Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1313 - Chapter 1313 Chapter 876 This Light Is Poisonous

Chapter 1313: Chapter 876: This Light, Is Poisonous Chapter 1313: Chapter 876: This Light, Is Poisonous On the Chaos Plane, the once white Ancient Godlight expanded rapidly, turning from white to red, and its brightness plummeted. Then, a crimson giant burst forth from the red sphere of light, continuing to expand, transforming into an enormous Red Giant.

The Red Giant had already exceeded the bounds of comprehension; even if a plane were placed next to it, it might not be as large as its palm. Yet, it still kept on expanding, and the voice of the Ancient Godlight emanated from the Red Giant, “The world shall return to chaos, and since you refuse to offer yourselves, then let chaos be your rebirth.”

No sooner had the Red Giant spoken than Ange withdrew his gaze and bowed his head toward his own body, which was smoking under the reflection of the red light.

“Ah! So hot!” Negris couldn’t help but let out a terrible scream and whooshed behind Ange, but in that brief instant, its thin membranous wings had already started to smoke.

Anthony first summoned the Divine Body, but it dissolved in less than two seconds, scaring him into hastily retreating behind Negris.

Only the Little Sapling bravely opened its True Leaves, transforming into two large leaf blades to shield Ange’s front.

Sizzling, the leaf blades began to smoke and curl. The Little Sapling sent out an intense message: Hot–so–hot–

Despite its cries of heat, the Little Sapling did not draw back. Instead, it grew forcefully, the leaves becoming longer, thicker, and tougher.

The surface of the leaves was scorched, but as the leaves thickened, the charred part at the front made it harder for heat to penetrate, slowing the rate of charring on the back.

Still, the heat was transmitted, and suddenly, the newly charred layer revealed a grid-like hollow structure–the perfect insulating layer that made it difficult for the heat to pass through.

A few layers of these fine grids stacked together completely blocked the heat damage from the red light.

The Little Sapling managed to hold it off, but the God of Life and the Monarch were not so fortunate.

The Chaos Mist, which had taken the form of a face and white chains, started to dissolve like snowflakes as the red light spread, with the dissolution growing wider. The distant mist, not yet near, turned and fled at an even higher speed.

In theory, the Ancient Godlight could promote the growth of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, but the huge branches the God of Life had just grown by absorbing the Godlight blackened and broke apart at a faster rate, even catching fire outright.

The God of Life emerged from Ange’s shoulder, somewhat annoyed, and said, “Ptooey, this light, it’s toxic.”

It was rare to hear an ever-leisurely God of Life show such vexation. It seemed that the toxin was no trivial matter.

From behind Anthony, the tightly curled and well-hidden Abyssal Big Mouth spoke, “It’s the Red Giant State, the Red Giant State; the Ancient Godlight is desperate.”

“Red Giant State? What is that? Have you seen it?” Anthony immediately turned his head and asked, seizing on the key point.

“Yes, the Red Giant State of the Ancient Godlight. Legend has it that its Red Giant State is larger than the whole Chaos Plane, capable of devouring the entire plane. Who told the story? Of course, it was the God of Tree. I haven’t seen it myself. The God of Tree wants to prevent the collapse of the Void; being devoured by the Red Giant State is also a form of collapse,” explained Abyssal Big Mouth.

“Could it be,” Anthony wondered aloud, “that ‘the world shall ultimately return to chaos’ refers to the Ancient Godlight’s Red Giant State burning the entire Chaos Plane, turning it into a state of utter disorder?”

“Possible. We all can’t withstand the damage from the Red Giant light, only the Little Tree God can hold it off. What should we do? Send the Little Tree God to fight?” asked Abyssal Big Mouth.

In the dialogue, the Abyssal Big Mouth rarely referred to the Little Sapling as the Little Tree God. They had always looked down on the tender Little Sapling, thinking that without Ange’s protection, it would have been charred long ago. They had not expected to have been so mistaken.

Everyone looked at Ange, and Ange said just one word: “Run.”

As soon as the word left his lips, the massive palm of the Red Giant swept by. It was truly a huge palm, easily larger than the Master Plane, capable of squeezing an entire plane like an orange. This swipe would essentially block all chances to dodge unless one could blink halfway across a plane’s distance.

Ange swiftly pressed everyone into a space, spread his wings, and transformed into the Muscle Dragon God with a wide back–the same form he morphed into when flying toward the anchor point.

By now, Ange had several forms of Dragon God. If the initial human form of Dragon God was first tier, then this Muscle Dragon God with a wide back was at least fourth tier. And the one he manifested in the Consciousness Space, with wingspan as vast as a plane itself, must be the true form of an ancient dragon.

Regrettably, he could not yet transform into the complete form, but his current form was already incredibly swift. His back wings flapped, propelling his form forward in a blur, as if he were performing constant instantaneous flickers.

With such a flash, he did move half a plane’s distance away, narrowly avoiding the Red Giant’s massive palm.

The Red Giant tried to strike at him again but could no longer reach; it seemed to have lost the ability to move, only able to watch helplessly as Ange flew away and continued to grow in silence.

Ange had flown a certain distance, escaping the range of the red light, when the Monarch finally caught up to him, materializing his form in somewhat of a disheveled state, “Almost seared my soul, Kvada, what the hell is that thing?”

“Red Giant State,” Ange replied.

“What state?”

Ange quickly pulled out Anthony and the others to listen to the description of the Red Giant State. After hearing it, the Monarch furrowed his brow, “I couldn’t foresee this scene with the Power of the Prophet. It seems its strength surpasses mine.”

“Surpasses you as you are now?” Negris was astonished.

According to the Monarch, he was the king of all the Undead in the Void, including the original Ancient Godlight. That meant all the Chaos Mist of the entire Chaos Plane was his power. Could it be that all the combined strength of the Chaos Mist was still weaker than the divine light of the Red Giant State?

“Of course, I’m talking about me now; in the past, I could only see as far as the Faith Storms,” the Monarch said.

“But you also can’t clearly see Ange’s future. Does that mean his strength surpasses yours too?” Negris asked doubtfully.

The Monarch smiled contentedly, “It’s unclear, and every time I see something different. This means that Ange’s future is beyond my vision, and he’s definitely going to surpass me.”

At this point, the Monarch’s tone shifted, “Alright, you guys go ahead, I’ll meet it. No matter what Red Giant State it is, I’ll chop it into seventeen or eighteen pieces and see where it can still be giant.”

“No way, you’ve already said its strength surpasses yours, why are you still insisting on fighting it? Let’s run first,” Negris urged anxiously, sensing a bad premonition.

“When have you ever seen a fleeing Undead King? You guys go ahead.” The Chaos Mist continuously gathered around, manifesting into the Monarch’s body, making his form increasingly larger.

Negris grew frantic and cursed, “Why are you posing so strong? Weren’t you running away often in the past? Who was it that boasted every day about being a little skeleton, playing dead, running away, and ambushing others? Wasn’t it you? Wasn’t it you?”

The Monarch was embarrassed, his past tall tales now being thrown back in his face was just too awkward.

At that moment, Ange suddenly said, “King, give me, power.”

The Monarch frowned, “Give you power? What power?”

Ange pointed towards the Chaos Mist.

The Monarch frowned even more, “Stop joking, this is my battle. I command the power of the old Ancient Godlight, fighting against the newly born Ancient Godlight. This is a destined battle of life and death, don’t interfere, go, let me fight with more peace of mind.”

Negris rolled his eyes, “You’ve read too many Knight novels, haven’t you? Later, ask Anthony to clean you up, I think it’s best to listen to Ange. He’s usually silent, but when he takes the initiative to speak up, he probably has some idea, right, Ange?”

Ange nodded.

“What kind of idea could you have?” the Monarch asked, half-doubtful, half-believing, looking at Ange. The Chaotic Power in his hands could contend with the Red Giant for a while, and if the Chaotic Power were given to Ange, and they were unable to withstand the Red Giant, the annihilation of the Void would happen in an instant.

Ange scratched his head, wanting to explain, but a thousand words ultimately condensed into three, “Have, a way.”

“You really have a way? You can’t take risks; your soul is connected to everyone else’s soul, unlike mine, which is only connected to Locke. If I die, two die; if you die, a multitude die,” the Monarch said hesitantly.

Ange shook his head as the Libra God Statue emerged from his body, raising his hands as he floated forward.

Seeing the only Libra God Statue among the Gods of Light that had once caused him concern, the Monarch pondered and then thrust his form forward, his previously solid body dissolving into mist and surging toward Ange.

In the distance, more Chaos Mist shifted its focus, endlessly pouring towards Ange.

The Monarch, having released most of his Chaotic Power, retreated to one side with mixed emotions. In this moment, he chose to trust Ange and also relinquished all of his power, no longer able to control his own destiny.