Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1482 - 1043: Huh? Humans? Dragons? Alive?

Chapter 1482: Chapter 1043: Huh? Humans? Dragons? Alive?

The Sacrificial Mask felt a sense of revival from desperation, oh my, could it actually survive? It thought it was doomed.

The Sacrificial Mask was well aware of its own value, which was essentially worthless, apart from frightening people a bit; it had no other abilities, although it could summon a pile of spiritual apparitions, these mindless spirits couldn’t really do anything.

Look, now someone plants a wand here, and those spirits can’t get in, what’s the use.

The Sacrificial Mask was originally a mask used for rituals, its greatest function was to convert dark elements, and if a Wizard wore it, it could enhance spiritual power, perceive dark elements and create resonance, meaning that once worn, one could learn dark elemental magic.

But that’s about it, it had no other functions, and whether magic is powerful still depended on one’s talent.

Claiming itself as the God of Darkness was pure boastfulness. Without a Priest wearing it, it could only release some spirit-related illusions or illusions of the territory. Without anything to attach itself to, it could only lie on the ground.

Without something like it, many would likely erase its consciousness and use it as a dark element amplification mask, as no one would want to wear a conscious mask. So, it didn’t think it would survive.

Unless the other party has no interest in its function and has no interest in perceiving dark elements.

But who would not be interested in dark elements?

"Two? If you answer our questions, depending on the value of your answers, you may choose a blank divine soul, crystaled doll body, or a dark power magic egg. Are you willing to answer the questions?" Anthony said.

"Two, two, two, choose two, ask anything and I’ll answer as long as I know." The Sacrificial Mask became extremely proactive.

This made Anthony feel uncomfortable as if applying the wrong force; its previous behavior seemed like a diehard spirit, but it turned out to be afraid of death, all because of this mask’s face not showing expressions.

"Your name? How did you end up here? Why is this plane shattered? Why are there so many spirits here? Are there any other creatures here?" Anthony repeated the previous questions, leaving out ’what divine soul,’ as he was no longer interested in knowing its divine soul.

"Sacrificial Mask, call me Sacrificial Mask, this plane was shattered, I don’t know what shattered it; one day hundreds of years ago, something hit the plane, and the whole plane shattered, the whole plane exploded into pieces."

"The places directly hit have turned to dust; the places not directly hit still have some remnants, like this house, but all living beings died one by one, and over time, more and more spirits appeared, so I summoned some lurking nearby to protect myself."

Anthony asked: "Oh, did they protect you? Has there been any enemy here?"

"No, only a few undead and a witch had been here, they gathered various materials, built an Undead City, and housed many undead creatures, inviting me to join, but I refused." The Sacrificial Mask replied.

"Undead City? Are there many high-level undead creatures here?" Anthony asked.

The Sacrificial Mask confusedly asked, "What does high-level mean? Powerful undead? They don’t seem very powerful."

"Whether they have intelligence, if they are intelligent, they are considered high-level, regardless of their strength," Anthony explained.

"Oh, then there are many, should be hundreds of thousands, the Undead City is full, very lively," the Sacrificial Mask said.

Anthony, Negris, and Durken exchanged glances, and even Ange turned back to look at the Sacrificial Mask.

"Tens of? Or hundreds of thousands? Did you state an extra unit?" Anthony cautiously asked.

"Hundreds of thousands, of course, the Undead City is full of undead creatures, for sure hundreds of thousands," the Sacrificial Mask confidently said.

Anthony remained skeptical: "You might have mixed them up; only intelligent ones are high-level undead creatures, how could there be hundreds of thousands?"

"There really are, if you don’t believe it, see for yourselves; if you’re talking about the very strong ones, there really aren’t many, but intelligent, talking, cursing, working undead creatures, no lack in the Undead City," the Sacrificial Mask urgently said.

Ange and the others were puzzled, if previously they were interested in this place, upon hearing about hundreds of thousands of undead creatures, nothing else mattered now.

Hundreds of thousands of high-level undead creatures? Ange had never seen so many intelligent undead creatures.

But the Sacrificial Mask’s confident demeanor didn’t seem like lying because it initially didn’t understand ’high-level,’ so quickly crafting such an absurd lie was unlikely.

The more absurd a statement, the less likely it is a lie, because a lie needs logic while the truth doesn’t.

Yet Anthony remained half-believing, as it might be that the Sacrificial Mask misinterpreted, not that it pointed in the wrong direction, but that it didn’t know the way.

"Let’s go, take us to the Undead City." Negris couldn’t care about anything else.

The Sacrificial Mask eagerly asked: "Was my answer valuable? Can I choose a reward now?"

Everyone looked at Ange, and Ange nodded, only then did Anthony say: "Alright, what reward would you choose? How about a new crystaled body?"

"None of them." The Sacrificial Mask turned over, facing Durken, it said: "I want him to be my Priest."

"Ah? Me?" Durken was startled and pointed at his own nose. He hadn’t spoken much, how did he catch its attention? Could it be his charm was already irresistible?

"Let it be your Priest? Why? Don’t you want a new body? And why choose it?" Anthony was also puzzled.

He was much better looking than Durken, if a choice had to be made, it should be himself or the adults, why choose Durken?

This guy has no eye-whites; could it really be blind?

"He’s an Alchemist; he understands me the best. Besides, he doesn’t know dark elements, I’m of use to him, he doesn’t argue or compete, nor does he have a competitive heart," the Sacrificial Mask explained.

Anthony looked at the Sacrificial Mask with some surprise: "You’re no simple being."

Durken as an Alchemist could best utilize the mask’s power, and since he wasn’t familiar with dark elements, it benefitted Durken, offering an opportunity for use.

If it were in Ange’s hands, it would shelve just like the Universal Pull Divine Hammer, what other use could it have?

"I’m not used to wearing talking things on my face," Durken said in disgust.

"I can offer my soul," the Sacrificial Mask replied.

"Alright, then, come, Soul Oath," Durken immediately changed his mind, picking up the Sacrificial Mask.

After the bond, Durken examined it again and then put the Sacrificial Mask on his face, to look at everyone.

A pale little face, pupils without eye-whites, a strange curvature of the mouth, appeared sinister.

Negris said: "Show the whites of your eyes or I’ll gouge your eyes out."

"Oh." The mask blinked, the eyes disappeared, revealing Durken’s eyes.

"Amazing, I see dark elements, so faint, all converging onto the Lord’s body, the Lord is simply a dark element black hole," Durken said, astonished, looking left and right.

The mask’s mouth also moved: "Aren’t I great? With me, you own the entire void, hehehe—"

Negris painfully interrupted: "Alright, alright, you have a Priest now, quickly lead the way to the Undead City."

"This way." The mask’s mouth opened and closed, then suddenly Durken’s face was yanked in a direction.

Durken shouted: "Don’t pull my face, move your arm."

While adapting, under the Sacrificial Mask’s lead, they flew toward the Undead City.

They might have flown several thousand kilometers; after all, in the void, it was fast flying, soon enough, they saw a large aggregate of substance.

It’s called an aggregate because that sounds pleasant: to put it bluntly, it’s a formless pile of junk.

Apart from its largest mass, there were many smaller ones floating around. As Ange and the others flew by, a head popped out from one pile, exclaiming in surprise: "Hello, travelers from afar, where do you come from... huh? Humans? Dragons? Living?"