Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1584 - 1145: You Could Actually Smash This Bone Dragon to Death, Right?

Chapter 1584: Chapter 1145: You Could Actually Smash This Bone Dragon to Death, Right?

The plummeting Bone Dragon suddenly moved when it was less than thirty meters from the ground. Bear in mind that the Bone Dragon’s total length measures at least fifty to sixty meters—thirty meters is barely half its body length for a human equivalent.

As it stirred, the Bone Dragon lashed its long neck like a whip and opened its raging Big Mouth toward the Monarch.

Have you ever seen how the Star God’s Body is assembled? This technique was now magnified on the Bone Dragon, as if Soul Armor was being draped over its skeletal frame, forming a rapidly materializing layer of iridescent black scales that extended from its skull down to the rest of its body.

Even with just a hint of its transformation complete, the Mourning Bone Dragon couldn’t wait any longer—it opened its Big Mouth toward the Monarch once more, releasing a torrent of black fluid that glittered with starlight.

The Monarch sharply stomped on the Void, visibly denting the space beneath his foot like a transparent membrane pushed inward. His entire body erupted in motion, darting away just in time to evade the black fluid’s assault.

When the black fluid passed over the space the Monarch had ’dented’ moments earlier, it twisted along with the compressed region. Only when it left this zone did it return to normal—it turned out, the space had truly deformed, not merely appeared so.

The black fluid, having missed its target, traced an arc before descending far away onto Table Mountain. Boom! The top’s flat ’table surface’ was obliterated by a third, and the remaining two-thirds tilted, slid, and collapsed like a table losing one of its legs.

Fortunately, the residents had already evacuated Table Mountain, avoiding casualties for the time being. Still, watching the destruction of their ancestral home left many in tears.

"What... what kind of attack is this?" Negris asked in shock. Beyond Origin Power, there appeared to be another power it couldn’t comprehend.

No one answered Negris, as everyone’s attention was entirely captured by the Monarch. After evading the black fluid’s attack, he charged straight toward the Mourning Bone Dragon and was now drilling into its belly.

Anthony couldn’t help but slap his thigh in admiration, exclaiming, "Close-range combat? Worthy of Your Majesty! Such quick reflexes!"

The Bone Dragon possessed a sizable cavity surrounded by its ribcage. With its apparent armorization underway, the Monarch seized the abdominal space—let’s see how it continues its armorization now.

Meanwhile, the Monarch’s voice resonated in everyone’s souls: "What is this thing? Why is it still moving after its soul exploded?"

"That’s the Celestial Descendant Clan," Negris swiftly explained, "A species that can manifest White Crystal through sheer willpower. The White Crystal materializes their bodies, and their bodies, in turn, create more White Crystal—a self-replicating phenomenon. The Bone Dragon is its force projection. Search within its body, and you’re bound to find a White Crystal."

"How big is this White Crystal?" the Monarch asked.

"Finger-sized," Negris replied.

"Your finger or mine? If it’s mine, how would I even locate it? Its tooth gaps alone could fit hundreds!" The Monarch retorted while sidestepping, narrowly avoiding the Bone Dragon’s claws as they swiped at his abdomen. He then fiercely stomped on one of its vertebrae.

Bam! The Bone Dragon hunched its back from the impact.

"Then try searching its tooth gaps for one," Negris jeered gleefully.

If Ange encountered such a foe, Negris might worry; but if the Old Immortal faced such an enemy, it felt no concern whatsoever—mockery was its default response, knowing full well they could either win the battle or at least escape unscathed.

"No crystals in its tooth gaps, already checked. This two-way manifestation—does that mean I need to destroy both its White Crystal *and* its body? If not, it can keep regenerating: White Crystal creating the body, or the body creating the White Crystal, resulting in infinite recovery?" the Monarch continued asking.

While speaking, he dodged the Bone Dragon’s claws once more, pivoting back to stomp on the same vertebra.

As a former Dark Knight Emperor, Anthony deeply admired the Monarch’s approach—it made perfect tactical sense to close the distance and engage in close-range combat with a colossal adversary. What space could be closer than its abdominal cavity?

The ribcage now served as protective barriers for the Monarch. The Bone Dragon’s claws could only scrape hesitantly, careful not to wedge themselves between its own ribs, barely brushing against the Monarch.

Infuriated, the Bone Dragon lowered its head, preparing to spew a mouthful of black fluid toward its belly. Fortunately, it retained a sliver of rationality—upon opening its mouth, it realized the danger and stopped itself. Otherwise, it might have gone down in history as the first Mourning Bone Dragon to be destroyed by its own attack.

This moment of hesitation allowed the Monarch to stomp the same vertebra a third time.

Anthony saw through the Monarch’s intentions and quipped, "If this continues, the Bone Dragon might get a slipped disk."

But the Monarch wasn’t given another chance—the South Coronet wasn’t foolish. Realizing it couldn’t dislodge the Monarch, it halted its armorization entirely. Instead, it bypassed the ribcage and shifted its focus directly to the spine, creating a form covered with scales and flesh while leaving its ribs exposed.

Now, even if the Monarch stomped, the spine had layers of scales for protection. But that wasn’t the end—the scales and flesh began swelling as if inflated, gradually enveloping the ribcage.

The Monarch struck two punches against the newly armored surface, but it felt akin to hitting an inflated leather bag. Even summoning a Spiritual Grade Death Scythe didn’t make a dent. Ultimately, he was forcefully squeezed out of the abdominal cavity.

"Shame the Death Scythe broke; it couldn’t cut through. Ange, do you have any Chaos Mist left?" The Monarch asked with a mix of regret and frustration.

Just as he spoke, iridescent black flames erupted from the Bone Dragon’s body, possessing attributes identical to those of its scales. Forced to retreat, the Monarch maintained his distance.

The Death Scythe forged from Chaos Mist had perished earlier in the struggle against Dragon Soul. Now, however, the Soul Martial manifestation of the Death Scythe proved ineffective against this Subordinate Origin.

The Mourning Bone Dragon may be impervious, but its rigid defense came with a vulnerability—it was prone to snapping. Originally, the Monarch intended to disassemble it bone by bone with his bare hands. However, the Subordinate Origin’s coating now cushioned its structure, making such an attempt impossible.

Ange shook his head, flipped his hand to retrieve the Universal Pull Divine Hammer, and flung it before him. Then, gripping it with both hands, he pulled forcefully.

The space ahead immediately distorted, pulling out an unstable Devouring Abyss.

The Universal Pull Divine Hammer panicked, abruptly accelerating its speech: "What are you trying to do..."

Before it could finish the sentence, the Abyss sucked it into its depths.

Ange pulled harder, drastically amplifying the Abyss’s suction while compacting its size until it was forcibly absorbed into the hammer’s core.

The hammer’s body shrank noticeably, though the handle mysteriously remained intact, leaving a stark contrast in proportions.

"...What!" The hammer finally completed its earlier complaint, only to realize its transformation. It cried out in agitation: "What have you done to me?!"

Ange ignored the hammer and tossed it toward the Monarch: "Use this."

The Monarch gripped the Universal Pull Divine Hammer and felt his soul tremble in astonishment: "Why didn’t you bring this out earlier?!"

Negris was equally dumbfounded: "Wait, you could’ve used this against the Bone Dragon without summoning the Old Immortal, couldn’t you? Then why summon him?"

Tilting his head, Ange nonchalantly replied, "The Monarch said, for fights, summon him."

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