Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1552 - 1113: Was There a Flaw in the Identity I Fabricated Earlier?

Chapter 1552: Chapter 1113: Was There a Flaw in the Identity I Fabricated Earlier?

"Uh..." Everyone craned their necks to look into the distance.

The Great Speaker was quite cunning. While his own forces were equipped with Origin Power-wielding Mourning Undead Soldiers, the ones he dispatched were all those without Origin Power.

They possessed sheer brute strength and durable bodies, their powers barely surpassing Mourning Skeletons. However, Mourning Skeletons had skills, which the Undead Soldiers didn’t.

Whether it was Locke, Feiti, Harvey, or even Bret, they all had skills that could elevate their combat strength to ridiculous levels.

Locke’s Annihilation Boundary could trap hordes of creatures within a confined area, whereas Feiti’s Flash was perfect for unstoppable charges or retreats. Harvey’s skill—what was it again? I’ve forgotten. But it’s definitely not related to a herniated disk.

However, Mourning Undead Soldiers lacked any skills, and those sent out didn’t even possess Origin Power. They were nothing more than brute-force wielding Mourning Skeletons.

But still, even if they weren’t top-tier combatants, they shouldn’t have been sent flying like that. What kind of enemy are we dealing with here?

Everyone craned their necks and saw four colossal steel constructs standing atop a base, firmly guarding the gate.

One of the constructs was frozen mid-punch. Clearly, it was the one that had sent the Mourning Undead Soldier flying.

"Is that the Guardian Construct?" Negris exclaimed. If the thing that sent the Mourning Undead Soldier flying was the Steel Guardian, then everything made perfect sense.

The Guardian Constructs were extreme designs of steel constructs. Their strength was fearsome; taking on the Lord of Mourning in single combat was no big deal. But they generally had a critical flaw: their energy consumption was excessively high.

Their combat prowess was heavily reliant on immense energy conversion. At full power, they could only sustain themselves for mere minutes. Best-case scenario, ten minutes tops. As such, they were typically equipped with a charging base. Hence, these steel constructs were collectively known as the "Throne of Guardians."

The design of the steel constructs before them, paired with charging bases, was clearly akin to the Guardian Thrones of the world hub. It must be said—using them as gatekeepers was undoubtedly fitting.

Upon realizing it was the Guardians, Durken’s eyes lit up. He immediately wrapped his cloak around himself, transformed into mist, and vanished.

Anthony walked over, helped up the Mourning Undead Soldier who had been sent flying, and asked, "What’s going on? Why are you here?"

"Lord Anthony? No problem, no problem—I just slipped accidentally," the Mourning Undead Soldier bashfully replied.

In the distance, Gulalata and the Steel Guardian noticed Ange and the others. Seeing the Mourning Undead Soldier reluctant to answer, Anthony glared at him and gave him a kick, then turned to Gulalata and waved him over.

Gulalata, who had been hiding behind other Mourning Undead Soldiers, reluctantly shuffled out with a bitter expression and trotted over.

Above the Guardian Throne’s gate, a human mage dressed in mage robes watched the scene with surprise. Quickly, he flipped through a stack of illustrated booklets, turning several pages as he muttered under his breath, "Who’s this? Why isn’t he in the booklets? He looks like someone with higher status than Gulalata."

Meanwhile, Anthony asked Gulalata, "Why are you here? Didn’t I tell you to go back and wait for news?"

Gulalata weakly responded, "I did go ’back’ to wait for news, but I got a bit bored and thought I’d come to the Sage’s Home to read some books and learn a bit. Who knew these guys wouldn’t let me in? Outrageous! I’m a Prince—how can there be a place in the royal court I’m not allowed to enter?"

Anthony inspected him from head to toe. Gulalata began to feel uneasy under his gaze, his eyes darting nervously.

"I’m getting on in years, a bit forgetful. What was it I told you last time?" Anthony suddenly said with mock frustration.

Gulalata’s gaze immediately steadied. "Don’t, don’t, don’t, Lord Anthony—I just wanted to come find some records. I heard the Sage’s Home holds the wisdom of the entire Void, and that any problem can be solved here. I wanted to find out if there’s information about you all."

"Oh, you didn’t believe the identity I fabricated earlier? Was there a flaw somewhere?" Anthony asked curiously.

Well, he outright admitted his previous identity was fake. Gulalata said with a wry smile, "Your Divine Technique and power—I’ve been training since childhood. Royal tutors introduced me to almost every Divine Technique, Divine Arts, sword skill, weaponry, equipment, and more. Whether it’s the weapon, technical, or Divine Arts sections—they had to be studied. But I’ve never heard of a Divine Technique where a single gold coin could exert hard control over me."

"We’re from the Friel Empire. The Great Speaker can vouch for us," Anthony replied.

"Divine Arts are mainly dominated by the Friel Empire. The Alliance has very few gods, but even if I hadn’t encountered them, I should’ve at least heard of them. Yet, Silver Coin’s Divine Technique is unprecedented. I wanted to see if there’s more information here," Gulalata remarked.

Anthony shrugged. "Alright, I’ll accept your explanation. But the Sage’s Home likely won’t have records. Silver Coin is a newly emerging God of Business from the Business Federation, born less than two years ago. He’s registered with the Godslayers. You probably have channels to look into it."

Gulalata blinked in bewilderment, unsure of what to do. Indeed, he had access to some confidential files of the Friel Empire. Anthony’s casual transparency signaled he wasn’t afraid of scrutiny. But Anthony had also admitted the prior identity he used was fabricated. Which statement was true?

Anthony laughed and shook his head. Youngsters who can’t even distinguish truth from falsehood, yet want to dig into this and that—it’s simply courting trouble. When a person doesn’t have the capability for something, knowing too much isn’t a good thing. Though the Sage’s Home’s records could certainly be burned... or reviewed.

Throwing aside his habitual morbid thoughts, Anthony looked at the human mage above the gate and raised his voice, saying, "The Lord of Omniscience has returned. Proceed to verify my identity."

"Huh?" Two startled voices sounded simultaneously, one from Gulalata and the other from the mage above the gate.

Negris flew forward, following the speech pattern Anthony had taught it, and spoke irritably, "I got hit earlier—lost several things and forgot quite a bit. How should I verify myself?"

"But...but isn’t the Lord of Omniscience already dead?" the mage at the gate said in shock and doubt.

"What? You’re cursing me to die, huh? Who are you? Such audacity! I remember now—it’s Kiliforte, isn’t it? Damn it, I’m not dead! I was only injured in my main form. Hurry up and verify me so I can go in and find a cure!" Negris retorted angrily and irritably.

Whether it was some innate acting talent or a knack for improvising, Kiliforte was instantly cowed, and quickly began verifying Negris. As for the name "Kiliforte," it was, of course, borrowed from Xisluo.

The verification process was fairly straightforward: confirming one’s power attributes (essentially, a password), followed by solving a few questions (akin to a CAPTCHA). If someone had stolen the member’s power attribute—obtained the ’password’—but couldn’t solve the questions, they’d demonstrate a lack of wisdom and wouldn’t qualify to enter the Sage’s Home.

Solving the questions posed no challenge to Negris, who completed the verification swiftly. Kiliforte let out a sigh of relief. "Welcome back, Lord of Omniscience, to the Sage’s Home. You may bring up to three followers into the Sage’s Home. The rest must follow me."