Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 923 - 506 The Blessing is Triggered is He
Chapter 923: Chapter 506: The Blessing is Triggered, is He Injured?_2
Chapter 923: Chapter 506: The Blessing is Triggered, is He Injured?_2
Years passed, the young grew up, the adults aged, and the elderly died.
The dead were brought here, sacrificed, and then thrown into the abyss. Days later, there would often be another zombie with an open mouth, or in a few months, another skeleton, or just a pile of shattered bones.
Not all bodies could nurture a soul.
Abuke then had another entity to “chat” with.
After an unknown period, as Abuke gazed at a heap of shabby undead creatures capable only of mouth movements, a thought suddenly struck him, “How can they not be shattered?”
This was the first proactive thought of Abuke’s existence. He was no longer a spiritual body acting out of instinct, but an intelligent undead being.
After that, the bodies pushed down were caught by Abuke; they no longer broke into pieces, and slowly, there were more active undead creatures beneath the abyss.
As years went by, Abuke grew into a powerful Dragon Soul, firmly believing himself to be a Black Giant Dragon, equipped with sharp claws and scales, not casting spells, not sneaking, only moving forward bravely.
And those who worshiped him were his Dragon’s Lackeys, and in some sense, his kin, as many of his perceptions and images were from the souls of those bodies.
He had seen the bits and pieces of these Dragon’s Lackeys’ ancestors.
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However, he didn’t know when, but the number of people coming to worship him had decreased gradually—initially, there were hundreds, then dozens, then only a few, and finally, a single person…
Little Dragon was the only one who had come to worship him in the past year. Last year his mother accompanied him, but this year he was alone.
“If he stops coming, will I just be forgotten here?” Abuke said sadly.
“That won’t happen,” Negris said, also a bit somberly, “We already know about you. You won’t be forgotten. Anyway, we will definitely live longer than you. If no one comes to worship you and no souls are brought here for burial, the Breath of Death will dry up, and maybe you’ll cease to exist in a few hundred years. Don’t worry about it.”
“Um, how are you making me more scared? Aren’t undead supposed to live forever?” Abuke asked.
“Now you think of yourself as undead? Of course not. The undead can also suffer soul exhaustion. Without the moistening of the Breath of Death, they cease to exist in a few hundred years. But you are a Dragon Soul; your soul is stronger, so you should last a few thousand years,” Negris chided.
“No one to worship me, just lingering here for a thousand years? I’d rather cease to exist already,” Abuke mumbled.
Anthony spoke up at the right moment, “Would you like to reincarnate as a Dragon Soul Warrior and fully utilize your claws and fangs?”
Abuke was silent for a moment, then hesitantly said, “I’d like to, but you surely have some additional conditions. What do I need to give up?”
“Your soul and loyalty,” Anthony said with a smile.
“I knew it. But you are from the Church of Light, the natural enemy of the undead. If I offer my soul and loyalty, won’t you just burn me at the Fire Execution Frame?” Abuke asked hesitantly.
Negris gave a snort, “As if I couldn’t burn you right now.”
“Heh, we could also change our identity and accept your offering,” Anthony then turned and shouted toward Grey and others in the distance, “Grey, take them out. We have secrets to discuss here.”
“Okay.” Grey led everyone out; everyone cooperated well, knowing well that the secrets of the powerful were not to be taken lightly—the more you know, the more danger you face.
Once they had left, a wave of Soul Flame surged around Anthony, armoring his body, and an Undead Warhorse emerged from him, enveloped in black mist with glowing red eyes.
“Black Knight?” Abuke was stunned.
Ange’s body surged with Soul Flame, arming him with a straw hat and sickle, looking every part the old farmer.
Little Zombie’s body surged with Soul Flame, armoring him with a formidable shield and armor.
Durken lifted his hat, the top of his head ablaze with Soul Flame.
“…Except for this Six-winged Angel, are you all undead?” Abuke was dumbfounded.
“Hehe, this one too, an undead Six-winged Angel. How about that? Want to reincarnate as a Dragon Soul Warrior and serve the undead?” Negris said.
Abuke had actually made up his mind, but still felt somewhat reluctant and hesitantly asked, “So, whom would I be serving?”
Everyone simultaneously looked towards Ange.
Ange looked left and right, then stepped back twice.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Negris asked.
“Can’t farm…” Ange reluctantly replied.
Abuke frowned—farming? Was he being rejected?
At that moment, Anthony stepped forward, his Soul Armor receding, and he pulled out the Pope Wand, striking it to the ground, his regal pope’s robe surfacing in a burst of light.
Amidst this dazzling display of light effects, Anthony amiably said, “Of course, to me, the representative of God on Earth, the interpreter of divine oracles, the singer of holy melodies, the wielder of the sword of punishment, the Pope, Saint Anthony. Pledge your loyalty.”
Such a lengthy title stunned Abuke, making him feel somewhat dizzy, and he unconsciously offered up his Soul Fire.
Once the Soul Contact was established, Abuke quietly asked Anthony, “Who exactly is this Ange to dare reject me?”
