Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1766 - 1327: The Hole Leading to the Other Dimension

Chapter 1766: Chapter 1327: The Hole Leading to the Other Dimension

Anthony just said the situation was serious, and now it’s the most serious scenario. The entire enclosed space has no breath of death, despite several possibilities like good ventilation preventing the death aura from brewing. However, the appearance of Baburu negates this possibility.

If the breath of death cannot brew, how did Baburu reincarnate?

Another possibility is that someone is regularly collecting the breath of death, but this person is not the one who consumes it, which is why they missed Baburu. If the person consumes the breath of death, they absolutely would not have failed to discover the Dragon Soul within Baburu.

Well then, the question arises: Who is collecting the breath of death? If it is used for something else, that would be one thing, but if it is to sustain another Undead, then this Undead must be a soul more powerful than the Undead King to consume so much breath of death.

Upon hearing that the souls of his kin might have been devoured, Baburu’s first reaction was panic. What is an Undead? What is a soul? He didn’t know at all.

However, after a moment of panic, he started to ponder: to die and then become ’undead,’ isn’t this exactly the same as his current state? If no one consumes the breath of death, wouldn’t all his kin be able to wake up just like him? Doesn’t someone consuming the breath of death mean depriving his kin of their chance to awaken?

Realizing this, Baburu became furious: "Who did it?"

Anthony asked, "I was about to ask you, you’ve been here so long, haven’t you seen anything else?"

Baburu shook his head: "I feel like I just slept, and you guys came. If I have to say I’ve ’seen’ other things..."

"I haven’t ’seen’ anything, but I ’dreamed’ of some very noisy sounds, like many children talking, chattering away. The noise was so chaotic, I wanted to shout for them to be quiet, but couldn’t. Until just now, I finally managed to shout out. I originally thought I was dreaming, but now it seems those noisy sounds weren’t a dream."

"Children talking? Could you understand what they were saying?" Anthony asked.

Baburu shook his head: "I couldn’t understand; it wasn’t Dragon Language, nor Universal Language."

"By the way, how do you guys know Universal Language? Did you specially learn it?" Anthony asked ’curiously.’

"No, the Dragon God knows it, so we know it. As Juvenile Dragons mature to a certain extent, the first thing their bloodline awakens is their language ability," Baburu explained.

Anthony continued, "So, the noisy sounds you dreamed of, were in a language even the Dragon God doesn’t know?"

Baburu was also taken aback and started pondering, after a long pause he said, "Due to limited memory capacity, when we awaken languages, we can’t remember them all like the Dragon God can; we can only choose a few commonly used ones to remember, while the others are forgotten."

"But even if forgotten, if a language is known to the Dragon God, I would at least feel familiar with it. However, the noisy sounds I heard in my dream were very unfamiliar, so they must be in a language even the Dragon God doesn’t know." Baburu finally concluded.

Anthony nodded thoughtfully.

Negris, anxious, quickly asked on the Soul Network: "Why are you asking this? How we learned Universal Language, you should know, right? Are you asking this to confirm whether it’s a language even the Dragon God doesn’t know? Does it matter?"

"A language unknown to the Dragon God probably doesn’t belong to this world. Lord Nage, if you encounter an unfamiliar language and listen to it a few times, you can learn it; the Dragon God certainly can too. So if it’s a language they’ve heard before, the Dragon God should know it. If even the Dragon God doesn’t know it, it’s likely foreign," Anthony stated.

Negris had a thought: "Gemez Fortress?"

Anthony responded, "Probably not. Ge Castle Mai Bao only arrived here not long ago, but the collection of death aura here has been ongoing for a long while."

Negris scratched his head, feeling like his head would explode, with the various forces intertwining, different timelines entangling, exceeding his capacity to handle it. Instead, Anthony seemed to enjoy this kind of fun.

Yennefer walked back dejectedly, saying, "My father didn’t turn into Uncle Baburu."

"Accept my condolences, young one. Perhaps it’s a blessing in disguise, even if he could wake up, he’d only be an Undead," Anthony patted her shoulder.

He had already scanned everything with his mind; there was no soul in that body. Earlier, he just wanted to get Yennefer away.

Just as he was about to say something, Ange suddenly turned and glanced in a certain direction, then made a shushing gesture.

All of Ange’s subordinate cooperated perfectly, quickly gathering around him, leaving Baburu and Yennefer standing there dumbfounded.

Anthony hurriedly said, "You’re all Dragon-Men, find a pit to lie down in and play dead."

"Oh, oh." Baburu and Yennefer quickly found a pit to lie in, while everyone else virtualized and attached themselves to Ange, disappearing in a flash, who knows where they soul-shifted to.

After a while, the body of a Dragon-Man on the ground suddenly moved, carefully shifted a bit, and a head poked out. The head wore a pair of protruding glasses, quietly scanning the surroundings before its gaze fell on Yennefer’s direction.

After a while, another head popped out, asking in a low voice, "Why so slow? Is there a breath of death? Any new corpses?"

The first head replied softly, "There’s a new one, not dead yet, warm, no breath of death."

"Not dead yet, let’s wait. Why is there still no breath of death? What’s going on? There haven’t been any new dead coming in these years, so strange. I thought these Dragon-Men had gone extinct, but now there’s new Dragon-Men. Seems they’re not extinct, but why have there been so few dead Dragon-Men lately?" The second head, also wearing protruding glasses, glanced, finally focusing on Yennefer.

In the air, observing everything, the others exclaimed on the Soul Network: "Goblins? Why are there Goblins here? And they’re speaking Ancient Goblin Language? No wonder Baburu said it was noisy, Ancient Goblin Language is the noisiest language."

"Are their glasses on their heads able to see the living? Why did they say Yennefer is warm, not dead," Luther asked.

"Yennefer isn’t dead now, and they seem afraid to come out, what should we do? Should we let Yennefer die a little?" Negris asked.

"How does one die a little?"

"Make it so that she makes herself dead, and then Ange can revive her afterward,"

"Ugh, that’s too harsh. Actually, no need for that, let Yennefer lower her body temperature and enter a false death state. Dragon-Men are cold-blooded, so they should be able to play dead, right?" proposed Ursman.

This was a good idea, Negris quickly messaged Yennefer, and soon the two Goblins in the pit started saying: "It’s cooling down, cooling down, let’s go over and take a look."

"Actually, we should have caught her earlier and interrogated her as to why there are so few dead Dragon-Men," the two Goblins crawled out of the pit, chatting as they walked towards Yennefer.

"Stop bragging, you think you can capture her? A dying Dragon-Man could crush your head, just be our cleanup crew peacefully, still want to capture people? Catching and killing is the job of the Crystal God," another Goblin said disdainfully.

After the Goblins left the pit spot, following their path out, Ange saw a hole, a hole leading to another dimension.