Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1239 - Chapter 1239 Chapter 802 Booger This Big Stunted Growth

Chapter 1239: Chapter 802: Booger This Big, Stunted Growth? Chapter 1239: Chapter 802: Booger This Big, Stunted Growth? Abyssal Big Mouth was taken aback, “It wasn’t me who brought them, they’re not my people.”

“Then whose are they? You just got the Ancient Divine Light Fragment, and these people appear. Isn’t that too much of a coincidence if they’re not yours?” Anthony said, clearly not believing a word.

“I… this… that…” It realized what Anthony said made sense, it wouldn’t believe it either, but the problem was that it was just a projection, and these people had nothing to do with it.

“It’s the Dark Origin, they have been gathering on the periphery, it really wasn’t me, this sound of the battle drum, it’s the noise of the Iron Belly from the Dark Origin,” Abyssal Big Mouth tried its best to explain.

Who would have thought it’d see such a day? Since when did the Abyssal Big Mouth, of all beings, have to explain itself to others?

But if it didn’t explain, the Undead Ruler really would chop it, even though this was just an avatar, and normally losing it wouldn’t matter, but now it had a piece of the Ancient Divine Light Fragment in its belly, which it couldn’t afford to lose.

“It’s impossible, I just chopped up an avatar of the Dark Origin not long ago, there’s no way it would come to provoke me,” the Monarch said, pressing down the scythe in his hand.

“But that is the sound of Iron Belly, really not my people,” Abyssal Big Mouth argued weakly.

It didn’t have much contact with people like Anthony, completely unaware of just how capable these fellows were at twisting truth and fabricating lies, any nonsense they could justify. Now faced with such clear evidence, how could it not be exploited by them?

“Do you have any evidence to prove they are not your people? Tell us about this Iron Belly and the Dark Origin, if you get it right, we’ll believe you,” Anthony said.

Abyssal Big Mouth realized something was amiss, but providing information about creatures it had no relation with in exchange for their trust wasn’t such a bad deal, and it would be ideal if it could stir up strife among them.

It would be best if the Undead Ruler and the Dark Abyss could fight and both suffer losses–No, that also wouldn’t do, the Undead Ruler had better not get injured, there was still the matter of dealing with the Void Will later.

With this in mind, Abyssal Big Mouth realized that the more detailed and complete the information it provided, the more advantageous it would be for everyone. Having thought this through, Abyssal Big Mouth said:

“This Iron Belly is a powerful Ancient God, it is the strongest among the Ancient Gods under the Dark Origin. Slapping its belly creates this space-vibrating sound of battle drums, the sound is actually transmitted through darkness. When it pats its swollen belly and then breathes out, the Dark Breath it emits is incredibly powerful, capable of easily shattering a Master Plane.”

Everyone perked up at this, especially when Abyssal Big Mouth emphasized ‘Master’ Plane, immediately understanding the strength of Iron Belly.

The so-called ‘Master’ Planes are those with balanced elements, capable of nurturing life with strong Plane Barriers and typically vast in size.

The Abyss Dimensions vary in size and shape, with unbalanced elements, no barriers, incapable of nurturing life. Only creatures like Element Creatures, Demons, and Undead, which have especially tenacious life forces, can survive there, which is a completely different concept from the Master Planes.

An attack that could shatter a Master Plane must at least be on the level of that of the World-destroying Starfire.

The Monarch looked down at the platform under his feet and quickly removed the chains from his own body.

“Beside Iron Belly, the Dark Legion of Giant Angels under the Dark Origin is also frightening. My Chaos Holy Spirit Legion was modeled after it, except I don’t have a great grasp of the mysteries of darkness and could only increase the numbers,” Abyssal Big Mouth said.

“What you’re calling the mysteries of darkness, it must be the unseen Element everywhere in the Void, we call it the Dark Element, from now on just say Dark Element, otherwise it can get confusing,” Negriss said.

“Lord Nage, why are you correcting this now? Lord Abyss, continue about this Giant Angel Dark Legion, how formidable are they? What’s their number?” Anthony was flexible, even calling ‘Lord,’ his demeanor radiating enthusiasm.

“There are twelve Giant Angels. I’m not sure how formidable it’s, they didn’t dare to provoke me. In addition, the Dark Origin also has the Monument of Ten Thousand Realms upon which it has inscribed the Dark Origin Imprint. Within a certain range, the mysteries of the Dark… um, I mean the Dark Element you mentioned, become especially active and its abundance is increased several-fold,” Abyssal Big Mouth said.

Anthony held down Negriss’s shoulder in advance, a gesture for Negriss to stay silent.

Due to their frequent collaboration, Anthony and Negriss had gotten to where they conversed seamlessly – their main tactic being “Negriss speaks recklessly, and Anthony picks up the pieces.”

However, sometimes Negriss would overshare secrets in his recklessness, and Anthony would cut him off in advance and then ask himself, “The Monument of Ten Thousand Realms? How many of these monuments are there in this world?”

“Three,” the Abyssal Big Mouth said.

“Three? That many? What are they called?” Anthony asked.

“Do you know about the one associated with the Void Will? It’s called Famerbis, right? That’s the only one with a name, the only one with consciousness,” the Abyssal Big Mouth asked back.

Anthony and Negriss looked at each other, surprised. Really sharp, that one. Out of the three monuments, only Famerbis has consciousness?

“Anything else? Does the dark abyss command any other powers?” Anthony asked.

“The rest are just some Ancient Gods that depend on it. Their strength varies, and I’m not very clear on the details.” The Abyssal Big Mouth shrugged.

After thinking for a moment, Anthony finally asked, “What about the Dark Origin? What are the capabilities of the Dark Origin?”

“It is the source of all darkness; whatever abilities dark elements have, it possesses,” the Abyssal Big Mouth replied.

What abilities do dark elements have? The greatest strength of dark elements is their high energy density, even higher than that of the Faith Elemental Force. As everyone couldn’t help but grow solemn at this thought, the Abyssal Big Mouth then said:

“There’s no need to worry about encountering the Dark Origin itself. Its main body was sealed somewhere by the Void Will, and you might encounter its avatars at most. But, the Undead Ruler, you’ve already chopped up one of them, so its avatars pose no threat to you.”

As soon as the Abyssal Big Mouth finished speaking, the sound of war drums exploded. The Chaos Mist surrounding the platform was dispersed by an invisible force, creating a vast open area. At the other end of the area, a team of Giant Angels was guarding a… a toad?

The ‘toad’ propped itself up on two long legs, pounding on its belly with its webbed hands, each beat of the war drums emanating from its Big Mouth.

“Is this Iron Belly? Why do all these Ancient Gods look so specific, either like a toad, or a snail, or a mantis or a cuttlefish? Really strange,” Negriss couldn’t help but blurt out.

The Abyssal Big Mouth blinked with a puzzled expression, asking, “Don’t you know? Aside from us who are Origins, the other Ancient Gods are manifestations of a group consciousness. A collective will requires a shared image, so naturally, the creatures people commonly see become the templates for materialization.”

“Hiss–”

“Woo–”

“Roar–”

The Ancient Gods, other than the Origin, are manifestations of a group consciousness? Doesn’t that mean, in essence, they are no different from the gods?

Gods are essentially shared imaginations of group consciousness, and religion is the organization formed to construct these shared imaginations.

“Good heavens,” the Ancient Gods, the ancient deities of shared imagination, are totems. This translation is correct, not done haphazardly, in contrast to the new gods formed by religious organizations. They lack God Status because they are totems; they are God Status themselves, the primal God Status.”

“They absorb Chaos Mist, so Chaos Mist is a form of primal Faith Elemental Force. Ange uses Chaos Mist to materialize matter, which is essentially just using Divine Power. It all connects now; it all makes sense. We haven’t come to the Chaos Plane; we’ve arrived in the world of the gods.”

Lost in thought, Negriss exclaimed, their arrival in the Chaos Plane tying together all their questions like a skewer through kebabs, sizzling and savory.

Iron Belly on the opposite side seemed to hear Negriss’s exclamation and looked over, immediately saying disdainfully, “These yellowish scales, could it be the offspring of a Bone Dragon? Barely the size of boogers, stunted growth?”