Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 713: Chapter 408: Projecting the Past to Grow Crops?_1
 

Everyone gasped in fright, especially the witch, who instinctively screamed out: “My king!”

However, the skeleton simply raised its hands and froze in place. After a while, its arms twitched, stroking its body a few times. Apart from its hands, there was no movement anywhere else.

Looking at Ange, who still had a hand on the Black Crystal Skeleton and hadn’t moved, everyone started to understand what was happening. Negris ventured: “Ange?”

From the Black Crystal Body came Ange’s hollow voice: “I can’t move.”

Upon hearing this, Negris was instantly able to make sense of the situation: “You mean you can’t move your body, but you can move your hands, right?”

“Yes.” Ange moved his hands slightly. It was a familiar feeling; he had experienced it before when his own bones had rotted and he had to get a new skeleton, one that was higher level silver skeleton compared to his own.

Whenever he would transfer his soul to it, he would feel immobile.

After getting Locke’s skeleton, he replaced his bones with Locke’s, but he encountered the same problem. The purple gold skeleton could only be used up to the elbow. Anything beyond that would make him uncoordinated.

However, as his soul grew stronger with each passing day, the Hand of Locke became increasingly dexterous. By then, he had already mastered the ability of Ultimate Transformation, enabling him to turn into the Mourning Skeleton, thus eliminating the need to replace his skeleton again.

Unexpectedly, after touching the Black Crystal Body, his consciousness was transferred to it. But, his soul strength was insufficient to control it, and he could only manage to raise his hands.

“How…how is that possible?!” The witch was more shocked and incredulous than anyone else. That’s because a thousand years ago, she had tried countless times to contact the king and attempted to transfer her consciousness to the Black Crystal Body. But, she had faced humiliating failure; she simply couldn’t get through.

The power of the Black Crystal Body repelled her. Trying to transfer her consciousness to it was like trying to shoulder a mountain. Every time she tried, it would feel like slamming headfirst into the mountain and almost dislodging her nose.

Yet, now, Ange managed to transfer his consciousness without any sign of collision or resistance. He was easily able to do so with a touch and even managed to raise the Black Crystal Body’s hands.

This wasn’t a matter of strength or resistance anymore; it was more like the Black Crystal Body did not repel him at all.

“Why can you transfer your consciousness? Didn’t the Black Crystal Body repel you?” the Witch asked.

Ange wanted to shake his head but realized he couldn’t move it. So, he simply said: “No.”

Negris closed his book, sounding jealous: “I knew it. He’s his biological son. All the good stuff was inherited by him.”

The Witch suddenly understood, saying: “So he’s the biological child. You were personally brought back to life by His Majesty, so of course you’re his biological heir. No wonder the Black Crystal Body doesn’t repel you.”

Durken, who had been in deep thought, shook his head and posed a question to the witch: “You said that the Black Crystal Body had been silent for the longest time and only recently began to manifest star energy. When did this ‘recently’ actually begin?”

The witch immediately cringed, saying: “It’s been so dark here, how would I know when it began? Let me think…” She then started staring blankly into space, as if trying to recall something, her eyes almost crossing from the effort.

After a while, the Witch declared: “If we calculate backwards from now, it probably began about two or three years ago.”

“Two or three years ago? That’s recent in your books? Your definition of ‘recent’ is quite broad,” Negris retorted ironically. However, considering they’d been here for over a thousand years, two or three years ago could indeed be termed as ‘recent’.

Clapping his hands in realization, Durken asked: “Have you ever thought that the power inside the Black Crystal Body might not be from His Majesty? Because two or three years ago was precisely when Ange inherited the Undead Godhood.”

The witch looked back and forth incredulously between the Black Crystal Body and Ange: “Are you suggesting that the star points in the Black Crystal Body came from Ange, which is why it isn’t repelling his consciousness?”

“Yes. His Majesty cast his soul there but couldn’t stop the Star Burst and didn’t return. That means he can’t transfer his power back. If he could transfer power, he should be able to transfer consciousness as well. And if His Majesty still had the power to transfer back, then why did the star points ultimately disappear?”

Upon hearing these reasons, the witch immediately concurred with Durken’s hypothesis: “So, you mean that the power of the Undead Godhood is supporting the Black Crystal Body? After blocking the Star Burst, the number of star points inside the Black Crystal Body significantly decreased.”

While they were still engaged in their fervent discussion, the Black Crystal Body – which could only move its two hands – suddenly extended its hand and pointed towards the void straight ahead. Ange’s voice rang out: “I feel something over there. I’m going to check it out.”

Upon saying that, the Black Crystal Body froze yet again. One minute passed, then two, then ten…

Negris started to panic: “Why hasn’t he returned? Ange! Ange! There’s no response. Where did he project his consciousness?”

“He was just inside His Majesty’s Black Crystal Body… would it be possible that…?” All their faces turned towards each other, all contemplating the same unbelievable possibility: “Did he project his consciousness to where His Majesty is?”

The witch refused to believe it: “How could that be possible? His Majesty also needed ‘Soul Casting’ to get there. How could he possibly project his consciousness there?”

The Great Sage shook his head and said: “It’s possible. His Majesty had cast his soul there before, thus creating a soul node over there. Ange simply followed the Soul Network to cast himself there.”

“You’re saying he used His Majesty’s Soul Network to cast onto His Majesty’s node on the other side?” the witch murmured to herself. After a while, everyone let out a sigh of realization in unison: “He’s the biological child.”

Tens of minutes passed, and Ange still hadn’t returned. Negris panicked again: “Why hasn’t he returned? Has something happened to him?”

“No, no, it’s nothing. Look at Ange’s soul. It’s intact, which means his consciousness is also safe. Don’t panic, don’t panic,” Durken tried to calm him down, but his voice betrayed his own nervousness.

Panic was indeed necessary. They had all established a soul contract with Ange. If anything happened to him, they would all be finished as well; and unlike His Majesty, Ange wouldn’t sever all soul contracts.

Just then, a wave of fluctuations erupted from Ange, spreading out and affecting everyone present.

Durken and the Witch noticed their skin rapidly losing water and shriveling up, covered in layers of dead skin.

“Ah! What’s happening? What’s going on?” The witch looked in horror at her hands and let out a shrill scream.

“Don’t be scared, don’t be scared. It’s just the Instant Death Halo. Quick, let’s get out of its reach,” the Great Sage urged, quickly pulling the witch out of the halo’s radius.

Durken wasn’t as distressed. Being a witch himself, the Instant Death Halo would only immobilize his skin and flesh, not put his life in danger. He planned to straighten it out with Lisa later.@@novelbin@@

Hence, he joined Negris near Ange instead.

Negris glowered and muttered ruefully after observing for a while: “He’s fine, just releasing his Instant Death Halo. Kvada, that damned skeleton must be planting crops again. Has he gone mad, projecting his consciousness over there just to plant crops?”