Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1579 - 1140: Troublesome Prohibition

Chapter 1579: Chapter 1140: Troublesome Prohibition

Anthony lamented, "Yeah, he saw you. What should we do now? I didn’t expect him to act so quickly. Why didn’t you cover yourself back then?"

"I... I..." The Great Speaker wanted to say that he hadn’t reacted in time, but something felt off. Anthony’s words didn’t seem like lamentation but more like shirking responsibility.

But upon further thought, Anthony indeed had no responsibility here. Things happened so quickly that even he didn’t have time to react. Surely, it couldn’t be Anthony’s fault for not covering for him, right?

Resigned to his bad luck, the Great Speaker said, "No, I have to go back and oversee it. Hurry, lift my prohibition."

Anthony looked a bit troubled and said, "But... you’re a captive."

The Great Speaker snapped angrily, "You’re still messing around at a time like this!?"

"No, what I mean is, you’re a captive—you have to break it yourself," Anthony said.

Ange tilted his head and said, "No..."

But before the word "No" was fully out, the Great Speaker impatiently exerted force, and a Space Rift abruptly tore open in front of him, pulling him inside.

Negris was dumbfounded: "What do you mean ’No’? What kind of prohibition did you place on him?"

Ange replied, "Banishment."

"The Big Cat’s banishment? What kind of prohibition is that supposed to be?" Negris asked, confused.

The Big Cat’s banishment typically threw someone into a Dimensional World, a place perilous for ordinary beings, though not particularly dangerous for the Great Speaker. He could simply find another Space Rift and jump back. But this wasn’t really a prohibition, was it?

Ange scratched his head. "Break it once, banished once."

"Pfft... So, are you saying that after he breaks the prohibition in the Dimensional World, he’ll get banished to another random location? How many times will he be banished?" Negris asked.

Ange shook his head. "No limit. Infinite."

"Not banished to a Dimensional World? Without lifting the prohibition, he’ll be banished infinitely? How is that possible? Your prohibition doesn’t regenerate automatically; wouldn’t it stop once its energy is exhausted?" Negris inquired.

Ange shook his head again. "He struggles, banishment. The energy from the struggle powers the banishment."

"Pfft... Why is your prohibition so cunning? Using his own struggle against him to banish him? If he can’t break the prohibition, he can’t recover his strength. But every time he struggles, he gets banished again! He’ll go insane! Didn’t I say to use a simple prohibition, just as a formality? Why’d you make such a complicated one?" Negris said, half-laughing, half-crying.

Ange counted on his fingers. "Simple. Restrictive. No harm. This fits."

It was Negris who had asked for a prohibition that was simple, non-harmful, yet restricted the Great Speaker’s strength to prevent him from suddenly going berserk. After much thought, Ange came up with this banishment mechanism. Struggle equals banishment—how simple!

Negris opened his mouth, and a curse died in his throat. Simple? Only Kvada, that reckless Dead Skull, could call this kind of prohibition simple. This was practically infinite random teleportation!

"Random... it’s random, right? The banishment is random, isn’t it? Do you know where he’s been banished to?" Negris suddenly realized a more pressing issue.

Ange nodded, then shook his head. The banishment was indeed random, so he had no idea where the Great Speaker might have been transported.

Anthony couldn’t help covering his face. "This is a mess. He was seen by the South Coronet. Originally, I did this intentionally to force him to choose a side. Now that he’s been banished, Table Mountain is going to be in trouble. We have to protect Table Mountain. If Liyabrit and the others die, he’ll hate us to death."

"Let’s go, let’s go. We’ll head to Table Mountain immediately. Have Bret use Soul Contact to communicate with him and explain the prohibition to him, so he doesn’t keep randomly teleporting and lose track of where he is. If he ends up beyond Bret’s Soul Contact range, he might truly be lost forever," Negris urged hurriedly.

Reaching Table Mountain didn’t require teleportation, as there was a fully grown World Tree there. Ange tapped on the Little Sapling a few times and spoke a few "Yaya" sounds to it. The sapling then extended its vines and roots to envelop everyone, leaving only the elder Mourning Undead Soldier standing dazed outside the circle.

Anthony waved. "You too, come on. What’s your name?"

"Philas, my name is Philas," the elder Mourning Undead Soldier answered quickly, walking nervously into the circle to be wrapped in by the Little Sapling as well.

"My condolences. What’s your situation? Why did you come from there? Why were you trying to escape?" Anthony inquired curiously. Placing a hand on Philas’s shoulder, he guided him forward.

Forward? Wasn’t he surrounded by those vines? Wouldn’t moving forward just crash him into something? Condolences? Oh right, my son... he’s dead...

Philas’s rage and grief had already subsided. Now, he felt mostly bewildered and curious. He had thought certain death awaited him, only for a group of people to appear, using the South Coronet’s own techniques to obliterate it and save him in the process.

Hearing Anthony’s question, Philas cooperatively responded, "The South Coronet was transferring us from the Soul Farm to the Holy Land. My son and I didn’t want to continue living like that, so we took the opportunity to escape."

At the words "Soul Farm," something stirred in Anthony’s heart. "What kind of place is the Soul Farm?"

"It’s the interior of a massive sphere. Sunlight is projected onto the surroundings, but there’s no actual Sun—only the sunlight. Inside, there are oceans and lands, much like a Plane," Philas explained.

Anthony and Negris exchanged a glance. Anthony then asked, "Do you know Ziora?"

Philas nodded. "I’ve heard of him. He’s a soul that escaped from the Soul Farm. It was after learning about his story that I decided to run. Even if I couldn’t escape, I wanted to send my son away. But in the end... sigh."

After a deep sigh, Philas asked, "Do you know Ziora? Is he still alive?"

"He’s alive. I’ll introduce you two when the time comes. By the way, the coffin you’re carrying—is it for that? What is it?" Anthony gestured toward the body Philas had been carrying.

The body had been dragged around, filthy and bedraggled, yet entirely unscathed on the surface.

"Oh, those are higher-grade Chaos Undead Soldiers. They were also being transferred to the Holy Land. They don’t have souls yet, but they’re incredibly sturdy," Philas replied, shaking the body in his hands once more.

"Give it to me. I want to study it," Anthony said.

"Oh, of course," Philas quickly handed it over.

Anthony passed it to Ange. After all, he couldn’t study anything himself; he couldn’t even sense Origin Power. The main difference between Chaos Undead Soldiers and Mourning Undead Soldiers lay in their possession of Origin Power.

Once Ange took the body, Philas asked hesitantly, "The one who disappeared earlier... that was the Great Speaker, wasn’t it? The Great Speaker betrayed the Lord of the Divine Star, didn’t he?"

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