Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 815 - 459: Magician Sky Ladder_2

Chapter 815 -459: Magician Sky Ladder_2

Every carriage bottom was hanging two Annihilation Spheres, those that could shatter the souls of the Undead.

“Is this the Magician’s Ladder? What part of it looks like a ladder?” Negris exclaimed.

“How does it not, when we know of at least six such objects? If they were to descend into one place, stacked one on top of another, they’d be four or five kilometers high. What if there were a hundred of them? Wouldn’t they reach up to the sky?” Durken said.

His tone was strange, a mix of excitement, irritation, and impatience—typical for an Alchemist faced with such a colossal creation. Wouldn’t this be exactly what would thrill him the most?

The irritation was because others had already managed to create artifacts of such magnitude; the impatience stemmed from his eagerness to explore its secrets.

Anthony shook his head, “Impossible to have a hundred. If there were a hundred, their manufacturing capability would be enough to bombard the whole world with Annihilation Spheres—undead creatures wouldn’t stand a chance. These six might already be their limit.”

After finishing, he sighed, “Now I understand why, despite Your Majesty’s power, not only could you not destroy the Starburst Array, but you were actually trapped by their so-called Annihilation Warlocks.”

Durken also nodded, “Lord Nage was right to be worried. I had underestimated the Sorcerer Alliance before. Now, it seems, facing not just the airborne Starburst Arrays but even these Magician Ladders is a tough challenge.”

Negris smugly crossed his arms, his tail lifting in pride.

But no one noticed it; everyone turned their attention toward Ange, and Anthony asked,

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“What do we do now, sir? We need to settle on a final objective. We can’t keep playing around. If it’s just about farming, we could go back to the Master Plane. We’ve already found a way to withstand the Faith Storm, and we don’t need to destroy the Starburst Array.”

Rogge and Durken also looked at Ange, who could decide upon a thousand tactical variations, but the strategic goal had to be set by Ange. If Ange’s goal was merely to farm, then there was no need to risk a confrontation with the Sorcerer Alliance.

The safest option naturally was to return to the Master Plane. After all, the Faith Storm couldn’t harm them and would even provide Ange with energy. Then he could plant a bunch of Divine Wood Elf Beans.

The next option was to go undercover. The Sorcerer Alliance was coming for disaster relief, and they wouldn’t care who was farming the land. They could just buy the land for farming; perhaps the Sorcerer Alliance would even thank them for contributing to food security.

However, if Ange’s goal was to oppose, then they had to prepare thoroughly.

Without thinking, Ange said, “Save the king.”

Though Ange did not speak much, he heard everything the others said. He was no fool and certainly caught the critical information—the king’s situation was not good.

If the king had no issues, he, merely a Farming Skeleton, wouldn’t care about the king’s feelings. That’s why he had avoided seeking the Undead King for so long in this world.

But now that the king’s situation was critical, as a Farming Skeleton, he definitely had to find a way to save the monarch.

Anthony and Rogge immediately lit up, rubbing their hands excitedly, “This goal is indeed challenging; we need to devise a more detailed plan.”

Handling his hands, Rogge said, “The greater the risk, the greater the reward.”

“We need intelligence, more Sorcerer Alliance intelligence. We overlooked them before, now we need to focus on gathering information about them,” Anthony said.

“I didn’t overlook them, but the channels I could find nearly had no news about them. They primarily operate on the Starburst Array, hardly interacting with terrestrial forces,” Rogge responded.

“Now that we have it, let’s quickly go back. Have Feiwo carry the flag of condolences, send some fresh vegetables and sweets over, win them over; you stay hidden for now,” Anthony continued, then remembered something else, “Wait a minute, I need to go erase some of Feiwo’s memories about us first.”

“Are you afraid they have some sort of memory-searching magic or Magic Artifact?” Durken asked.

Anthony nodded.

“Why send vegetables and sweets?” Rogge inquired.

Anthony explained, “If they’ve been living on the Starburst Array long term, even if they’re self-sufficient in grain, they’ll definitely lack vegetables and sweets. On the ground, one can grow flowers, keep bees, and grow sweet vegetables, but does the Starburst Array have that much space?”

Anthony paused with a serious expression and said, “If they aren’t lacking in vegetables and sweets, then the problem is even more serious. Either they have ample space for planting, or they can obtain a large amount of resources from the ground.”

Silver coin suddenly understood; it could also serve as a method of probing.

Ange and his group hurried back to Northern Wind City, and Anthony restrained Feiwo, whispering incessantly into his ear.

Anthony could erase a period of memory, but during that time, nothing could be remembered. To leave that period of memory intact yet erase specific parts of it was impossible.

For instance, he could make Feiwo forget them, but it was not possible for him to remember them and yet forget that everyone was Undead.

Anthony treated Rogge’s depression not by erasing memories but by employing emotional disruption techniques.

For example, Rogge thought: The September breeze is really… dumb.

Similarly, Rogge would think to himself: The night gave me a dark soul, but I used it to sense… dumb.

Rogge would definitely not be able to fall into depression.

But these methods couldn’t be used on Feiwo. People from the Sorcerer Alliance would definitely ask him detailed questions about recent events.

Such as how he took over the city, how he maintained order, how he obtained food, and so on. If he couldn’t recall recent events at all, others would definitely sense something was wrong.

So, he fabricated some memories, such as Durken’s wife just had a baby, Silver Coin just got married, and Ange needs to eat ten sugar beets a day—activities only living people would do.

Whenever Feiwo thought about the oddities of Ange and others, he would find these newly implanted memories clashing strongly, wondering if he remembered incorrectly?

Ange thoroughly reanimated Feiwo from head to toe, including his heart and blood, and then delivered a ‘Rebirth’ slap to the heart.

The heart resumed beating, pumping blood throughout his body.

Though everyone appeared lively on the surface, in reality, their blood did not flow—that was the biggest flaw. Now, Ange had plugged that flaw.

Then, he took out a bottle of nutrient solution, opened a vein, and injected the nutrient fluid directly.

Now, the nutrient fluid flowing in the blood was filled with the Power of Holy Light. Even if someone used special detection methods, all they would see was a heart filled with Holy Light, immediately clearing Feiwo from being classified as Undead.

How could holy blood flow in the body of an Undead? Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could there be blood in an Undead body? Thus, this could definitely not be an Undead.

The worst-case scenario would be the Sorcerer Alliance mistaking Feiwo for a member of the Church of Light. They did not yet know their relationship with the Church of Light, but it was definitely better than with the Undead.

Feiwo, with his memories partly altered, pushed carts of fresh vegetables and sweet beet juice, carrying conspicuous torches toward the sorcerer’s stairwell in front of the cemetery.

As they got busy, Ange led Negris and a few others, left Northern Wind City, and entered the mountains.

The side of the Northern Wind Mountain Range facing the desert was dry, barren, and completely devoid of vegetation, but the other side was lush and dense with forests.

Upon reaching the forested side, Ange balanced Little Sapling on his head and waved at the forest, chanting, “Hoo la la la la…”

Little Angel and Little Zombie cocked their heads, mimicking the gesture, crying out, “Awoo awoo awoo awoo…”

Little Sapling copied them: Hoo—hoo—la la la la—

Negris looked bewildered, “What are you doing? You don’t need to pee, why are you hoo la la-ing?”

Ange ignored him, continued waving, and then after about ten minutes, a Tree Person twisted and wriggled out of the forest. Wherever it passed, all the trees cleared a wide path for it.