Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1514 - 1075: Where is My Array?!

Chapter 1514: Chapter 1075: Where is My Array?!

"This Void is really small. Why is it full of familiar faces?" Anthony sighed to himself.

Although he hadn’t expected the Great Ruler to have a connection with the North Corona, it also made perfect sense. If there weren’t any ties between them, how could the Great Ruler allow an Abyss of World-Ending to remain on his territory?

Moreover, this Array had shattered an entire Plane, causing the deaths of billions of beings. With such frightening destructive power and killing capacity, the Great Ruler should have eradicated it long ago.

But this made the situation more complicated. It was still unclear what kind of relationship the Great Ruler and the North Corona had, so he had no better options for now. All he could do was run.

"My Lord, the Array doesn’t have mobility. If we can’t drag it away, then we’ll have to abandon it. Can we take this Divine Shell with us? If not, can Little Sapling use spores to control it? Worst case, let Durken dismantle its key parts and reinstall them when we get the chance later," Anthony suggested.

If the Great Ruler and the North Corona returned together, they wouldn’t be able to hold onto this Array. But as long as they could take its key components, like the Divine Shell, it wouldn’t be a total loss. Leaving an intact, functional World-Ending Magic Formation for the enemy was simply not an option.

Ange nodded but didn’t indicate which option he agreed to. Negris quickly asked, "What did you just say to that guy inside?"

Ange pressed his hand on the Divine Shell, and the roaring thoughts within stopped. It was evident he had made contact with whatever was inside, although its exact nature was unclear.

Ange scratched his head, replying awkwardly, "Release... price... all power... give me... but it wants to kill... Celestial Descendant Clan... I refused."

This disjointed mumbling was hard even for Ange to articulate, so Anthony and the others couldn’t make heads or tails of it. They all turned to Negris, waiting for him to translate.

But before Negris could translate, he coughed up a mouthful of old blood: "Pfft... Celestial Descendant Clan? What kind of thing is that?"

Ange shook his head.

"I knew it! I knew it! Why didn’t you ask him? You could’ve asked and found out, couldn’t you? Why didn’t you ask?!" Negris shouted in frustration.

Negris had foreseen this. The Dead Skull didn’t care about things he wasn’t interested in and simply ignored them. If Ange said he refused, then he must’ve been too lazy to inquire further. On the other hand, if it was something that intrigued him, Ange would ask even if no one else did—like earlier, when he asked about the thing inside the Divine Shell.

But the problem was, the Celestial Descendant Clan clearly seemed like crucial information. Yet this Dead Skull couldn’t be bothered to probe further. It was infuriating.

Ange scratched his head. "Oh."

"Oh my ass!" Negris was beyond angry and demanded, "Get back in there. Anthony, you go too. You do the asking!"

Ange quickly nodded. His laziness stemmed from finding conversations too bothersome. If someone else could do the talking, he wouldn’t mind asking questions for as long as needed.

Anthony slyly gave Negris a thumbs-up but then blacked out as his consciousness was dragged into the Divine Shell by Ange.

As soon as Anthony’s mind entered the Divine Shell, an earth-shattering roar resounded: "Take it! Take it all! All my power is yours! Help me lift the Prohibition—my power, all of it, is yours! I agree to all your demands. Just get me out of here!"

Huh? What was going on? What had the lord done to it? Why was it agreeing to everything?

Kram had endured an agonizingly long period of unease. Of course, this "long time" was just its perception. Inside the Divine Shell, it couldn’t sense the outside world, so it had no actual sense of time—it could feel endless or fleeting, depending solely on its emotional state.

As the saying goes: "When you’re desperate to pee, the person in the restroom is the happiest."

"Leaving this place" was that desperate urge. Before, when that hope didn’t exist, Kram hadn’t felt tortured. But after Ange kindled that hope, every second was as excruciatingly long as holding in a brimming bladder.

In this torment, Kram’s boundaries had crumbled bit by bit, from "help me kill the Celestial Descendant Clan" to "never mind, I’ll do it myself," then to "you can help them instead," and eventually to "even if you are from the Celestial Descendant Clan," until it reached "I’ll agree to all your demands."

It was like going from "no matter how many come tonight" to "no matter who or what comes tonight."

Without Anthony doing anything, Kram offered up its Soul Brand (its Mind Imprint), and Ange used the energy of the Freckle Removal Technique to zap away each of its Prohibition seals one by one.

Kram extended its consciousness from the Divine Shell, spreading it across the entire Array with an excited roar.

Negris furrowed his brows, sensing the soul-borne cries, and asked Anthony, "Now what? Are we still running?"

Kram’s power was unbelievably monstrous. By pure strength alone, it was absolutely on par with beings like the Little Wraith. While its imprisonment in the Divine Shell had masked this, the moment it was freed, its fathomless, vast, unending, and eternal energy became unmistakable.

With such formidable help, was running even necessary?

"Run. We’re not fighting the Great Ruler. We still need him to lead us to the source that produces the Mourning Undead Soldiers. If we kill him, the trail might go cold," Anthony responded.

"But we can’t drag this Array along. Should we just dismantle the Divine Shell?" Negris asked reluctantly.

"Ask it. Kram, can you make this place mobile?" Anthony called out.

Kram roared a few times to vent its frustration at being confined but then froze at the question. "No," it replied.

"No? This Array isn’t much bigger than the Holy Kingdom, and the Little Wraith can move even that. Why can’t you?" Negris muttered to himself, reevaluating Kram’s strength.

This Plane Consciousness might not be all it’s cracked up to be. Was it merely tough?

At that moment, Ange suddenly raised a finger and pointed it at the Divine Shell. Waves of energy entered the shell.

"Huh? Eh? Oh, I get it now," Kram exclaimed in a series of exclamations, finally appearing awestruck.

A massive surge of energy immediately flowed along the giant chains above and below. Wherever the energy passed, the chains left behind one imprint after another, and as they were filled, the energy seemed to flow more smoothly. Greater energy surged along the chains, pouring into the Array.

With a thunderous rumble, the entire Array began to shudder, as if undergoing fierce changes from within.

"What did you do?" Negris asked curiously.

Ange raised one of the Little Wraith’s fingers and replied, "Taught it to fly."

The Little Wraith poked its head out and earnestly nodded. "Yaya—Ooooh—"

"Alright, alright, we know it was you. Amazing work," Negris praised with a broad smile.

As enormous amounts of energy continued to pour in, the Array underwent dramatic transformations. Outside, Lilianna had no idea what was happening but didn’t dare to leave. Instead, she clutched her head and crouched on the ground, muttering, "If I die, I die."

Whoosh—no one knew how much time passed, but gradually, the entire Array began to Virtualize. Carrying everything with it, it vanished into the Void.

A day later, the North Corona returned with hundreds of airships, dozens of Crystal Dragons, and even the Great Ruler himself. Exhausted and battered, they stared at the empty Void, and the North Corona let out an enraged howl: "Where’s my Array?!"