Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 813: 458

“Array? What kind of array?” Negris asked.

Arrays come in complex and simple forms, with different levels requiring different engraving difficulties.

“Like this,” Durken clasped his hands, made a gesture, and an array’s phantom shadow expanded. He pressed it onto the iron sphere, finely adjusted its curvature, and then imprinted it on the surface.

Negris wanted to spit in his face, as the array Durken imprinted was at least a sixteenth level one, its complexity comparable to cloisonné with a copper base, and yet it still needed to be engraved two fingers deep?

“Kvada, no wonder you said you couldn’t handle it. You wouldn’t finish this even by next year,” Negris cursed disgruntledly.

Indeed, only Ange was capable of quickly completing such complex transformations. With the array Durken had imprinted, all Ange had to do was to carve according to the marks. Using the Freckle Removal Technique with a buzzing sound, he completed this complex task in one night.

Durken had already prepared the mithril filigree. As soon as Ange carved a section, he would take a small hammer and embed the mithril thread into it. Shortly after Ange had finished carving, Durken had it all set in place.

With the addition of the array and mithril thread embellishments, the rough and ugly iron ball had mysteriously transformed into something exquisite.

Upon embedding a hamster’s soul inside, after a frenzy of operation, the iron ball began to roll.

“Excellent, now we can start building roads. Lord, may I borrow the Big Round Devil for a moment? I want to construct a road from Iron Sand City to Deloge City,” Durken requested.

After Ange agreed, Durken began driving the Big Round Devil towards Iron Sand City. Wherever it went, a smooth trench was formed.

The roads shaped this way would collect water in the middle when it rained, but it was not a problem – just a few more rolls would do. After all, Iron Sand City produced Demon Crystals, so there was no worry about a lack of energy.

Durken had just left when Silver Coin hurried over: “Lord, you might need to see this.”

Durken, who hadn’t gone far, was also called back.

…

In the House of the Deceased, it was still the man in the cloak, but besides the vice president of the Undead Guild Lioado, there were several others with clearly distinguished status and renowned names.

However, Negris was too shocked by their conversation to probe into their identities.

“The Sorcerer Alliance is deploying Goblin Airships. According to the situation, they’re prepared to bomb here, here, and here – a total of six places,” the man in the cloak said, pointing to six different locations on a map.

This was the first time the man in the cloak revealed his fingers during the meeting, which were long, clean but tightly skin-wrapped around the bones, bony to the point of bonelessness. They were not as unpleasant to look at as one might expect; they would be even better if they had a bit of elasticity.

However, the places those fingers pointed to were not so pleasing to the eye, as the sixth point was Northern Wind City.

“Goblin Airship? Bombing? What can that broken airship bomb? When are they bombing?” Negris asked.

Silver Coin didn’t answer, instead gesturing for Negris to keep listening.

Then they heard Lioado ask, “Bombing? What’s the purpose of bombing these places?”

The man in the cloak replied, “According to intelligence, it’s to clear the landing area for the magicians’ ladders.”

“Six magicians’ ladders? That many? What are they coming down for?” Lioado asked, puzzled.

After a moment’s hesitation, the man in the cloak said, “Disaster relief.”

“When does the bombing start?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

After exchanging information, the man in the cloak and Lioado, among others, dispersed immediately to respond, and the imagery came to an end.

Silver Coin quickly floated up the tower, activated a certain message, and pointing to a figure on it, said, “This is the Goblin Airship.”

The Goblin Airship depicted in the illustration closely resembled the ones Ange had seen before, yet it bore no sails. Instead, it was equipped with two propellers on both sides of its hull, as if relying on the thrust of the propellers to propel it forward.

“Did you notify Northern Wind City?” Negris couldn’t figure out what such an airship could do. Could they have invented a Magic Egg to drop from the air and detonate?

Lord Silver Coin nodded, “Yes, long ago. Feiwo is already on the lookout for airships in the sky and ready to hide in the cellar at any moment.”

“It’s evening now, and it’s about to get dark. Why not carry out the attack tonight instead of waiting until tomorrow morning?” Durken asked.

Lord Silver Coin replied, “Perhaps their main target is the Undead, who are more active at night than during the day.”

“Why have these magicians suddenly come forth? We’ve been here for a while now and have seen many magicians, Ji Li included, but it seems none of them are from the Sorcerer Alliance. What’s the difference?” Negris inquired.

Lord Silver Coin replied with a bitter smile, “The Sorcerer Alliance is simply an alliance formed by magicians. There is no difference. Once you join the Sorcerer Alliance, that’s what you are.”

“Then why doesn’t the Monarch simply forbid them? Isn’t allowing them to spread magical knowledge akin to nurturing one’s own enemies?” Negris asked, puzzled.

Durken shrugged, “That, I do not know. His Majesty has always been like this. Take the Church of Light, for instance. Their Divine Arts are clearly aimed at the Undead, yet His Majesty has not eradicated them either.”

“A long time ago, Locke asked His Majesty about this, and His Majesty knocked on his head and scolded, ‘When the enemy grows stronger, don’t you become stronger too?! Without enemies, would you just go to sleep, you empty-headed fool! Empty-headed fool!’ It’s probably because he fears we would lose our survival pressure.”

Indeed, this could be a possibility. Look at Harvey, who, using the excuse of a herniated disc, lazes around all day. Without the pressure to survive, the Undead probably all prefer to slumber.

Just then, the nearby Teleportation Array issued a communication request. As soon as they connected, Feiwo’s anxious voice came through, “Lord Silver Coin, it’s bad news. The Goblin Airship has arrived, and they’ve flattened the cemetery outside the city.”

“What?! Weren’t they supposed to come tomorrow? Why have they come now?” Lord Silver Coin exclaimed in shock.

Feiwo was on the verge of tears, “I don’t know, you said they would come tomorrow. Could your information have been wrong?”

Anthony burst in, speaking directly, “False intelligence, to deceive the mole. The one who devised the plan must have known there were traitors among us, so they deliberately spread false information. Where’s the magician’s Goblin Airship?”

Feiwo hurriedly responded, “It’s already left.”

Anthony immediately ordered the Teleportation Array to be activated, and Ange and his companions were all transported over.

Upon arriving at Northern Wind City, everyone immediately rushed to the cemetery outside, but from a distance, the cemetery appeared unchanged. Not a single tree was missing and the tombstones were intact, a far cry from Feiwo’s description of it being ‘flattened.’

“Didn’t you say it was flattened?” Negris asked Feiwo.

Feiwo was also puzzled, “That’s wrong. I saw from afar in the city, the airship dropping things over the cemetery, making loud noises. I thought it was flattened. How can this be?”

Ange suddenly said, “The souls, they’ve disappeared.”

Once everyone entered the cemetery, they immediately understood what Ange meant—all of the souls in the cemetery had vanished, leaving behind only empty, hollow shells in every grave.

If they were skeletons, without the constraint of souls, they would disintegrate into a pile of bones.

Negris said in shock, “Does this mean the Goblin Airship dropped a weapon that only harms souls? A Soul Storm Magic Egg?”

A Faith Storm annihilates all Divine Status, then that which eradicates souls, should it be called a Soul Storm?

“There’s such a weapon that specifically targets Undead creatures?” Durken couldn’t help but become somber.

If it were a Magic Egg, even if it’s powerful, he wouldn’t be afraid. He had too many ways to evade or defend against the damage of a Magic Egg, but how could he defend against a weapon that targeted souls?

“Yes, it’s specifically meant for Undead creatures. Are you from Northern Wind City?” a voice called out from behind a nearby slope, as two Goblins riding a strangely shaped vehicle appeared.

“Don’t be afraid, we only target the Undead. You are from Northern Wind City, right? Go back and inform your City Lord, we from the Sorcerer Alliance are here to provide disaster relief. Humans need not fear, uh, dragons neither. Soon, the Sorcerer Ladder will descend. Don’t fear when you see the ladder; it’s a creation of our Sorcerer Alliance,” the two Goblins tried to make their expressions as friendly as possible, speaking in a very gentle manner.

Muttering quietly, Negris said, “They seem to think we’re living beings.”