Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 685: Chapter 382: There’s Something in the Lord’s Hall_1
 

“Why?” Negris asked; it had been curious for a long time. Why delete its memories instead of those of countless others? Was it being singled out?

“Yeah, yeah, why erase its memories? I guess it’s because it talks too much.” Lightning shrugged as everyone turned their heads in curiosity.

“I guess it’s because it’s always lecherously staring at the witch. The king got mad and, oh, not spanked him, but erased his memory,” Luther guessed.

Negris’ face paled, it glared at them vengefully; it would settle the score with them later.

The Great Sage said, “Negris, do you remember your ultimate move?”

“What ultimate move? Chattering? Or the Enlightenment Aura?” Negris asked, perplexed.

The Great Sage shook his head, “Apparently you’ve truly forgotten. Those were the abilities of you as the God of Knowledge. What about your skills as the Bronze Giant Dragon? Do you remember them?”

Negris had a thought, “Are you talking about Predictive Ability? Prophetic Perception?”

The Great Sage nodded.

“What’s the point of this damn Prophetic Perception? It’s practically useless. Naeli has the same ability, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, can’t predict anything. Shamara’s perception is far more useful.” Negris grumbled in irritation.

Almost all of the abilities of the Three Ancient Dragons – The Prophet Dragon, the Time Dragon, and the Space Dragon – were useless because they weren’t practical.

For instance, the Prophet Dragon’s predictive ability. It could feel some fragments, but it had no idea when they would occur, only recalling the fragments after the event had already transpired, but it was always too late.

It had once sensed Steadfast Locke was coming to beat it up, but didn’t know when. By the time Locke showed up, escape was no longer an option.

During the fight, it sensed Locke’s attack and the attack’s trajectory, but it couldn’t avoid it and ended up being beaten up and kicked out.

It was already the strongest among the Prophet Dragons, while Naeli, also a Bronze Dragon, could at best predict the enemies’ flight path and her own death. Before she died, she sensed her own doom, escaped and bought time to bury her body.

Such a pathetic ability… Why the memory deletion?

Great Sage rubbed his nose, looking a bit awkward, “That’s just because you’re too weak to control this power. After His Majesty seized your power, he saw a lot of things.”

“What!? His Majesty seized my power of Prophet!?” Negris was shocked.

“Yes. You weren’t able to utilize it anyway, so His Majesty planned to borrow it for a while. You even agreed at the time, with His Majesty promising to help you reconstruct your body after he’s done using it.”

Having said that, Great Sage shot a strange look at Negris:

“After attaining the power of the Prophet, His Majesty sat still for two years. When he finally woke up, the first thing he did was erase your memory. For he saw that in the future, you would incessantly complain about him not returning what he borrowed, so much so that everyone in the world would know that His Majesty had a habit of not returning what he borrows.”

“Damn…” Negris almost coughed up blood. Although he had no memory of this incident, he knew he was capable of doing such a thing. But if His Majesty had just returned the power of the Prophet, none of this would have happened, right?

The Great Sage shook his head, “It won’t do. His Majesty witnessed something more terrifying.”

Everyone gasped in unison, “The Faith Storm!”

This time, it was the Great Sage’s turn to be surprised, “It seems you know a lot. How much do you actually know?”

Negris explained what he knew, the Great Sage was so shocked that his jaw dropped, “How do you guys know more about this than I do?”

“That’s about it. His Majesty saw the incoming Faith Storm, but he doesn’t know exactly when it will arrive. That’s why he can’t return the power of the Prophet to you. He still needs it while making arrangements.”

Negris rolled his eyes, “Alright, I accept this explanation. He not only borrowed something and didn’t return it, but also erased my memory. And he hasn’t reconstructed my body yet. What a dishonest old bone.”

Apart from a few complaints, Negris had no other solutions. The king was somewhere unknown, so settling the account was impossible.

“And what about the witch? She was the one who stole my power as the Prophet, why was her memory also deleted?” Negris asked.

The Great Sage answered, “Because she was the one who removed the power of Prophet from you. When you verbally attacked the king, she was caught in the crossfire.”

“…” Negris knew he was capable of doing such a thing. If the talents of the Bronze Dragon bloodline were stolen and not returned, keeping his memories would certainly result in him cursing at them every day.

Kvada, what a frustrating situation. Now, both of them had disappeared, making it impossible for him to take revenge.@@novelbin@@

No, he could still take revenge. Negris asked: “Why are you telling me all this now? Aren’t you afraid that from today onwards, I’ll not shut up about this, causing all my followers to condemn their outrageous behavior?”

Lightning and Luther looked at each other, their faces filled with a desire to laugh but not daring to: Does he still have any followers?

But the Great Sage didn’t know. He just forced a smile and said, “It doesn’t matter anymore. The Emperor is gone.”

“What!?”

“What did you say!? Impossible?”

“Stop talking nonsense, how would you know!?”

Fighters of the Undead Empire such as Durken, Feiti, and Harvey were the most shocked.

The Great Sage pointed to where a stone figure should have stood and said, “The Guardian God Emperor was a duplicate of His Majesty. Its disappearance means that His Majesty is gone.”

After the Great Sage explained, everyone understood. The Guardian God Emperor was a clone of the Undead King, which was why Feiti could not withstand its attacks. Even Durken did not know its origins.

With the nomadic Undead King often away, the Guardian God Emperor served as the last defender and the most robust barrier for the Resting Camp.

However, unlike the citizens like Durken and Feiti where their soul links can be severed at any time, the Guardian God Emperor was the Undead King’s duplicate. Its disappearance symbolized the final vanishing of the Undead King.

This was not good news. Everyone stood still for a long time, taking in this information. After a while, Harvey finally asked, “Who could kill the king?”

“I don’t know. Maybe the Soul Storm or the Gods of Light or the chaotic currents of the void,” the Great Sage said.

“I… I must find the murderer to avenge the king!” Harvey swore angrily.

Durken and Feiti seemed to have the same idea, but they didn’t say anything. Instead, they shifted their gazes to Ange.

After hearing the whole process, Ange, who was always somewhat bewildered since most of the talk didn’t hit the crucial point, asked, “Could it have…gone in?”

Ange pointed hesitantly at the main hall of the Resting Camp, for he felt something inside it.