Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1459 - 1020: Sin God, Fall Back!

Chapter 1459: Chapter 1020: Sin God, Fall Back!

The Goddess of Dawn clearly had no prior experience dealing with the pitfalls of demon contracts. This brief pact was a textbook example of one.

"Mutual development"—how exactly do we define that? If I develop to a republic of the Stellaris and you remain at a tribal-slavery system in the desert oasis, does that count? There’s no absolute right or wrong in systems, only what’s suitable. Maybe the tribal-slavery system suits you better?

"Shared faith"—the Lord of Light and the Goddess of Dawn sharing faith? That means I can share my Power of Light with you, and you can share your Power of Dawn with me. Using the Power of Light to exchange for the Dawn Origin—well, even a silver coin would call Anthony a crafty dealer for this.

This clause was Anthony’s true objective, and Ange’s Divine Oracle had already foreseen it.

As for the subsequent mutual assistance and joint defense, to what extent should one help the other? How should the defense be executed? Following you around, with Ange protecting you—does that count as joint defense?

And the most shameless part was the signature. The pact was signed by the Lord of Light—what does this have to do with the Pope of Light? At worst, just kill Shah to vent your anger, and the Lord will resurrect him later anyway. Shah’s the true Archbishop of Light in the first place.

Still, while the pact left much room for maneuvering, Anthony had no immediate plans to breach it. If he could manage to bring the Goddess of Dawn out of here, having her do manual labor would still be a good deal. Marriage overseen by the Goddess of Dawn, coupled with fertility controlled by Lisa’s Harvest Goddess—it would be a perfect partnership.

Thinking along these lines, Anthony put on his act, veins bulging on his face as he said "angrily," "You lied to me? You’ve been imprisoned here all along? You can’t even fulfill the pact? How despicable! Why would you deceive me? You’re so underhanded!"

The Goddess of Dawn’s expression turned awkward. Twisting her fingers, she said, "You were the one who wanted to sign a pact. My priest merely said you came to visit me; no one mentioned any pact."

"You..." Anthony put on a livid expression, glaring "angrily" at the Goddess of Dawn.

Appearing to realize her guilt, the Goddess of Dawn averted her gaze, shrinking her neck slightly as she timidly tried to back away. Apparently, being deceitful didn’t come easily to her, and she felt burdened by it.

Seeing the timing was just about right, Anthony "angrily" demanded, "What else are you hiding from me? Speak! Why are you trapped here? If you can’t be honest with your allies, there’s no way the pact can be upheld."

The Goddess of Dawn exhaled a sigh of relief and quickly explained, "This moving prison was specifically created to incarcerate me. They couldn’t destroy me, so they had to construct a spatial moving prison to contain me."

"They? Who are they? Unable to destroy you?" Anthony scrutinized the Goddess of Dawn with a curious gaze.

Compared to ordinary gods, the Goddess of Dawn’s form was disproportionately small, with none of the typical oppressive presence. Normally, gods would manifest in enormous forms to project their dominance, as sheer size is the most straightforward and potent form of pressure.

Of course, that applies to ordinary gods. At the level of the Ancient Gods, size equates to power—smaller forms simply cannot contain sufficient energy.

As for those at the Origin level, their numbers were so minuscule that there weren’t enough samples to deduce patterns.

The Goddess of Dawn’s frame was indeed diminutive. Her upper body resembled an ordinary human’s, but her overly wide skirt gave the illusion of a larger stature. To Anthony, however, she didn’t come across as someone requiring a specialized prison to contain her.

"I don’t know who they are. They wanted to kill me but couldn’t, so they trapped me in here instead. The space here is divided into countless sections, which keep shifting. Whenever I move toward one direction to enter the next section, it shifts again, causing me to lose my bearings. Unless I can pass through all the spaces in a short period, I’ll never escape." The Goddess of Dawn explained.

Anthony finally understood. It was like playing chess on a dynamically shifting board. One might aim to capture the King, but as the tiles shift, they could end up in the path of a Magic Crystal Cannon instead. Beyond an intellect like Negris, most wouldn’t even be capable of playing such a game.

If one couldn’t calculate the trajectory of spatial shifts, it would indeed be nearly impossible to escape—unless they had someone like Feiti, whose rapid speed could traverse multiple spaces in just a few bounds.

"Can’t you teleport out?" Anthony asked.

The Goddess of Dawn shook her head. "There’s no Teleportation Array here."

Anthony took out several teleportation stones, spending some time assembling them into a small Teleportation Array. After activating it, however, he found it couldn’t connect to other arrays.

It wasn’t that the connection failed—it was worse. Each time it seemed to detect an array and was about to link, all the connection points would flicker briefly and then reset.

This was more dangerous than an outright failure. Even if a connection could be established, Anthony wouldn’t dare to teleport. What if the connection blinked mid-teleportation? He’d end up being sliced into several pieces.

If the Teleportation Array was like this, Teleportation Scrolls were bound to have the same issue. Anthony tore open a scroll, wrapped a piece of clothing in it, and tossed it ahead of him.

The scroll glowed white, and the clothing vanished.

Anthony used Soul Call to confirm, "My Lord, did you receive the teleportation?"

Ange nodded and pulled Negris into the Soul Contact for a response. Negris replied, "Received it, but it was ejected from the side of the teleportation array. The clothing was shredded into about seventeen or eighteen pieces, scattered outward in a radial pattern. It seems spatial stress tore it apart during the transmission."

No teleportation option was viable; their only choice was to locate an exit directly. Through the Soul Contact, Anthony asked, "How should I proceed?"

Negris answered, "It’s simple. Match your movements to the rhythm of spatial shifts. Every shift represents one space; follow this sequence: up, up, down, down, left, right, left."

Under Negris’ guidance, Anthony and the Goddess of Dawn began racing through the pitch-black void.

It wasn’t an easy feat. Each section of space was substantial in size, requiring time to traverse from one end to the other. They had to reach the boundary before the next spatial shift, or the sequence would change, forcing them to recalculate.

Reaching the edge of the first space, Anthony went straight through, entering the second "grid." However, while Anthony could effortlessly pass through the invisible boundary between spaces, the Goddess of Dawn couldn’t.

When she attempted to cross, her form stretched out like a layer of adhesive between two glass panes before reemerging on the other side.

Anthony curiously extended his hand to the boundary, but felt nothing. Clearly, this boundary only applied to the Goddess of Dawn.

There was no time for analysis. The two pressed onward, following Negris’ instructions. When they entered the seventh grid, something appeared in the next: a platform with only a solitary door standing on it.

Both Anthony and the Goddess of Dawn felt a surge of excitement and accelerated toward the platform.

Crossing through the void, they stepped into the grid containing the platform. Before Anthony could stabilize himself, a phantom materialized atop the platform. Its gaze locked onto Anthony, glowing red. A booming voice reverberated through the space: "Sin God, retreat!"