Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1585 - 1146: The ’Rich’ Soul Network

Chapter 1585: Chapter 1146: The ’Rich’ Soul Network

"So, you’re the Old Immortal’s real son, huh? Actually remembering to call him for a fight." Negris said sarcastically.

It did recall that the Old Immortal had once said to call him for a fight, but that was all the way back during the Chaos Plane days. Negris couldn’t even remember which Chapter that was in now, yet this Dead Skull actually remembered.

Ange scratched his head in frustration. "Fighting, not fun."

"If it’s not fun, why would you call Old Immortal? Does that mean you’d never call him for farming?" Negris retorted.

Ange shook his head vigorously.

Boom! As they talked, a thunderous sound rang out. Looking up, they saw the Mourning Bone Dragon’s crown get completely blown off—only half its skull remained, falling limply along with the skeleton toward the ground.

The Monarch leapt back with a few agile jumps and said with mild surprise, "Hey, this hammer works great. I’m taking it."

"Wow, you’re really something, huh? What’s the point of taking it? You don’t even know how to charge it—Universal Pull Divine Hammer in your hands is just a regular hammer," Negris snarked.

"Right, right, right," chimed the Divine Hammer, always sparse with words but suddenly quite responsive.

"Is that so?" The Monarch clutched the hammer and flew toward the area where the Bone Dragon’s body hit ground, coincidentally where the rest of the fallen skeleton crashed down with a resounding thud.

With the hammer in hand, the Monarch began smashing the Bone Dragon’s finger bone with deafening bangs. After much effort, he managed to pulverize one piece of the finger bone, returning with a dizzy-looking Divine Hammer. "Definitely not as good as before. Here, take it back. Got any Chaos Mist left? Gimme some, I’ll craft a scythe."

Ange, seemingly uninterested in the hammer now, hid his hands behind his back and shook his head.

"Oh, come on, kid. Fine, fine. Not the stuff in your hands. Just give me some later, okay?" The Monarch chuckled, amused at Ange’s transparency.

That seemed reasonable to Ange, who nodded in agreement.

"You idiot! Now he knows you have some on hand! Dumb!"

"Haha, take it back." The Monarch laughed heartily and handed the Divine Hammer back.

The hammer, now subdued, had clearly learned its lesson about who it was dealing with—a Skeleton Monarch who dared to call Ange "kid" and was utterly vindictive. Just saying "right, right, right" a few moments ago had ended with the hammer being used to repeatedly smash the Mourning Bones until it was nearly destroyed.

In essence, the Universal Pull Divine Hammer was a manifestation of the power of the World-Ending Magic Formation. Without additional energy, it was just a hammer. After the Devouring Power Ange infused with it had obliterated the Bone Dragon, there was almost nothing left. If it were used to keep smashing, it really would have broken apart.

Shaking his head, Ange pulled out another Devouring Abyss and pressed it into the Divine Hammer.

The Monarch grabbed the recharged hammer, which had shrunk slightly, and curiously asked, "Why can you pull these Devouring Abysses so easily?"

Negris explained the mechanism of using Little Ghost and Kram as anchor points to tear open Devouring Abysses, and the Monarch clicked his tongue in amazement.

"That God of Light let you pull this off? With that distance? Did it bring Heaven’s Fortress here? Man, that’s just..." The Monarch trailed off, at a loss for words.

Abandoning his Primordial Body, the Monarch had enlisted Ange’s help to throw his consciousness across vast distances. Now, Little Ghost simply brought Heaven’s Fortress all the way here? If he’d known, he’d have traveled in style, taken a nap aboard Heaven’s Fortress for a few decades, and woken up far beyond the Energy Level Great Desert.

The Monarch still preferred calling it the Energy Level Great Desert rather than the Boundless Space Hole.

"Enough of that. Why does my Soul Network suddenly have so many nodes? What did you cram into me while I was asleep?" The Monarch tapped his skull with a finger bone.

Since waking, he’d felt his Soul Network had become... excessively ’rich.’

Previously, while having more nodes, most of them were lifeless and rarely produced information—it was all deathly silent even for hundreds of years.

So he’d streamlined it, connecting more nodes to his elite followers, who then connected to Witch Locke, the Great Sage, and others before eventually linking back to him in a pyramid-style structure to keep the Soul Network simpler.

Yet now, while still ’streamlined,’ the sheer amount of information had exploded by tens of thousands of times. The Monarch felt like he’d gone from a graveyard to a bustling marketplace.

What was going on? Did Ange shove hundreds of millions of nodes into his Soul Network?

"Forty thousand intelligent Undead, enjoy. Lucky you." Negris smirked in a ’you’re-getting-a-great-deal’ tone.

The tens of thousands of intelligent Undead gathered at Undead City were all shoved into the Monarch’s network by Ange. Breaking through the Black Crystal Soul required more than just breath of death—it needed higher-tier forces from thoughts and consciousness to make a proper impact.

As for Ange, his power had long transcended the Soul Network, drawing directly from the seven elemental laws of the Void. Attaching tens of thousands of intelligent Undead to him was purely wasteful.

Still, despite those facts, Negris’s relationship with the Monarch swung between concern and spite—it fretted about the Monarch’s struggles but feared he’d handle too much, stuck in perpetual contradiction without snarky remarks for balance.

"Forty? Thousand? Forty thousand intelligent Undead? Intelligent? The kind with brains?" Even the Undead King had trouble processing this fact—hundreds of millions of regular Undead would’ve been easier to accept.

"Yes, forty thousand. I know what you’re going to ask. We don’t know either, but we suspect it’s because the Plane Consciousness was shattered at the same time, resulting in the birth of so many intelligent Undead," Negris answered preemptively.

"That’s possible? Plane Consciousness..." The Monarch pondered for a moment before suddenly asking, "Kram’s a Plane Consciousness too, isn’t it?"

Negris warily replied, "What are you thinking?"

"What do you think I’m thinking? I just want to take a look—check them out. Maybe I’ll snag a few later." The Monarch huffed in response.

True old friends—within a few exchanges, intent, suspicion, rejection, and attitudes were all laid bare.

Seeing the Monarch promise not to mess with Kram, Negris finally conceded. "It’s not that easy—you should recover your strength first. Or what? Next time you face another Mourning Bone Dragon, will you have to call for ’charging’ again?"

"If I can’t beat the Mourning Bone Dragon, I’ll take it out on the Silver Little Fat Dragon instead. I’m off to check on my intelligent subjects." The Monarch closed his eyes briefly to sense, then tore open space and disappeared within.

"Take out the Silver Little Fat Dragon? I’ll morph and crush it next time," Negris scoffed disdainfully, only after the space rift had closed.

While they bantered, Anthony and the others had already cleaned up the battlefield. The skeleton and blown-off skull of the Mourning Bone Dragon had been dragged back, and Anthony reported, "Master, we couldn’t find the White Crystal. Not sure if it was shattered or fled."

Ange simply said, "It fled."

As he spoke, Ange took the dislodged skull, aligning it with the original cranium before dripping several concentrated Insect Ash Liquid vials into the cracks.