Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1214 - Chapter 1214 Chapter 778 Is It Difficult

Chapter 1214: Chapter 778 Is It Difficult? Chapter 1214: Chapter 778 Is It Difficult? “Do you really have the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms?” the Monarch asked incredulously.

“Really,” Negriss beamed with pride.

“Really have it? You’re not lying to me? God of Knowledge, this concerns a very serious matter; swear by your divine name that you haven’t deceived me,” the Monarch pressed earnestly.

It had been many years since anyone had asked him so formally, much less demanded an oath by his divine name. Negriss couldn’t help but respond with earnestness, “Yes, by the name of the God of Knowledge, we possess a living Tree of Ten Thousand Realms.”

After saying this, Negriss couldn’t help but put his hands on his hips, feeling oddly exhilarated about having just made a vow in ‘the name of the God of Knowledge.’

The Monarch’s entire form relaxed, his emotions tinged with a hint of exhilaration, “That’s wonderful, that’s truly wonderful. Even if we didn’t have the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, having the Void Tree is enough. We can work together to plant it into a Void Divine Tree for the Ten Thousand Realms, supporting the entire Void so that it won’t collapse.”

After speaking, he became a bit impatient, “Quickly, come to my true form, bring the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms with you, to my true form. Locke, you too, come help me anchor the position, I’m going to dismantle this Chaos Plane.”

“I’m furious, I’ve been wanting to plant trees in peace these years, but I’m always disturbed by those sneaky guys. If it weren’t for fear that they would steal my field, I would’ve chopped them all down long ago,” the Monarch raged, clearly very annoyed.

Anthony hastily asked, “Your Majesty, you’ve mentioned the term ‘anchor’ several times. What does ‘anchor’ mean? Why do you need to anchor before you can chop them?”

The Monarch paused, involuntarily scratching his head in a vexed manner.

Seeing his expression, both Anthony and Negriss couldn’t help but glance at Ange, noting how similar the Monarch’s mannerism was to Ange when he was searching for the right words.

While troubled, the Monarch said, “It seems you do not understand the specific structure of the Chaos Plane; explaining it to you might be a bit troublesome. Just come to my true form, and you’ll understand when you see it.”

He then lightened up again, saying with ease, “I thought we were doomed. That Tree of Ten Thousand Realms was the sole survivor, the only existing one. I didn’t expect it to yet be burned by the Tides of Dark Origin.”

“Without the support of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, the Void would continue to collapse. Soon our homes, the Star Burst Plane, everyone will perish, and then I’d be the only one left, the thought alone is unbearable.”

Negriss couldn’t resist asking, “Wouldn’t you die as well?”

“Of course I won’t. I’m now also one of the origins of the Chaos Plane; Negriss, under my protection in the Chaos Plane, you can stride with authority,” the Monarch stated confidently.

Negriss curled his lips, “I don’t buy it, even your sapling couldn’t make it.”

The Monarch stood awkwardly, “Well… that was a sneak attack. It’s all that damn Chaos Tide’s fault, forget it, let’s not talk about it anymore. Hurry to my true form, here is the location.”

As he spoke, he flicked out several flames, one for Locke, one for Negriss, one for Anthony, and one for Ange.

After giving it to Ange, the Monarch took a deep look at Ange, then concentrated to form his own scythe, “To think it would be you who inherited the Undead Godhood. Then this, I will give to you.”

Negriss said with some disdain, “Were you just now chasing the Dark Origin with it? But we aren’t without the Scythe of the Undead either, you better take it back, give us something else of value.”

Only Negriss would dare to complain like that, leaving the Monarch without options but to demonstrate, “One this big, do you have it?”

As he spoke, the scythe stretched into a forty-meter-long greatsword, then with a bit more force, it extended to eighty meters long, finally stabilizing at around one hundred and twenty meters. Paired with the scythe blade that was nearly half its length, it resembled a weapon fit for giants.

Even against the Little Demon in full form, this immense scythe could behead him in one stroke. That was the type of weapon appropriate for confronting an Ancient God.

“It’s condensed from Chaos Mist, can grow large or small, quite convenient for chopping Ancient Gods,” the Monarch explained.

With a firm grasp of his hand, the scythe retracted to an ordinary length of a couple of meters and handed it to Ange.

Negriss closed his gaping mouth and replaced it with a silver-coin smile, “Two Undead Gods, and you only give me one scythe? Aren’t you being a bit stingy?”

“Two Undead Gods?” The Monarch was taken aback.

“Star Burst Plane, didn’t you establish an Undead Temple there? Like the one in Resting Camp. After the temple’s revival, Ange’s avatar’s soul also transformed into Undead Godhood. Now we have two Undead Gods, oh, Ange, show him the other one as well,” Negriss said.

Ange revealed his own Undead Godhood, and two Undead Gods carrying scythes stood behind him. Ange passed the large scythe to one of the Undead Gods.

The Monarch, in astonishment, said, “There really are two? This… who walks around with two scythes, wait a second.”

Having finished speaking, he reached forward with one hand and immediately streams of black smoke surged around him, gathering at his empty grasp, condensing a brand-new scythe.

However, this method clearly drained a lot, and the Monarch’s form visibly shrank, “This avatar of mine was also condensed from the Chaos Mist, it can grow or shrink, it’s just terribly troublesome at the condensing stage. I spent over eight hundred years in the Chaos Plane and have only condensed this much.”

Ange took the scythe and passed it to the other Undead God.

Negriss put on an even warmer smile and said cheerily, “But Ange has more than just two…”

The Monarch was all too familiar with Negriss’s old tricks, or rather, Negriss’s habits hadn’t changed over the years, cutting straight to the point he said, “I’m off now. Since we have the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, my fields must not burn down. I’m going to put out the fire first; bring the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms to me, make sure you do.”

No sooner had his voice faded, a space rift opened up behind the Monarch.

Locke shouted in a hurry, “Monarch, Soul Contact!” while asserting his own Soul Oath.

The Monarch pushed it back in one move, “No need, I’ve still got people to chop down. It would be a hassle to cut the connection later. Hurry up and help me anchor the location.”

With that, the rift swallowed the Monarch.

Negriss watched with wide eyes as the Monarch disappeared into the rift, complaining, “That Old Immortal, he ran off before giving a proper greeting gift, such a miser.”

Locke said irritably, “It’s because he’s scared of being duped by you.”

“Me duping him? He stole my skills and wiped my memory; I’m duping him? Who is duping who?” Negriss grew even angrier the more he thought about it.

Locke shrugged, “Or else how do you think you got your palace? Was it because of your mighty combat prowess? Or your extensive knowledge?”

Negriss’s mouth dropped open in surprise, “I’ve been duped?”

Locke nodded.

Locke didn’t deign to lie, and Negriss hurriedly changed the subject, “He left too fast without explaining anything, I still have so many questions for him.”

At that moment, Anthony, who had absorbed the little flame, said, “Everything’s clear, all the information is contained within the Soul Flame. I wouldn’t have thought, this Chaos Plane isn’t as simple as we’ve seen; we underestimated the Primordial God. Now I know where the Elf Beans collected by Abyssal Big Mouth will be used.”

“Everything’s been said?” Negriss quickly absorbed his own little flame as well.

Ange also absorbed the little flame and browsed the information within, but quickly came back to his senses, for many of the details he already knew, and the information inscribed in his blood by the Dragon God was even more vast. He just didn’t understand the information unrelated to farming.

Seeing that Negriss and Locke weren’t done browsing, Ange walked off on his own, tapping the void with his hand and waiting a while without any change. He increased his force and tapped again, as if knocking on a door.

A rift opened, and Amelia popped her head out, asking in shock, “How did you do that? Why can you knock on a Spatial Bubble?”

Ange tilted his head blankly, was it hard?

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