Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1377 - Chapter 1377 Chapter 938 Is There a Difference Between These

Chapter 1377: Chapter 938: Is There a Difference Between These Two Choices? Chapter 1377: Chapter 938: Is There a Difference Between These Two Choices? Having slain three God Catchers in a row, that beam of light broke through the encirclement and flew towards Chaotic Burial Mound.

However, this was just the beginning. More God Catchers approached from all directions, and numerous illuminating fireballs were shot into the sky, lighting up the nearby heavens as bright as day.

Four airships descended from the sky, which had obviously been on high alert and only landed upon detecting trouble, rapidly sealing off all escape routes in the front, back, left, and right directions.

Except for landing on the ground, the light had nowhere to go.

Seeing this situation, Monarch was the first to become worried: “Trouble, a big fire is burning the mountain, graves are in danger, and it looks like we’re also being blocked in.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re surrounded too, we need to run now!” The bunny frantically kicked its feet.

“That’s a bit difficult, people are everywhere, we have no choice but to force our way through.” Monarch glanced around and said, “I can only take Ange with me.”

Silver coin understood what Monarch meant and immediately said, “Take the lord and go, I’ll sever the Soul Contact, at most I’ll lose one body.”

It dawned on Nagri finally: “Right, right, take Ange with you, just bury me somewhere random, I don’t believe they’ll be able to dig out a Yellow Mud Book from the mud.”

Silver coin asked, “Should we bury you in a compost pit? They surely won’t go there to look.”

“Nah– Ptooey!” Nagri made a spitting gesture as if spitting in someone’s face.

The bunny was nearly crying: “What time is it? Can you stop joking around and just run, please run faster?”

Nagri replied unconcernedly, “What’s there to fear? If worse comes to worst, we just go back. It’s not like we are going to die.”

Here, apart from Monarch and God of the Swift Wind, everyone else was a projection. Monarch himself had said he could take Ange with him; if he didn’t, their chances of escaping would be greater.

So, the worst-case scenario would be Ange’s consciousness retreating back to his original self.

As for Silver coin and Nagri, Silver coin only needed to sever the Soul Contact and lose a body, while if Nagri buried his Yellow Mud Book in the ground, there’s no belief that these people could dig the muddy book out of the soil, as if it’s archaeology.

The most miserable fate lay with God of the Swift Wind–the bunny was likely to end up as roasted rabbit.

However, that was the worst-case outcome. It wasn’t necessary to go through that trouble. Ange led everyone towards the densest part of the forest, slipping into the woods, weaving left and right, and easily escaped from the encirclement.

The bunny, being carried by Monarch’s hand the whole time, watched, dumbfounded, as a path mysteriously opened in the previously impenetrable forest. Once they passed through, the woods returned to their original state, without any sign of their passage.

And mysteriously, Ange made everyone crouch down, then the surrounding forest canopy came over them. Although they heard several people’s voices drifting by, no one gave their location a second glance.

Thus, they made their uneventful escape from the encirclement, but suddenly, a massive firework exploded behind them, lighting up the entire night sky.

Everyone stared blankly back at the firework, and Nagri muttered, “A deity has fallen.”

Monarch said somewhat despondently, “Yes, a deity has fallen. The gods of this world are too weak; just like that, they were slain by a bunch of mortals.”

“Weak? They don’t seem weak. The way he blew up the God Catchers was quite impressive. Which deity was that? Bunny, do you know him?” Nagri turned to ask God of the Swift Wind.

The bunny shook its head, “I don’t know him, and don’t call me a bunny, I am the God of the Swift Wind.”

Nagri rolled his eyes and pretended to yell out, “Then I’ll call out, here’s God of the Swift Wind!”

The bunny immediately waved its hands, humbly begging, “No no no, just call me bunny, please, if you can, add Swift Wind.”

“Alright bunny, how come you don’t even recognize your own kind? Are there many deities in this world?” Nagri asked.

Swift Wind Rabbit sighed, “There are plenty, an extraordinary number. There are too many inexplicable religious sects. If someone paints a few lines on a tree or a stone and worships it a bit, immediately a bunch of idle people run over to worship. I’ve heard mages saying that according to incomplete statistics, there are at least three hundred million religions in the whole world.”

“Pfft–how many? Thirty? Billion?” Negris thought he had heard the unit wrong.

Even Ange and the Monarch couldn’t help but look over.

“Billion. Every blade of grass, every tree could be worshipped, even rats have believers. Of course, not many ignite the Divine Fire, but with such a huge base number, even if it’s one in a million who ignites the Divine Fire, there are three hundred gods. There’s no way I could know them all,” said the Swift Wind Rabbit.

The Monarch sighed, “I suddenly understand why they want to purge the gods. Three billion gods? What a joke, that’s almost more than the souls under my command.”

The Monarch referred to the time on the Master Plane when he couldn’t muster three billion corpses; the Skeleton Sea at its peak only reached several tens of millions.

Silver coin couldn’t help but add, “Yeah, not to mention anything else, just coming up with names for them would use up a ton of resources. No wonder Wizards say they waste resources and don’t produce anything. I’d want to purge them too if I were in their shoes.”

From questioning the Wizards to understanding them, and then becoming one of them, it only took one number–three billion.

One in a million means there are three hundred; does this world have so many Gods?

With such doubts, Ange and his party hid in the forest for a night, waiting until the Wraith Watchpost completed its surveillance and confirmed that all the God Catchers had left before they returned.

There wasn’t much change at the Chaotic Burial Mound, except for scores of trees being knocked down, vast tracts of graves flattened, bones scattered all over the place, and the Stone Graveyard being bombarded to ruins. There were no other changes.

“The battle was fierce; the god was forced to the ground, some Swordsmen attacked him, Wizards controlled, limiting his movements. These combat traces are very regular, well-coordinated, they were elite,” the Monarch analyzed looking at the traces on the ground.

A real combat expert can see a lot from the traces of battle.

Swift Wind Rabbit immediately agreed, “Yes, their coordination was really good. Even though they had a powerful magic commander controlling the formation, the ones who actually fought were the ordinary Swordsmen and Wizards, and their cooperation was excellent, just like an army. It was only when I was escaping that the commander took action.”

The Monarch couldn’t help but rub his hands together, somewhat excitedly, “No, this way of fighting is too interesting. Can ordinary Swordsmen and Wizards exert such great combat power through coordination? I must find an opportunity to study it in detail.”

The destruction of the Stone Graveyard brought another advantage; the God Catchers did not go inside and did not find the Tree of the Dead.

After checking the situation and finding it didn’t affect their continued stay, Silver coin took out a scroll and said, “My Lord, I forgot to say, I’ve bought this valley.”

It wasn’t that he forgot, he just didn’t dare to. As soon as he arrived, he encountered the God Catchers and had to run. If he had pulled out the scroll then, would Ange run or not?

Silver coin would never be so foolish as to put Ange in such a dilemma. Ange wouldn’t think too much, but Negris would definitely nag about it.

Now that they’ve decided not to leave, this was the perfect time to bring it up–even Negris couldn’t help asking, “How did you think to buy this place? How much did it cost you?”

Silver coin answered, “Two hundred Demon Crystals for operating funds, the land was free, planning it as a graveyard, Nagi is the night watchman.”

If it were the old, innocent Negris, he wouldn’t have understood what ‘operating funds’ meant, but now he was tainted and understood immediately, “Just call it a bribe, no need for ‘operating funds.'”

Silver coin, though he disagreed, did not argue but said, “I was thinking, if my Lord is to live here long-term, then we should buy more Mechanical Birds for planting to act as labor for the graveyard. One Mechanical Bird here stands out, a bunch of Mechanical Birds here, and my Lord would not be so noticeable.”

“Good idea, and collect the corpses too. The more corpses there are, the stronger the breath of death. Plant more Trees of the Dead for production, transformation, and absorption all in one go,” Negris exclaimed with approval.

“Then I’ll take my leave,” said Silver coin as he mounted the Mechanical Bird and departed.

Once Silver coin had left, they finally had time to deal with the Swift Wind Rabbit. The Monarch, not familiar with the Divine Power System, twisted the rabbit’s neck to face Ange, and asked, “Alright, you have two choices, surrender or pledge loyalty?”

The Swift Wind Rabbit tilted its head, puzzled, “Is there a difference between the two?”

No, so the rabbit had only one choice–to surrender and pledge loyalty.

As its Divine Mark was held in Ange’s right hand, Ange tilted his head, made a grabbing gesture toward the ground and wisps of Divine Power converged, forming another Imprint in his left hand.

Negris suddenly remembered the scene from the Star Burst Plane, at Godfall Town, where Ange had grabbed the Imprint of the Goddess of War and Peace the same way, and immediately said, “That couldn’t be the Imprint of the god who got exploded, right? Quick, quick, put it into a Blank God Statue, uh, you don’t have a Blank God Statue?”