s address of ‘little fellow’, transforming into a ten-ter-tall figure to loom over Little Fat Dragon.

But by then, no matter how much it glared, Negris was unbothered, hips akimbo and smiling as he asked, “If you don’t have a na, shall I give you one? Let’s call you ‘Little’ Ball.”

The word ‘little’ was particularly emphasized in his speech.

The Water Elent got angry and lifted its foot to stomp on Negris.

Ange gave it a look, and the ice on the Water Elent imdiately started clattering down, quickly reducing it to a half-ter-tall snow figure.

Capitalizing on Ange’s authority, Negris, with hands on hips, said, “Little Ball, lead the way, take us into the Divine Realm. Be careful not to harm those human bodies.”

The Water Elent angrily said, “You, little, lizard.”

“Oh, would you believe it if I said I’d have soone beat you up? Diyali, co here.” It’s easy to infuriate a Giant Dragon, just call them lizards. Add a ‘little’ to it, and they will surely erupt in fury.

The fifty ters long Diyali thundered over, glaring angrily at the Water Elent.

The Water Elent angrily squatted, intending to grow its form even more, but Ange just waved his hand at it.

The ice chippings clattered off, and now it was less than half a ter tall.

Just then, the ice suddenly cracked around in a circle, and amidst the ongoing clatter of ice, an enormous hole quickly erged.

Along with the ice, nurous intact human bodies also erged. After all that, Tom collapsed on the ground, transforming in exhaustion into a small snow figure, panting heavily, apparently totally spent.

Ange quickly emitted red light to purify him.

Negris and Anthony exchanged glances—how had Tom beco so cunning? It didn’t need to breathe at all, yet it acted so vividly, clearly performing for Ange. Had it actually learned to pretend hardship and show off its rit? And why?

Everyone involuntarily looked at the Water Elent—was it because a new elent creature of the sa type had appeared, making Tom feel his position was threatened?

Everyone clumsily moved the bodies that had erged with the ice chips to one side before entering the newly-opened ice cave.

Just before going in, Ange pointed at the bodies and then at the ice layer, saying to the Water Elent, “Dig, be careful not to harm them.”

Negris imdiately ran over, hands on hips and proudly translated, “Dig all these bodies out, be careful not to damage them.”

The Water Elent seed to understand the situation now; the little lizard was under the protection of the Master God and seed untouchable. After pondering with its not-so-agile brain for a mont, it obediently obeyed and subrged into the ice surface.

Only then did everyone enter the interior of the ice sphere through the ice cave in single file, arriving in front of a palace.

Palaces of the gods usually have prohibitions or boundaries; however, the palace in front of them had its doors wide open, a sign of being unguarded.

“Not good, is it empty inside? Tom, did you clear the ice, or was it empty originally?” Negris asked anxiously.

Tom replied, “Empty, the ice stopped right at the entrance, there was no water inside.”

“It seems there was a prohibition in the temple preventing water from entering, which disappeared after it froze, hence this situation arose; not good!” Negris exclaid with a sudden realization.

“What’s bad about that? Doesn’t the absence of water an that the treasures inside weren’t subrged?” Durken asked, puzzled.

Negris said, “What kind of treasures would be afraid of getting subrged? But if people initially took refuge in the temple, then after three thousand years, they probably would have decayed into skeletons.”

A shade of sadness crossed Gonia’s face as she said, “Under a natural disaster, dying in the temple of the Master God is also a fortunate matter.”

“That’s true, just hope it wasn’t so hard to die; a bunch of people crowded together without food or drink, it would be good if they didn’t end up fighting…” Before he could finish, Anthony cut him off, pushing the rest of his words back.

Confused, he looked at Anthony, only to see him signaling frantically with his eyes. Looking again at Gonia, her face had turned ghastly pale.

Yes, a bunch of people cramd together, without food or drink, and not dying, what could happen? Fighting would be considered mild, but even more terrible things could occur, and Gonia probably thought of those even more horrible possibilities.

At that mont, Ange suddenly shook his head, “No, no death aura, no resentnts.”

Spurred on by a revival in spirit, Gonia quickly strode into the palace.

“Oh, they are not dead? Three thousand years, how could that be possible?” Negris also muttered, he wouldn’t doubt Ange’s senses; if Ange could not sense any death aura or resentnts, then it definitely wasn’t there, could the scent of death deceive the senses of the Undead God?

Upon entering the palace, they were greeted by a spacious area, very similar to the Redemption Divine Realm Ange had seen before, with a chessboard-patterned floor. Seeing these squares, everyone beca excited because each square could potentially conceal a treasure.

However, their attention was first captured by the scene in front of them; at least sixty Battle Priestesses ford a circle, their hands stretched out supporting sothing, but they had turned into stone statues.

What they were supporting was a statue of an infant.

Seeing this scene, Gonia knelt down in agony, and began to weep, “It’s the Believer Knights; they gave the chance of life to the infant, but I have co too late, even the infant didn’t survive, too late, too late…”

“Sigh.” Negris sighed.

Ange tilted his head in confusion, “Why, cry.”

Negris sighed, “Sigh, it’s complicated, you wouldn’t understand.”

He didn’t attempt to explain to Ange, knowing it would be too difficult for a Farming Skeleton to understand what sacrifice and powerlessness ant.

Ange looked at him quizzically, then pulled out the Petrification Crossbow and shot a bolt at the group of statues, watching them gradually co to life, and asked again, baffled, “Why, cry.”