Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1602 - 1163: Can I?

Chapter 1602: Chapter 1163: Can I?

When the Blacksoe Elf mentioned that it was a Soul Armor, Anthony was stunned. This Black Chain didn’t look anything like a Soul Armor. But when he summoned his Soul Armor and grasped the Black Chain, the breath of death enveloping the chain immediately revealed faint traces of residual soul energy.

"It’s truly a Soul Armor, a Chaos Armament?" Anthony exclaimed in surprise.

Soul Armors cannot exist independently of the soul. They are condensations of soul energy and begin to dissipate once separated from the soul.

However, there is a type of Soul Armor that can exist independently outside a soul—Chaos Armaments, such as the Monarch’s Death Scythe.

The Monarch has gifted two or three Death Scythes to others. Now, with this Black Chain existing independently, could it also have been condensed from the Chaos Mist?

Putting away the Black Chain, Anthony nodded courteously at the elf. "Greetings. Let’s reintroduce ourselves. I’m Anthony. What shall I call you?"

The elf glanced at the Black Chain coiled around Anthony’s wrist and replied, "Blacksoe."

Anthony asked with feigned surprise, "Blacksoe? Where’s your Black Chain?"

"You!" The elf’s ears twitched sharply in frustration. You just snatched the Black Chain from me, and now you’re asking such ridiculous questions with a straight face?

Clearly, Anthony was being intentionally provocative. "Without the Black Chain, you’ll need a different name. What is your elven name?"

The elf was about to retort, but Negris suddenly interjected, "He’s saving your life, you fool. The name ’Blacksoe’ has provoked the wrong people. If you don’t want to die, change it."

Anthony glanced at Negris in surprise. Little Fat Dragon actually understood his intentions? That’s rare—when did it suddenly get clever?

Yet it wasn’t entirely about saving her life; Anthony mainly wanted to avoid affecting His Majesty’s mood. Although the Monarch is magnanimous, if Blacksoe retains its original name, people might easily ask, "Were you the one who captured a Primal Mourner?"

How awkward would that be? Emre’s reaction earlier was a perfect example of the possibilities. It’s better to change it; whether she dies isn’t the issue, but upsetting His Majesty wouldn’t be good.

Of course, the primary reason was that Anthony wanted to spare her life. Otherwise, there’d be no need to worry about any of this. But after snatching the chain without paying, killing her outright would violate Ange’s principle of equivalent exchange.

Had she been willing to sell earlier, how great that would’ve been. Pay a bit extra—even buy her life—and let her experience being appraised and priced by fate.

The elf glanced at Little Fat Dragon, then at Anthony, as if unsure whether to believe him or simply endure. Reluctantly, she muttered, "Dark Elf. Neleida."

"Dark Elf?" Negris cast her an incredulous look. "Not dark at all."

Neleida was pale and statuesque, resembling Elf Queen Galadriel in almost every way—not at all like the dark-skinned Dark Elves. Could her so-called ’darkness’ mean something else?

Silver Coin quickly clarified, "Here, Dark Elf refers to elves who wield Dark Power, not to skin color."

Having collected numerous interpretations of terms from this world, Silver Coin knew the significance of ’Dark Elf’ here. However, "Dark Elves were thought to be extinct."

Neleida shook her head. "We aren’t extinct; we just relocated to a safer place to survive."

At this point, Emre suddenly interjected, "Sorry, may I ask—what are Dark Elves like in your land?"

Anthony gave him a meaningful look and immediately covered Negris’s mouth. "We’ll discuss that later."

He then turned to Neleida. "What are your plans? Are you leaving, or staying here to perish?"

"I..." Neleida looked at the Black Chain on Anthony’s wrist, realizing it was truly beyond retrieval. Yet she was unwilling to let go, torn and indecisive.

Seeing her hesitation, Anthony merely smiled and nodded before gesturing politely to Emre: "After you."

Emre followed Anthony, flying ahead. As he drifted forward, he couldn’t resist glancing back. Everyone had followed, except for the goblin who remained on the airship, seemingly engaged in conversation with Neleida.

"You’re really not killing her?" Emre couldn’t help but ask. "Her Blackso Mercenary Group is a god-level mercenary group. Though... they’re troublemakers, aren’t they? If they come for you, it could be a hassle."

"Not a bother. Certain rules constrain us. While they’re not mandatory, it’s better not to break them—otherwise, the Master might have a relapse of his obsessive tendencies." Anthony replied with a smile.

Emre gazed at Anthony’s back, his expression shifting repeatedly before finally saying nothing.

At first, he believed Anthony to be an ordinary man. Then he discovered he was a worshipper, followed by revelations of Anthony’s formidable martial techniques, and finally his possession of Soul Armor.

Emre no longer knew how to respond. Was this what they meant by ’unfathomable’? Perhaps the next revelation would be that Anthony was actually a god.

To think that someone so unfathomable could impose restraint upon himself... solely to avoid aggravating the Master’s obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

When Emre next encountered Ange, his mindset had already shifted completely. He struck his chest with his fist in salute: "Greetings, Lord Star God."

Ange nodded lightly and simply continued planting seeds.

Anthony handed the Black Chain to Durken and casually remarked, "It seems like you’re not particularly close with the Star Progeny Master. Yet, you call yourselves the Star God Legion. How does that make sense?"

Instead of answering, Emre asked in return, "Star Progeny Master? And you all are...?"

Anthony replied, "They call us Gemez Fortress, but no, our Master is the Great Unified Origin of Seven Forces. I’m his spokesperson. My name is Anthony."

"This one is Red Star. That one is Walker. And that’s Ursman." Anthony continued the introductions.

"Ursman? I think I’ve heard that name before." Emre looked at Ursman in surprise.

Ursman nodded and smiled gently in response. So, his name still echoed across the planes.

"The very same Ursman you’ve heard of. He ascended and is now a Star God—a Subordinate Origin." Anthony explained.

Emre’s eyes widened in shock. The magnitude of the information left him struggling for words: "Star Gods... aren’t they... aren’t they... but isn’t..."

Anthony understood what he was referencing and clarified, "The Star Gods you’re referring to—we call them Subordinate Origins, like Ursman or the Star Progeny Master. They could have been born from the consciousness of Star Gods, or they could be ascended beings. Above these subordinate entities are the true Origins, such as our Master, or perhaps... the Ancient Godlight?"

Few knew the true meaning behind the ’Godlight’ in the Divine Light Alliance’s name. Emre happened to be among the select few.

He instinctively glanced toward the Boundless Space Hole, then at Ange, his jaw hanging open for a good while, before blurting, "If ordinary people can ascend to become Star Gods, could it happen to me?"

PS: Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka...