Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1590 - 1151 Mourning Level Fierce Spirit

Chapter 1590: Chapter 1151 Mourning Level Fierce Spirit

"Silver Coin, Silver Coin, what’s going on? Why are there so many human airships?" Negris immediately used the Soul Network to contact Silver Coin.

"A lot? How many? Are they heading to Undead City? I already reported it—Joseph Faction’s army has made some unknown movements, but we don’t know where they’re headed. My intelligence network over there is incomplete; I’ve only collected this much information." Silver Coin responded.

Commercial networks often double as intelligence networks. Commercial intelligence and military intelligence sometimes overlap, and clever commanders can frequently deduce enemy military movements based on changes in economic trends.

For instance, an abrupt rise or drop in grain prices, sudden control of military supplies, or a slump in business at taverns near barracks—all these could indicate ongoing military activities.

Thus, Silver Coin frequently served as Anthony’s intelligence officer, gathering and analyzing information and extending intelligence networks through the commercial network.

This has become a habitual collaboration between Anthony and Silver Coin. Back in the Star Burst Plane, they worked this way, and upon arriving here, they didn’t even need to discuss it. Silver Coin would collect commercial information and sift out related intelligence, analyze it, and summarize it for Anthony and Ange.

Of course, Ange always ignored this part. He never cared about information unrelated to farming, but Silver Coin still submitted a report to him.

A while back, through gathered intelligence, Silver Coin had noticed abnormal movements in the Joseph Faction’s army. Taverns frequented by soldiers saw fewer military patrons, military supplies on the market were in short supply, and prices had skyrocketed.

Many commerce guilds had received requests from the military to exchange or withdraw Demon Crystals. Demon Crystals, as high-value currency, are generally not used by armies. They’d usually exchange them for gold coins or silver coins, spend only what’s necessary, and deposit the remainder with commerce guilds to earn interest.

Only when preparing for war, especially those requiring substantial consumption of Demon Crystals, would they deliberately exchange and withdraw them. What demands large quantities of Demon Crystals? Airships and Teleportation Arrays.

In the Joseph Faction’s territory, Silver Coin’s commercial network wasn’t fully established; only a few contact points existed, limiting the intelligence gathered.

Based on the limited information, Silver Coin and Anthony speculated that the opponents were assembling an expeditionary army, likely targeting the Friel Empire.

After coming to this conclusion, Anthony and Silver Coin didn’t focus on it further—who could have guessed the airship fleet would appear in Undead City?

Anthony immediately connected to the Soul Network, asking urgently: "What are they doing over there?"

"How would I know? They’ve just been discovered after arriving," Negris replied.

Anthony said: "Stall them. We’ll come right over."

"No need to rush; the Old Immortal is here," Negris responded.

"What? Your Majesty is there? We’ll teleport immediately!" Anthony was even more anxious. "If we’re too slow, Your Majesty will kill them all. Hold him up—leave some alive!"

"Uh, hurry then. I think I saw the Black Cord Mercenary Group’s emblem. What kind of luck do they have? Did Little Snake curse them?" Negris happened to spot a familiar emblem on one of the airships and couldn’t help but laugh.

Little Snake, also known as the Serpent of Misfortune—being cursed by it makes them true unlucky souls devoted to the God of Misfortune, drowning in bad luck.

Negris glanced gleefully at the Monarch, only to find him silently observing from afar, showing no special reaction.

Thinking he didn’t recognize Black Cord’s emblem, Negris reminded him: "Old Immortal, look at that airship. Doesn’t the emblem look familiar? Isn’t it the Black Cord Mercenary Group’s?"

"I see it. What a coincidence," the Monarch nodded.

That’s it? This reaction doesn’t make sense—could he have forgotten? Negris tentatively added: "Oh right, weren’t you once captured by the Black Cord Mercenary Group?"

The Monarch’s skeleton stiffened entirely. He turned rigidly, and the Soul Flame in his eye sockets burned fiercely: "Damned Nage, are you spreading gossip about this everywhere? Are you? ARE YOU?!"

Furious, the Monarch lunged and grabbed Negris by the neck, shaking him violently: "Have you been going around singing about my mistakes? Do you bring this up whenever there’s a chance? You dead Nage, I’m going to strangle you!"

Negris was more outraged by the gossiping than the act of being captured—it’s like someone gossiping about your embarrassing moments is worse than the actual events.

Being flung around and dizzy, Negris struggled and shouted: "Let go of me, Old Immortal! Let go, or I’ll spit at you!"

The fact that he could still yell despite being held showed that the Monarch wasn’t actually using any strength.

"Spit? Oh, I’ll let you spit! I just knew your foul mouth would do this kind of thing! Did you forget why I erased your memory before?" The Monarch shook Negris even harder.

"You erased my memory—of course, I forgot! Let go, or I’ll huff at you! Huff—spit!" Negris unleashed a burst of Dragon Breath.

"Eh?" The Monarch recoiled slightly, dodging Negris’s Dragon Breath and catching it with a flick of his hand. "Your Dragon Breath feels a bit strange—what did you do?"

The Monarch had just woken up and didn’t yet know about the Source of Water. He thought Negris had simply switched bodies—a common practice for skeletons, not unusual at all.

Negris casually explained some of the Source of Water’s properties before asking: "Why did you want to erase my memory previously?"

"I worked so hard to erase it—why would I tell you now? So you can spread both stories together?" Grumpily, the Monarch smacked an invisible force nearby, and Negris, standing several meters away, felt a sharp knock on his head.

Just then, teleportation fluctuations rippled nearby. In a blink, Ange appeared along with Anthony, Silver Coin, Red Star Walker Ulsman, and others.

The Monarch immediately grabbed Negris’s neck again, shouting at Anthony: "Piero! Come help me erase its memory. It’s been running around ruining my reputation!"

Anthony eagerly responded: "Yes, Your Majesty, coming right over!"

Though his reply was enthusiastic, his feet remained rooted where he stood. Anthony understood social dynamics far more than Negris.

Predictably, the Monarch didn’t actually follow through and released Negris after a couple of shakes, casually smacking him on the head once again.

Negris rubbed his head and asked: "Are you really not going to do anything about them?"

"Do something? Kill them, reincarnate them, and enslave them? Am I that bored? If you weren’t constantly bringing it up, who would even remember this incident? Piero, do you remember?" The Monarch asked.

Anthony ’paused’ before replying in genuine confusion: "What? What incident? I don’t recall—did something happen?"

"Although I don’t plan to act against them, I want that Black Cord. I sense something unusual about it. That’s not its full form—I wonder what’s sealed inside." The Monarch remarked.

"Here it comes, speaking of Black Cord and it shows up. Huh, what is she dragging? She’s tied the Black Cord to the airship—what is she pulling?" Negris asked in a puzzled tone.

No one answered; all eyes were fixated on the other end of the Black Cord. At this moment, that long black rope extended infinitely, plunging deep into the Void, slowly dragging something back.

Negris couldn’t make out what was being pulled and quickly projected onto Ange to share their vision. The distant Void immediately became clear in his field of view.

The Black Cord split into hundreds of strands, plunging into a spatial vortex like scattered hairs piercing into the vortex.

Some strands had already emerged from the vortex, each dragging a purple Mourning Soul. If every strand carried a similar Mourning Soul, it was hauling hundreds of them.

Everyone froze—even the Monarch wasn’t exempt. Hundreds of Mourning Souls?

"No, these soul fluctuations are chaotic—they don’t seem like complete Mourning Souls." The Monarch quickly noticed something wasn’t right.

"They’re Fierce Spirits. Fierce Spirits at Mourning Level? Hundreds of them? How is this possible? Where did they come from?" Negris exclaimed in horror.

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