Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1233 - Chapter 1233 Chapter 796 Dont die dont die I will save you

Chapter 1233: Chapter 796: Don’t die, don’t die! I will save you! Chapter 1233: Chapter 796: Don’t die, don’t die! I will save you! First like this, then like that, and when I encountered parts that couldn’t be disassembled, I used the Freckle Removal Technique like sizzling all the way, quickly taking apart all of Famerbis’s “coffin boards,” revealing an energy orb entangled by countless imprints.

“Hey?” The Monarch leaned in.

“Hey?” Anthony and Negris also leaned in.

Looking at this energy orb, then at the Liquid of Chaos, “Why does it look so similar? Is your core made of Chaos Mist?”

The Monarch immediately shook his head, “No, it looks similar, but it’s not the same thing; its energy is more orderly.”

Negris nodded too, “Right, orderly, stable, just like the difference between light and Holy Light, this is a stable form of the Liquid of Chaos.”

From the moment Ange leaned in to the point where all the shells were lifted off, Famerbis was confused because it never imagined being treated this way.

Just like a subterranean dweller facing enemies would certainly crawl, not considering the concept of flying, because it lacks the concept of flight.

Famerbis had also never conceived of someone peeling off its shell. If you’re gonna kill me, just do it; why peel off my shell? Searching for a method to the Law Inscription?

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t, why are you peeling off my shell? This is the most primitive power of the Void; you can’t control it, don’t mess around. Don’t you want to revive the Ancient Godlight and the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms? Be careful, if you ruin it, it’s gone.” Famerbis frantically yelled out.

Anthony’s eyes shifted, and he whispered a few words to Ange, who nodded and then pulled out the Lightning.

“If we ruin it, we ruin it, no big deal. We only want your body, not your core. The most primitive power of the Void certainly isn’t that fragile. The real question is whether your consciousness can withstand it. What if we use too much force and turn you into an idiot, huh? Will you drool? Becoming an idiot, you won’t be able to control yourself from drooling and looking all twisted and slobbering, so unsightly. But surely no one has seen a Void Law Tablet drool. Hanging it at the market entrance and charging admission for the exhibit might work. Invite Big Mouth and the others to see, and then spread your legendary story far and wide, how about that? ‘The Idiot Void Law Tablet’…”

Lightning’s ceaseless prattle was essentially a powerful Mental Attack, making Famerbis restless and exceptionally emotionally unstable.

The core of Famerbis was a stable energy orb. As its emotions fluctuated, the energy orb began to move toward instability. Ange seized the opportunity and started to dissect its imprints.

With each imprint removed, it was stuffed into the Bronze Book, and they immediately manifested corresponding forms within the Bronze Book.

“Hey, isn’t this Drosa’s imprint? How come even such a low-level imprint is present? What, are you collecting trash?” Negris said, surprised.

As soon as Negris spoke, Lightning immediately stopped babbling, practically saving Famerbis’s life, pulling it back from the brink of a mental breakdown.

Taking a deep breath, Famerbis hurriedly said, “There are no low-level imprints, only low-level Ancient Gods. Even the most basic temperature imprint, under the control of a powerful Ancient God, can destroy…”

At this point, Famerbis suddenly thought of something and shut his mouth.

“Destroy what? Come on, speak up, what are you destroying? Destruction? Disfigurement? Defamation? Are you defaming me? What exactly is being destroyed, huh? You can’t just say half and leave the rest, can you? Y=&#Y=**…(%…”

Under Lightning’s Mental Attack, Ange disassembled nearly all of the imprints, leaving only one.

“Can’t take this one apart; it’s his.” Ange said.

“So many imprints, and only one is his? Drosa, when did you give him your imprint?” While Ange was disassembling imprints, Drosa had already been called over to be questioned about his imprint.

Drosa said with difficulty, “I’ve given my imprint to many, the core of the Starburst Array uses my imprint; it’s a kind of lingering force field, and only within this lingering field can the Force of Faith be constrained to one area for overlapping accumulation to release its greatest power.”

Negris suddenly realized, “Oh, so this is the lingering force field? Isn’t that just like the constraining field.”

Now wasn’t the time to delve into principles. After a brief discussion, Negris shooed Drosa to the side.

“Alright, now everything has been disassembled. We just need to find this type of energy force, replicate this imprint, and we can recreate another Law Tablet,” Negris concluded.

Anthony also said, “This type of power is very similar to that of the Chaos Mist, only more orderly. Couldn’t we try infusing Chaos Mist with intent to sanctify it, making it orderly?”

“As for how to replicate this Imprint? No need for replication, just let him offer up the Imprint to establish Soul Contact, and Ange can use his Imprint,” Negriss said.

At this point, everyone turned their eyes to Famerbis: “Are you willing to offer up your Imprint?”

“No… I’m not willing, you… I’ve heard everything you said,” Famerbis said somewhat frantically.

At the moment, his mood was extremely irritable. For one thing, he was spiritually contaminated by the incessant Lightning, which kept him from calming down, and on the other hand, Ange and the others didn’t exclude him from their discussions, so he heard everything about how they intended to deal with him. How stupid would he have to be to hand over his own Imprint and let them replicate him?

Everyone else didn’t care and continued discussing: “If it’s unwilling, then we still have to try replicating its Imprint. Should we have the Goddess of Redemption do it?”

“Is that possible? Can the Goddess of Redemption manage it? I hope it doesn’t just explode with a single shock,” Anthony said worriedly.

“No worries, just give it a beating, a beating until it’s at its last gasp,” Ange said, having already brought out the Goddess of Redemption and with a brief explanation, the Goddess weakly nodded: “I’ve never tried, but I can give it a shot.”

“You don’t need to be afraid,” Negriss consoled. “You’re connected with Ange by Soul Contact. If there’s backlash, he’d be scared to bear it for you.”

With this, the Goddess of Redemption felt emboldened and, rubbing her hands in preparation, said: “That’s good then, my Lord. Watch me, but can I be compensated in Elf Beans, just like Lord Starfire?”

“What do you want Elf Beans for?” Negriss asked curiously.

“To feed the dog,” the Goddess of Redemption replied.

“A dog? Where did you get a dog?” Negriss asked, baffled.

“I brought it from the Master Plane, Big Head, come and pay respects to the Lord,” the Goddess summoned as she spoke.

Immediately behind her, a vortex split open, connecting to her Divine Realm, and an angry voice came through: “Damn it, I’m the guardian of hell, not your pet. If you keep this up, I’m going to bite your big–Woof~”

Three big heads squeezed out of the vortex, ranting and roaring, but before they could finish, they saw several powerful beings staring at them, one of whom looked particularly familiar.

Frightened, it shrank all three heads into one and squeezed the rest of its body out of the vortex, shrinking into a tiny puppy and letting out a weak woof.

Negriss laughed till his face split: “Isn’t this the hellhound summoned in the Black Mountain Kingdom, so nice to see you again. Who did you want to bite?”

The small puppy frantically shook its head.

“Negriss continued: “Still need Elf Beans to pet it? Just hand it over to Pink Hem for training, and it will be docile in no time. Pink Hem, come here.”

Pink Hem jogged over, picked up the hellhound, and while being taken away, the little puppy trembled since it realized it was being carried by a Demon Monarch; it might not fear the heretic Goddess, but it certainly feared the Monarch of Demons.

However, upon seeing the Little Demon King, it was so scared it nearly lost all its fur; after all, this being was an ancestor of demons.

With those matters handled, everyone’s attention returned to Famerbis.

At this point, Famerbis didn’t even know what to say anymore, feeling completely overlooked. The distraction of the demon dog was equivalent to someone fiddling with an anthill on their way to the guillotine.

“Alright, Goddess of Redemption, get ready, start,” Negriss shouted.

Ange immediately swung his fists, repeatedly pummeling Famerbis.

“You’re serious! Don’t! Please!” Famerbis yelled incredulously, instinctively sustaining his last Imprint.

The whole process was farcical. He had thought that Ange and the others were joking, this idea of beating him up to replicate his Imprint–could they really do this? Only when Ange began to attack did he realize this was no joke; they meant business.

As soon as the Imprint was sustained, the Goddess of Redemption flew forth and embraced it tightly: “Don’t die, don’t die! I’ll save you!”