Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1523 - 1084: Mind Filled with Resentment

Chapter 1523: Chapter 1084: Mind Filled with Resentment

The remaining Crystal Dragons continued their search across the Void for traces of the Array. Not just the Crystal Dragons and airships under North Corona’s command; the entire Divine Light Alliance had been mobilized under the orders of the Great Ruler.

The patrol density of major routes was increased, key points were heavily guarded, and even border patrol teams like Old John and Aji had their patrol ranges expanded to ensure that such a massive Array couldn’t possibly slip out of the Leo Faction’s territory unnoticed.

But the problem was, the range of the Leo Faction was vast. Trying to find the World-Ending Magic Formation within such a large area was akin to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Still, no matter how difficult, the needle must be found. So, the Crystal Dragons continued their seemingly futile search, while North Corona only summoned Elarafate back.

"You really don’t recognize it? It truly has nothing to do with the guy who obliterated that World-Ending Strike?" North Corona sent Elarafate an image of the Little Fat Dragon, confirming repeatedly.

Elarafate shook his head frantically. "I don’t know it. It shouldn’t have anything to do with it, right? We were only observing from afar using the Winged Sanctuary. What we saw was a human who destroyed the World-Ending Strike. We didn’t even dare get close. On the way, we captured a few prisoners to interrogate, and they all said no silver-colored dragon passed by, so it shouldn’t be related. Should I use Bloodline Resonance to confirm?"

Elarafate spoke cautiously while internally covering up the truth: there wasn’t a silver dragon, but there was a yellow one.

"Are you an idiot? If you alert the other side, we’re screwed. As long as it has nothing to do with it, that’s fine. That thing stole my Undying Divine Fire, using Dragon God Transformation and connecting to a bunch of Gods’ Divine Power. It only won by using tricks. As long as it doesn’t get the chance to transform, I can crush it with one hand." North Corona said viciously.

The loss of the World-Ending Magic Formation had drastically changed his temperament. Gone was his previous refined demeanor; now he looked like a desperate gambler willing to stake everything on even the slimmest chance.

The Great Ruler had explicitly told him that Negris and the other Gods’ purpose was to spread faith and take over the niche of Heroic Spirits. North Corona couldn’t care less. Quietly, he sneaked back.

To him, this was the origin of his nightmare. If he hadn’t failed to seize the Divine Fire, he wouldn’t have dragged away the serpent corpse, wouldn’t have bombarded Undead City, and wouldn’t have provoked that existence in Undead City.

Once he confirmed Negris had no connection to that entity in Undead City, North Corona would immediately wipe out Negris and those Gods. A group of Gods without any followers daring to snatch his Undying Divine Fire—unforgivable!

Hiding behind Elarafate and moving closer stealthily, North Corona thought that with the concealment provided by the Crystal Dragons, they could initiate an ambush. What he didn’t expect was that Ange had long sensed their arrival and quietly flanked him from the rear.

Negris continued acting on the ground. Only when they approached a striking distance did North Corona leap out from behind Elarafate, pressing forward while summoning a black spike into his hand.

Negris’s expression changed drastically, shouting, "Dark Element! Everyone, be careful!"

Anthony’s face also turned pale. "I can’t see it! Where is it??"

"In his hand, a Dark Element spike!" Negris shouted.

Seeing the panicked expressions of Negris and company, North Corona felt a surge of schadenfreude and sneered cruelly, "A bunch of Godling weaklings—nearly fooled me..."

Elarafate froze for a second. Nearly? Hadn’t they successfully deceived him already? Who was the one so panicked he’d rushed Elarafate out to drag the remains?

But before North Corona could finish his sentence, a strong surge of energy erupted from his flank. Its intensity was so terrifying that it instantly reminded him of the brutal power he had faced during the battle for the Undying Divine Fire.

Instinctively, he turned his head and saw a broad-shouldered, muscular humanoid creature covered in scales charging straight at him.

Despite its significantly bulkier frame, the style of the transformation unmistakably resembled Negris’s earlier Dragon God state. Another Dragon God? Two of them?

Before North Corona could fully process this thought, his hand holding the Dark Element spike flicked to the side, sending the spike flying toward Ange. Meanwhile, his other hand made a grabbing motion, summoning a growing black sphere in his palm.

Unfortunately, it was already too late. Ange crashed into the Dark Element spike head-on, detonating it, and rammed directly into North Corona without even looking back.

North Corona barely had time to raise both hands defensively before—BOOM!

He felt as though he had been rammed by a fully-operational World-Ending Magic Formation. His vision dimmed, and the sounds of shattering filled the air around him.

When he finally hit something and stopped, coming back to his senses, he found himself entirely intact. However, the surroundings had changed, and the space had shifted into a familiar scene—two enormous chains suspending a massive iron sphere and the familiar control chamber—but without the Human Mage who used to operate it all.

"This... this is the World-Ending Magic Formation? I’m back?" North Corona’s face was a mixture of confusion and disbelief.

What did this feel like? It was as if his luxurious carriage had been stolen. Desperately searching for it, nearly peeing himself in anxiety, only to be hit by the said carriage and find himself inside it again.

Magical? Unexpected? A pleasant surprise?

Thrilled, North Corona glanced around until his eyes landed on Ange, who had crashed him back. Ange was now slowly withdrawing from his Dragon God Transformation, his aura greatly diminished.

North Corona wasn’t sure how to express his gratitude. Ange not only helped him recover the World-Ending Magic Formation but also exited his Dragon God form as if afraid he couldn’t beat him.

"Hahaha! Thank you so much! May I know your name? After I kill you, I’ll carve it onto your tombstone as a gesture of gratitude." North Corona said earnestly.

Ange tilted his head slightly, puzzled, but still answered, "Ange."

"Ange? So, you’re the one who destroyed my World-Ending Strike, aren’t you?" North Corona asked.

Ange nodded truthfully.

"Hahaha, wonderful! This way, I can settle everything at once. While your transformation can temporarily amplify strength, it doesn’t seem to last very long. You’re doomed." North Corona snarled wickedly.

"Why?" Ange asked curiously.

"Why what?" North Corona hesitated.

"Why are we doomed?" Ange inquired with confusion.

Since being teleported here, North Corona had undergone a peculiar change in demeanor—boasting confidently as if he held some ultimate trump card. It was strange.

North Corona responded, bewildered, "Your transformation time has run out. Your strength depends on connecting with so many Gods. Now, isn’t it obvious? You’re doomed."

What North Corona feared was the being that competed for the Undying Divine Fire or destroyed the World-Ending Strike. But such strength was only a fleeting boost from transformation—was there anything to be afraid of anymore?

Having been teleported back to the Array and with Ange retreating from his transformed state, North Corona couldn’t fathom what excuse they had left for survival.

Ange scratched his head and said, "Your opponent isn’t me."

With that, Ange stepped aside, revealing the massive iron core behind him. A surge of overwhelming intent emerged from within, locking firmly onto North Corona. That intent was brimming with hatred.