Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 966 - 588

Chapter 966: 588

Her statement was rather implicit, if the Conqueror’s Army once failed to break through the Sambiya merchants’ conspiracy and was defeated in the Goblin Margins, their so-called unification plan on the Giant Dragon Coast would become an absolute joke, with no possibility of taking root in Efanso. The dark forces would swarm like jackals, leaving nothing of them but crumbs.

Although Daphne had great confidence in Gaven’s personal abilities, leading an army composed of civilians with families through the dangerous borderline wilderness and returning to a valley over a thousand kilometers away was much more difficult than imagined.

If the first half of the journey for the Conqueror’s Army was a struggle against nature and the Monster Tribes, then in the latter half, they would have to contend with human forces as well, a factor which would prove to be even more deadly.

"You make a very good point," Gaven could not help but nod. Their development was not isolated but closely linked with the Conqueror’s Army and their own territory, "I’ll arrange for a local who is familiar with the Giant Dragon Coast to assist you, but this person is dangerous and has a worse reputation here than you Dwarves Elves, so be careful when you use him."

No sooner had Gaven finished speaking, than Daphne blurted out a name: "Death Adder Grace."

"That’s right, her." Gaven replied as he took out a crystal ball from his backpack. The less than ten centimeter tall Grace looked like an insect trapped in amber, frozen in place, "Are you sure that just breaking the crystal ball will release her? It won’t cause any harm to her?"

"Sure," Daphne confirmed, "The Soul Locking spell actually comes with a dimensional space attached to it, the casting medium is the anchor. Her body has been sent to that dimensional space, and what’s inside this crystal ball is only her soul."

Although she did not have the ability to cast the Soul Locking Technique, she had already begun studying the spell, a legacy from the Necromancer Arms.

"Understood." Gaven hesitated no more and slammed the crystal ball forcefully onto the ground.

Bang!

Like an iron ball, it smashed heavily onto the ground, not only did it show no signs of damage, but it also bounced twice on the spot, as though silently mocking Gaven.

"Ha..." Gaven couldn’t help but laugh, "I underestimated this thing. I was afraid I might break it by accident, now it seems, smashing it is not going to be easy."

"The spell must be providing some sort of reinforcement," Daphne explained from the side, "After all, it’s an eighth-ring magic."

"Then let’s see whether it’s sturdier, or my hammer is," said Gaven as he took out the Fine Gold Hammer and struck the crystal ball with force. When lifted, it was light as a feather, but when it fell, not only did it increase by one size, but its weight also became one ton two. It was not Gaven controlling the Fine Gold Hammer, but it obeying gravity.

What seemed to be a trivial size change, if used well, could have unexpected tactical effects in certain situations.

Crack!

Even with the effects of a spell, it was still made of crystal, and its hardness was limited, unable to withstand such a violent battering, it shattered on the spot, crushed to dust.

A flash of magic aura appeared, and a slender body appeared out of thin air next to the Fine Gold Hammer, none other than Arms’ female apprentice, Grace, the Efanso lobbyist of yore.

This frail Necromancer showed remarkable agility, she hadn’t even waited for the magical light to dissipate and was already leaping up from the ground, sprinting towards the city hall exit at a hundred-meter dash speed.

"You might get out of this door, but you won’t get out of Efanso’s city gates, there are countless people waiting to rip you apart outside," Gaven did not reach out to stop her, but casually warned from the side.

Hearing Gaven’s voice, Grace, who was running desperately, suddenly froze, turning her head to look at Gaven incredulously, "Mr. Gaven? This is supposed to be Arms’ Mage Tower, how could you be here? No, that’s not right, don’t tell me, you’ve already taken down Efanso? Where’s Arms? How long have I been imprisoned?"

She was astoundingly clever, deducing many things in an instant from the little information at hand.

Once trapped by the Soul Locking spell, time pressed the pause button for the individual, completely blocking all perception of the outside world.

It was not unusual for many trapped by the Soul Locking Technique to be released hundreds of years later only to find the whole world changed, with their rescuer, appearing older than their own father, being their descendant many generations removed.

"You haven’t been asleep for long, less than ten days." Gaven briefly shared with Grace what happened after their secret meeting, using memory projection instead of explanations in many parts to verify the truth of his words.

This Death Adder’s face changed colors like a dyeworks, with each of Gaven’s explanations, because much of it was closely related to her. She would have never guessed she had been played by an Evil Beast Spirit for so many years; how much of her actions over the years were truly from her own heart and how many were like betrayal, manipulated by that Evil Beast Spirit behind her? She was like a puppet, unaware of how long she had been manipulated.

After hearing everything, Grace couldn’t help but ask a new question, "Was Arms always an Evil Beast Spirit, or was he replaced by one later?"