Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1228 - Chapter 1228 Chapter 791 First Law of the Void

Chapter 1228: Chapter 791: First Law of the Void Chapter 1228: Chapter 791: First Law of the Void “Cough cough, Old Immortal, here’s the situation.”

“Your Majesty, the thing is…”

However, before Anthony and Negriss could think up a plausible excuse, Ange had already pulled out the Black Crystal Body missing an arm and said, “Found it.”

“Found it? Could it possibly be under the very eyes of the Witch at the end of Eternity Road?” The Monarch looked at the missing arm of the Black Crystal Body and then at Ange’s arm, commenting displeasedly.

Ange shook his head: “Witch, didn’t see.”

Meaning ‘It wasn’t found right under the Witch’s notice.’

Well done, the Monarch slightly leaned his head back, just about to do something, when he was suddenly embraced by Negriss, who pleaded,

“He’s telling the truth, don’t be angry, when we found it, it had no soul. Who knows whose skeleton it was! And since you erased my memory, I can’t remember anything.”

Though Negriss verbally stated this, inside he was laughing uproariously, fully aware of Ange’s infuriating nature. Even when speaking respectfully, he could still exasperate someone terribly.

To prevent the Old Immortal from bursting in anger, Negriss had no choice but to intervene. Why did you erase my memory? Because of that, we don’t recognize your skeleton. Serves you right.

The memory erasure was indeed an excessive act by the Monarch, reminded by Negriss, his momentum suddenly weakened, he huffed a few times and then sighed:

“I was wrong about the memories, always undermining me everywhere. Alright, I won’t blame you for ‘picking up’ my bones, and don’t mention the memory erasure again.”

Negriss sighed in relief, “Okay.”

But quickly realized, “Wait, that’s not right. He picked up your bones, how is that related to me? Why should I not talk about it? Are you pretending? Are you trying to entrap me?”

“Hahaha, let’s settle on that. If you bring it up again, I’ll tie up the Bronze Book and throw it into the pile of bouncy rabbits, let them lick you.” The Monarch didn’t give him any opportunity to renege, laughing heartily as he clapped Negriss on the back, and made the decision.

Bouncy rabbits are small creatures kept in the library to destroy bookworms; they possess sharp senses of smell and can detect which books are infested, then leap over and stick their thin tongues into the book pages, licking away the pests.

For a book without sensory capabilities it might be fine, but for a Bronze Book like Negriss, just the thought of a thin tongue sliding between its pages made its metaphorical skin crawl.

Having teased Negriss, the Monarch said to Ange, “You can use the arm. In the Chaos Plane, crafting a Black Crystal Body is not a difficult task. I’ve spent centuries refining ordinary skeletons into new Black Crystal Bodies, here, the body itself is not what’s important; it’s the soul that matters.”

Anthony couldn’t help but ask, “Your Majesty, what do you mean by that?”

Anthony was best at capturing the essence; he felt a profound and rich implication in the Monarch’s statement.

“Manifestation, here, having a strong soul allows you to manifest a strong body.” As he spoke, the Monarch’s body started expanding rapidly, soon morphing into a gigantic Grim Reaper wielding a scythe.

The entire platform wasn’t even as big as his palm, and when his face got closer, it felt as though an entire plane was smashing toward you.

If Drosa had been here, he would surely recognize it–that was the massive dark shadow he once saw secretly gathering the Chaos Mist!

Shrinking back to his original size, the Monarch said, “This is the Primordial Body I’ve manifested over the years. If you want to wield your true power on the Chaos Plane, you’ll have to find a way to manifest your own Primordial Body.”

Anthony and Negriss just blinked blankly. What the Monarch had said exceeded their understanding.

But Ange got it, nodded his head, and stepped forward; immediately, a golden dragon phantom burst from his body, shaking its vast wings, and rose toward the sky.

This Giant Dragon was unlike any other in the plane–its back broader, its forearms longer, its flesh wings larger.

Negriss felt a deep tremble in his soul, an awe ingrained in his bloodline: “Dragon… Long Long… Dragon God…”

The Monarch exclaimed in shock, “You’ve already learned? When did you learn? Who taught you?”

It was akin to the God of Knowledge wanting to teach a skeleton the computations of temporal trajectories, only to find the skeleton had already completed them.

The ancient dragon’s phantom did not last long before it dissipated, and the Monarch said, “So that’s what an ancient dragon originally looked like. Some fellows in my collected memories have seen the ancient dragon but couldn’t see its full appearance clearly.”

“Alright, now that you have your own Primordial Body, the next step is to repeatedly temper it to make it stronger.” The Monarch seemed somewhat disinterested. How did this little fellow understand more than he did? Was he really just a farming skeleton before?

“Locke, Locke, come here and anchor this place.” Calling Locke over, the Monarch’s original body took off a chain and draped it over Locke.

Ange also dipped his hand into the Liquid of Chaos, then picked it up doubtfully, looking at his palm.

He saw the Liquid of Chaos slowly penetrating his Black Crystal palm, transforming into tiny specks that fell from the back of his hand.

It didn’t leak through gaps in the palm but rather passed through the palm before falling; this overturned Ange’s understanding. Could objects actually pass through other objects?

He scraped his hand through it a few more times to confirm that he wasn’t seeing things wrong: the Liquid of Chaos indeed permeated through his palm, first seeping into the Black Crystal, transforming into stars, then seeping out the other side.

This peculiar change left Ange completely baffled. Why was this happening? Had the laws here changed?

Holding the Liquid of Chaos, Ange flew from the Monarch’s domain, and in a haze of Chaos Mist, he tried again to scoop up the droplets, ending up with the same results. This time, however, the droplets didn’t drip down but dispersed in all directions, quickly mixing with other mists.

Negriss and Anthony curiously watched this scene, equally puzzled. Negriss even said, “There’s only one possibility. This Liquid of Chaos looks like a liquid, but it’s actually not a liquid. How fascinating.”

Ange stepped out of the Divine Realm, stuffed the Liquid of Chaos into it, and simultaneously plucked off one of his fingers and dipped it into the liquid, then closed the Divine Realm.

The Goddess of War and Peace’s Divine Realm possessed the ability to annihilate all living beings, so it was a self-contained system with its own laws. Ange wanted to find out whether the substance penetrating materials was due to these laws.

After waiting for some time, he reopened the Divine Realm to discover the Liquid of Chaos had diffused into mist, and the finger soaked in the liquid showed no change.

It seemed the reason wasn’t so simple. Ange felt his interest piqued and went back to the platform, beginning to endlessly dig out various items.

Seeing his manner, Negriss knew trouble was coming. This looked like an exhaustive trial approach, using a massive comparative analysis to forcibly figure out the characteristics of the Liquid of Chaos.

Just then, a loud bang suddenly came from the center of the platform. Turning to look, they saw Locke holding his left shoulder bone, looking annoyed at the broken chain.

The Monarch quickly asked, “How are you, Locke? Are you alright? Oh dear, your shoulder bone is broken, that’s troublesome. Looks like you can’t anchor this world.”

Locke, not to be outdone, retorted angrily, “I don’t believe it, let’s try again. Tie it to my hardest thigh bone.”

“Forget it, forget it. You couldn’t even bear one chain; I’ll think of another way. Stand still, I’ll fix you up.” The Monarch pulled out the Black Crystal Body that was missing an arm, took off its shoulder bone, and tried to fix it onto Locke’s shoulder.

Unfortunately, Locke couldn’t control the Black Crystal Body, and the attached shoulder bone kept falling off. In the end, he just randomly found a Golden Skeleton’s shoulder bone to replace it. Until this shoulder bone turned to purple-gold, it would be the weakest spot on Locke’s body.

“Now who should I use to anchor the position?” The Monarch’s gaze moved from Negriss to Anthony, then paused, “Hey, where’s Ange?”

He suddenly stepped to the side and then saw Ange, who was tucked behind Anthony, his skeletal frame much thinner than a human body, making it hard to see him from the front.

The Monarch burst into laughter, “I don’t use my eyes to see things; do you think you can hide like that? Come here, anchor the position for me.”

Ange’s head shook like a rattle-drum as he bolted. He wasn’t foolish; anchoring meant he had to stay here and couldn’t go anywhere to farm, something he was not willing to do.

“Ah, you little brat…” The Monarch cursed irritably, then suddenly looked up at the void beyond the platform.

Ange also noticed something and looked up.

Out of the mist of the void, suddenly, a huge…coffin?

It looked more like a coffin, or maybe a shield, a hexagon, larger at the top and smaller at the bottom, resembling a heavy infantry full-body shield. It broke through the Chaos Mist and slowly moved to the front of the platform, a huge emblem at the center of the hexagon slowly flashing.

Though they had never seen this emblem before, amazingly, everyone who saw it for the first time immediately understood what it represented.

“The First Law of the Void–consciousness cannot be created?” Negriss murmured.