Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1512 - 1073: We’ve Already Slaughtered Them

Chapter 1512: Chapter 1073: We’ve Already Slaughtered Them

In the void, a humanoid figure was flying ahead, dragging a row of coffins behind him. In this endless emptiness, there was no doubt—it could only be the Great Executive.

The Great Executive flew forward swiftly. Passing through a stretch of nothingness in the void, he suddenly stopped, raised his hand, and waved lightly. A ball of soul energy shot out toward the space ahead.

A long, candle-like silhouette slid out from the empty space, chuckling nervously, "Great Executive, it’s me, it’s me. Forgive my intrusion."

As he spoke, the North Corona raised his hand and blasted apart the ball of soul energy. The exploding energy spread out in the void like fireworks, and where it passed, vast areas of shadowy figures were revealed.

Dozens of crystal dragons emerged, arranged in neat formation, blocking the hundreds of airships behind them. The sheer scale was like opening the door of a carriage only to find a whole army within.

The Great Executive snorted coldly, "I was aiming for you—cowering, deceitful trickster."

The North Corona let out an awkward laugh. To say "hit" was an exaggeration; soul energy didn’t harm him. Besides forcing the crystal dragons out, it served merely as a slap in the face, making him lose a bit of dignity in front of his subordinates.

Still, given that the opponent was the Great Executive, whom he had to rely on, losing face was a trivial matter. "Heh heh, Great Executive, what about your ever-loyal subject, Bret? That one who blinks and instantly charges the enemy? Hasn’t he come?"

"He’s at home farming. What do you want with him? Are you asking me to help, or are you asking him? What’s going on?" The Great Executive’s tone grew slightly more serious.

North Corona chuckled sheepishly. "You, of course it’s you. Only with the Great Executive here do I feel confident enough to deal with these enemies. But if Bret were here, it wouldn’t be so easy for them to escape."

The Great Executive scrutinized him deeply for a moment. "Tell me first, what did you encounter? This is everything you’ve got, right? What’s so threatening that you’d bring out all your resources and still call me for help? Why not just summon your Abyss of World-Ending?"

"Heh, that would be overkill," the North Corona said flippantly, though inwardly he muttered, If it were that easy, I’d already be dragging it around everywhere.

"Here’s the thing—you know the Lord of Omniscience, right? After his fall, I happened to pick up his corpse..." North Corona began to explain.

The Great Executive snorted. "Picked up? You’re the one who killed him, aren’t you? ’Picked up,’ my foot. Do you take me for a fool? If you keep lying, I’m leaving."

"No, no, no, fine, yes—it was me. I killed him. I also took his body. Originally, I wanted to resurrect him, but something went wrong midway, and someone interrupted..." North Corona was cut off again.

"Resurrect him? How? Damn it, don’t tell me you were planning another plane-consciousness ritual using sacrifice? Didn’t I already tell you not to pull that kind of stunt in my domain? It takes tens of millions of intelligent lives to create a plane consciousness. Are you insane?"

"It was interrupted, interrupted! Nobody was sacrificed. That’s not the point. The point is, when the Undying Divine Fire went to deal with it, someone killed it. I wanted to reclaim its God Status, but another guy reached into the space passage and battled me for it—and won." North Corona diverted attention with a weak defense.

"Reached into the space passage? Won against you?" The Great Executive sounded incredulous.

"Yes, my strength was no match for his. That guy reached into the space passage, enduring the cutting of the space rift, and took the God Status of the Undying Divine Fire. But, again, that’s not the point," North Corona retorted.

The Great Executive was stunned. "That’s not the point? Then what is?"

Though he had come to help, the Great Executive knew full well what type of person North Corona was. While their strength wasn’t vastly different, North Corona had an abundance of resources and a formidable crew. If it ever came down to a fight, the Great Executive wouldn’t feel confident without summoning something like the Mourning Bone Dragon Ogallimaportexlathoirfei the Fatty Dragon.

For someone like North Corona to lose in a contest of strength—this was a big deal. And yet, he claimed it wasn’t the main issue?

"The point is—you know my Abyss of World-Ending? After my plans in the Plane of Omniscience were interrupted, I figured why not sacrifice the Undead City instead. So, I directed a World-Ending Attack toward the Undead City, manifesting the Universal Pull Divine Hammer." North Corona paused as he spoke.

The Great Executive, deeply engrossed, eagerly asked, "And then?"

Of course, the Great Executive knew about the Universal Pull Divine Hammer. He himself used it as an anchor point for long-distance teleports. If a World-Ending Attack had manifested the Universal Pull Divine Hammer, then the Undead City should have been completely obliterated.

"Then, someone jumped out of the Undead City with another hammer and smashed my World-Ending Attack to pieces." North Corona spread his hands dramatically.

The Great Executive stared at him intently. "You suspect the one who shattered your World-Ending Attack is the same person who fought you for the Undying Divine Fire’s God Status?"

North Corona nodded. "For someone with such power, two of them couldn’t have popped up out of nowhere at the same time, and this place is so close. It’s highly likely they’re the same person."

The Great Executive then asked, "Do you suspect the hammer he used is also the Universal Pull Divine Hammer?"

North Corona nodded again.

The Great Executive said, "The Universal Pull Divine Hammer has indeed gone missing. But... it probably wasn’t them."

"Them? Who are ’they’?" North Corona asked hurriedly.

"Some fleeing gods. You’ve heard of the Godslayer in the Friel Empire, right? He hunted down and slaughtered the gods to make space for heroic spirits in the faith. Some surviving gods escaped into my domain. I encountered them at the anchor point of the Universal Pull Divine Hammer. But they likely wouldn’t have been capable of taking it. That hammer has developed a consciousness of its own—it’s always barking ridiculous things like, ’Talk too much, die!’ I can’t even have a proper conversation with it," the Great Executive explained.

Hearing about fleeing gods left North Corona disinterested. After all, what use were gods? Even the Undying Divine Fire—a god—had failed to reclaim its own flame. Useless.

However, when he heard "heroic spirits," he couldn’t help but pay attention. "Them?"

The Great Executive nodded.

"Have you informed the Lord?" North Corona asked.

North Corona’s lord was also the Great Executive’s lord. The Great Executive shook his head. "No need. The faction of heroic spirits has long been our lord’s nemesis. We’ll crush them first and report it later."

North Corona nodded in agreement. It was true—if every minor expansion in the heroic spirit faction’s influence required reporting to the lord, the lord would never have time to manage it all.

"Alright, back to the main plan. My current idea is to have the Abyss of World-Ending launch another strike to force that guy out. Then we swarm him together. When his strength is mostly drained from dispersing the World-Ending Attack, we capture him. What do you think? Does this plan work?" North Corona asked.

The Great Executive finally understood why North Corona had inquired about Bret’s absence. In this kind of scenario, having someone with rapid mobility would indeed make things safer.

After realizing this, the Great Executive said, "I’ll summon Bret. You prepare to unleash the World-Ending Strike."

As he finished speaking, the Great Executive waved his hand. One of the coffins behind him abruptly flew to his side. He fiddled with it briefly, and after a while, the coffin’s lid opened. The Lord of Mourning, Bret, crawled out, scratching his head.

Meanwhile, North Corona was already issuing orders to the Abyss of World-Ending. "Bapos, have you launched it yet? Why is it taking so long? I don’t even see a light trace—"

"Oh, sorry. Bapos has already been slaughtered. Dear North Corona, do you want your World-Ending Magic Formation back?" An unfamiliar voice suddenly crackled through the communication device.