Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1774 - 1335: Reversing to the Moment of Just Dying

Chapter 1774: Chapter 1335: Reversing to the Moment of Just Dying

Negris pouted in displeasure, thinking to himself how much trust the Old Immortal must have in Ange. To bring his entire true form just because he was told to, without needing an explanation, and to simply ask what to do next, without worrying if Ange might deceive him.

Ange opened a teleportation gate to the Space-Time Domain, pointing at the Dragon-Man corpses on the ground, and said, "Collect them."

"You still want the corpses? So many of them, are we rebuilding the Undead Empire?" the Monarch asked in confusion, while dispersing his form into a plume of smoke that swept up the corpses.

Everywhere it passed, all the bodies were gathered into the smoke. When the smoke returned to the teleportation gate, it poured out hundreds, even thousands of corpses.

Negris remarked sarcastically, "It’s a pity, Old Immortal, earlier we encountered a super powerful Chaotic Black Crystal Skull that even Ange couldn’t defeat. But you’re no longer an Black Crystal, having turned into a Primordial Body, otherwise, you could have followed its evolutionary path."

The Monarch said in astonishment, "A Chaotic Black Crystal stronger than Ange? Impossible! Who is it? Though I am a Primordial Body, my true form is still an Black Crystal; if it’s really that powerful, I’ll just revert back."

"King Fei Lie, you’ll meet him soon enough. Ange doesn’t have his true form here, so he summoned you to help beat him up," Negris stated.

"Then you want to resurrect these Dragon-Men into the Undead Army and beat him up together?" asked the Monarch, puzzled.

As they continued moving the bodies, Luther and Lightning went up to help. Luther spread his arms, grabbed corpses with his four hands, and tossed them towards the teleportation gate.

If they were ordinary corpses, Luther wouldn’t dare toss them like this, as they were too fragile and might break apart. However, these Dragon-Men bodies were very sturdy and well-preserved. They wouldn’t even flinch if chopped with a sword, let alone tossed.

Lightning stood guard before the teleportation gate, and whenever a corpse dropped, its hind leg would effortlessly flick the body into the gate with precision. If it could participate in Stellaris Academy’s Magic Ball match, it would surely dominate.

Anthony and Ursman also came to help, but they could only use Soul Shift, transporting two corpses at a time, which was much slower in comparison.

At this speed, gathering all the corpses that stretched to the horizon would take days, and by then, King Fei Lie might have already arrived.

Ange thought for a moment, then pulled with both hands to create a Devouring Abyss. Instantly, a powerful suction drew all nearby objects into it.

Ange threw the Devouring Abyss forward, controlling it to fly into the distance, and all matter, including corpses, was pulled up like iron filings to a magnet.

Ange controlled the range to ensure that the corpses wouldn’t be sucked into the Abyss, nor drop to the ground. He circled around all the pits, and the corpses fell towards the direction of the Devouring Abyss like they were plummeting from the sky.

When the Abyss turned around and approached the backside of the teleportation gate, all those corpses fell into the gate. Repeating this process several times, almost all the scattered corpses were cleared, leaving just a few dozen, which Luther and the others quickly collected.

This method was fast, but the drawback was that the surface was scraped off a layer; almost all the pits were overturned, some even fell into the Space Gate along with the corpses.

"Seven hundred, sixty thousand, seven thousand, fifty-one," Ange suddenly recited a string of numbers.

"What? You’re talking about the number of corpses? Seven hundred sixty thousand?" Negris hesitated for a moment before realizing.

Ange nodded.

"That’s a bit few. Eight million years, and that’s all the corpses they built up, not even one a year? The Dragon-Men really don’t reproduce much," Negris observed in surprise.

"Maybe they have long lifespans. Baburu, how long do your Dragon-Men live?" Anthony inquired.

Baburu calculated for a moment and replied, "About a hundred thousand years or so."

"That long?" Negris widened his eyes. As a Bronze Dragon, his lifespan was around ten thousand years at best, and Lower Dragons lived even less, only seven or eight thousand. These Dragon-Men live up to a hundred thousand years? Almost on par with old trees.

Upon further thought, it made sense. Though they are called Dragon-Men, in reality, they were all First-Order Dragon Gods; they were only called Dragon-Men to distinguish from the real Dragon Gods.

It was reasonable for First-Order Dragon Gods to have a lifespan of a hundred thousand years.

If they lived a hundred thousand years, then seven hundred sixty thousand corpses suggest that at some point, the Dragon-Men maintained a population size of around a hundred thousand.

A hundred thousand First-Order Dragon Gods?

It’s mind-boggling to think about. Unfortunately, in this void, even First-Order Dragon Gods aren’t considered powerful; not even their corpses escaped being reduced to soul energy by King Fei Lie.

How much of their past strength can be retained if they’re resurrected as Undead, I wonder?

With this question in mind, everyone stepped into the Space-Time Domain, standing on the magnified Space-Time Compass, watching the floating Dragon-Men corpses fill the sky, feeling both eerie and ghastly.

Ange took a step forward, scales rippling over his body as he transformed into a fully-formed Dragon God.

Seeing Ange’s transformation, Negris finally sensed something was amiss: "Aren’t you resurrecting the Dragon-Men? Why transform into a Dragon God?"

Resurrecting the Undead doesn’t require transforming into a Dragon God; doing so indicates an attempt to control the Space-Time Domain. What is this Dead Skull trying to do? Can he manage seven hundred thousand plus Dragon-Men corpses?

But before any objections could be raised, Ange had already begun rotating the compass.

Ange turned it very slowly, as if immense weight bore down on his hands. In the next moment, all surrounding statues began to emit light.

The cloaked Farming Origin, Dark Origin, Devouring Origin, Consciousness Origin, Ultimate Origin, Space Origin, Space-Time Origin, the seven Origin Powers united here.

Additionally, statues representing the Undead God with a scythe, the Harvest Goddess holding wheat, the God of Arbitration, the God of Light and Darkness... all Godly Status manifestations that Ange possessed, were now all glowing with divine light.

Even Little Ghost and Kram appeared in Ange’s hands, joining forces to push together. Besides Little Sapling, Ange was practically exerting all his farming strength.

Seven hundred thousand plus Dragon-Men corpses collectively underwent changes. However, due to the inconsistency in their times of death, corpses closer began to change more drastically, with some dry corpses gradually becoming robust and exhibiting a breath of death.

It was only at this moment that Ange stopped and said, "Monarch, pull them back."

Though it was an incomplete sentence, somehow the Monarch mysteriously understood without needing a translation, transforming into his Primordial Body, and Lightning extended its scythe, hooking back all the corpses showing the breath of death.

After the Monarch retrieved the corpses, Ange resumed turning. Before long, more corpses began to show the breath of death, and the Monarch promptly hooked them back without further prompts from Ange.

The Monarch stood upon the Space-Time Compass, unaffected by time’s reversal. Corpses hooked by his scythe were also immediately released from the reversal’s effects. Quickly, corpses piled up on the ground, with the breath of death gathering.

Negris finally understood what Ange intended, quivering as he said, "You don’t mean to reverse them all to the moment just before they died, do you?"