Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1480 - 1041: It’s Too Much to Call for Little Ghost

Chapter 1480: Chapter 1041: It’s Too Much to Call for Little Ghost

Ange pulled Anthony into the consciousness space, quickly explained the situation, leaving the busy Anthony utterly stunned:

"What are the odds? The Lord of Omniscience was intentionally killed? And their corpse was deliberately left here to... do something? Did we accidentally ruin their plans? And now they’ve sent a few dragons to reclaim the body? And the dragons are transparent?"

Negris nodded, replying, "Yes, that’s exactly the situation. Ange and I are hiding on the serpent’s body, planning to let them drag us along with it."

"They haven’t noticed you? The serpent’s body is smooth and bare," Anthony asked, confusion clear in his voice.

"There’s a layer of dirt on the serpent’s body. We’re hiding in it. But mostly, it’s thanks to the Little Sapling. No one can see through its concealment." The transparent dragons had used consciousness scans over the burial spot but found nothing.

"So they’re going to drag the body of the Lord back to their lair? Wouldn’t that scare them when they get there? By the way, what kind of dragon is a transparent dragon? Are there such breeds in the Dragon Clan?" Anthony queried.

Negris shook his head. "Of course not. Transparent dragons don’t exist, neither do white dragons. Who knows where these came from? Perhaps they’re hybrids or mutants."

Dragons have a unique racial talent: they can hybridize with any living species. Even if their body sizes are mismatched, they can shapeshift into a compatible form. That’s why creatures like Little Dragon Men or other dragonkin exist.

Yet, dragonkin and true dragons are different. Ogri the White Dragon and these transparent dragons don’t resemble dragonkin but more like primordial dragons. But why would primordial dragons appear in this world?

Even with their unique racial talents, dragons shouldn’t be able to cross the Boundless Space Hole, right?

"Did you overhear anything about what they’re planning to do with the Lord of Omniscience’s corpse?" Anthony inquired.

Negris shook his head. "No clue. Those transparent dragons don’t know either. They just mentioned moving the serpent’s corpse to a new place. The rest of the time, they were cursing that foul-mouthed Divine Fire—oh, the Undying Divine Fire."

Anthony furrowed his brow, then nodded. "Yeah, that Divine Fire does have a filthy mouth. I guess all we can do now is wait until they bring the body to its destination. Should we prepare for anything? Could their forces be strong?"

The entity that had clashed with Ange was no pushover. Even with Ange harnessing the power of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms and the God of Light, he merely severed the connection with the Undying Divine Fire but didn’t triumph. The enemy’s strength remained an enigma for now.

The transparent dragons flew exceptionally fast. Compared to Ogri’s family, they were equally impressive. When their wings flapped, invisible waves of Origin Power rippled from their wingtips, propelling them forward at great speed.

Three days later, they arrived at a densely cluttered void.

Why call it cluttered? Because debris floated everywhere—stones, ice chunks, wooden beams, bricks, walls, corpses... spreading over an expanse of hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

It was obviously a site of planar destruction, similar to the Land of Shattering in the Friel Empire. By the way, the goblin You Si’s airship factory there had already been bought out by a silver coin.

The devastation of this plane was far more severe than the Land of Shattering. Large remnants were nearly non-existent; the biggest chunks were no bigger than an airship. Through this wreckage, the transparent dragons unabashedly hauled the serpent corpse.

Reaching a particularly dense debris field, the transparent dragons released the ropes, abandoning the serpent’s corpse before flying off on their own.

"Uh, what’s going on? Why leave it here? Let’s follow them! Don’t let them escape," Negris exclaimed anxiously.

He had assumed the dragons would bring the serpent’s body back to their headquarters, revealing who was behind the plot. But this area was clearly just a wasteland, nowhere close to a headquarters. Letting these transparent dragons escape wasn’t an option.

Ange shook his head calmly and pointed at the ropes and the Little Sapling.

The Little Sapling waved its True Leaf energetically.

Negris flew forward to inspect the ropes, discovering that the surface was covered with nearly invisible fine hairs, unmistakably a type of fungus, which extended all the way to the transparent dragons’ bodies.

The ropes were attached to the dragons, meaning the fungus had also latched onto them.

"Ah, so you left a marker. The Little Sapling is brilliant! Let’s quietly tail them and see where their lair is," Negris remarked.

Ange picked up Negris and started chasing in the direction of the transparent dragons. As they passed a dilapidated house, Ange suddenly halted, glancing up at a second-floor window.

Inside the window, a pale, ghostly face stared straight at Ange. Its pupils were entirely black, devoid of sclera. When it noticed Ange’s gaze, it grinned eerily, much like the creepy dolls in Scare Park.

Unfortunately for it, it picked the wrong audience. Ange immediately darted toward the window.

The pale face kept its sinister smile but swiftly retreated. By the time Ange pried open the window and entered the room, the figure had vanished.

The building was a small two-story house. Its main structure remained mostly intact, with some of the window glass still unbroken. The interior was also preserved, though covered in cobwebs and dust.

Negris looked puzzled. "Cobwebs? Was this place abandoned before the plane shattered? Was that a ghost just now?"

Ange shook his head. "There are no cobwebs."

"What?" Negris was taken aback and quickly shared Ange’s vision. Sure enough, from Ange’s perspective, there were no cobwebs at all—only thin layers of dust and crumbling plaster.

"An illusion? Was that face just a fabrication?" Negris wondered aloud.

Ange shook his head again and started searching the room.

"That entity must have decent spiritual power. The illusion was so realistic it even fooled me," Negris admitted, a bit embarrassed.

Negris wasn’t weak in spiritual power, just lacking in combat strength. Being caught off guard like this bruised his ego, prompting him to shout irritably, "Get out here, you dead little scoundrel! Casting spiritual illusions randomly? When we catch you, I’ll give you a Holy Light Baptism!"

Woo~~~ A chilling wail suddenly echoed inside the room.

Again, it picked the wrong crowd. Ange and company were veterans from the Undead Empire. Trying to scare them by pretending to be a ghost was akin to telling ghost stories at a graveyard to entertain the Undead.

The wail’s appearance immediately gave it away. Ange lunged toward a nearby cabinet, flinging its doors open—nothing was inside.

Unfazed, Ange punched through the back of the cabinet. His fist struck something solid, causing a loud explosion that blew the cabinet apart, revealing a hidden compartment behind it.

Inside the compartment was a stuffed animal, but it bore a pale human face. The once-creepy grin had twisted into a grimace of rage, with clenched teeth and glaring eyes. Its small hands shook as it tried desperately to block Ange’s fist.

But this was no contest. Ange twisted his wrist, easily dislodging the stuffed toy’s grip, and casually lifted it by the face.

"Oh? The God Puppet Technique? A forbidden art used to seal divine souls in puppets?" Negris identified it immediately, astonished.

Don’t be fooled by how easily Ange subdued it—that was only because Ange was absurdly powerful. As the name suggested, this was a forbidden technique capable of sealing divine souls, meaning the stuffed toy housed a divine soul. No wonder its illusions were so convincing.

The stuffed toy began struggling fiercely, its voice seething with fury as it emanated from within: "Release me! Damn you! Suffer in the Abyss of Wraiths!"

Negris snorted, clearly unimpressed. "Hah, did you miscalculate the difficulty level? I’ve gotten bored of Nightmare Saya and Wuga’s illusions, and now you’re expecting me to play with an Abyss of Wraiths?"

No sooner had Negris spoken than a cacophony of agonized wails and clamorous battle cries erupted from outside. Spiritual energy flared wildly as countless spectral entities surged toward the house like a tidal wave.

Ange raised a finger, summoning the Little Ghost, who drifted out in confusion.

Negris quickly stopped him. "Wait, wait, wait! They’re just spiritual entities. Sending the Little Ghost after them would be overkill. Besides, the dragon corpse parked here is likely linked to these spirits. Let’s call Anthony over and figure out what’s going on before we act. They can’t harm us anyway."

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