Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 599: Chapter 335 – Natural Enemy, Buried_2

The next moment, the Serpent of Misfortune darted forward abruptly.

The Serpent of Misfortune, being made up of the Power of Faith, is formless and extremely fast. Negris was taken by surprise when the serpent shot in front of him.

Just as the serpent was about to touch Negris, it suddenly clenched up and stopped.

It exuded an air of confusion. Turning its head, it saw Ange’s large hand gripping its other end, causing it to become taut.

The Serpent of Misfortune radiated an intense confusion, as if wondering how Ange could catch it – after all, it was made up of the Power of Faith.

Faith Elemental Force, Soul Energy, Soul Flame, and the Power of Faith are all practically the same thing. They’re all forces from the plane of faith and essentially formless. If you aren’t a god, you can’t even see it, let alone catch it with bare hands.

But anyway, since it’s formless, what use is there in grabbing one end of it?

Suddenly, the serpent’s body stretched and wrapped around Negris. At almost the same time, everyone in the vicinity heard a voice on a spiritual level:

“Sweet little dragon, my favorite. Now add some fear, it will make the sweetness more layered… Yuck! Dead?”

The title ‘Serpent of Misfortune’ scared Negris witless. His face was filled with ‘Oh no, I’ve been corrupted, my child with Naeli will turn into a snake’. It wasn’t until the serpent’s ‘yuck’ that he woke up.

“Oh right, I’m dead? I can’t have children! Thank goodness, you almost scared me to death.” Negris quickly came to his senses, turning to look at the Serpent of Misfortune.

The front end of the Serpent of Misfortune was writhing wildly, as if it had bitten into feces, the whole body emanating an aura of pain and discomfort.

Expecting a sweet, tender dragon and getting retched, dried-up meat instead. That contrast and discomfort, it was indescribable unless you’ve experienced it yourself.

But before it could react, its whole body jerked tight, a powerful pulling force came from the other end, dragging it backwards rapidly.

Ange was furious. If Negris weren’t dead, if it was Naeli or White Neck here, this Serpent of Misfortune would have succeeded.

The bloodline inheritance of the Dragon God told him that the Serpent of Misfortune is the natural enemy of the Dragon Clan, very troublesome. Although he was already cautious, he was still attacked. He was angry!

Feeling Ange’s anger, the Little Ghost on his finger piped up, biting down on the Serpent of Misfortune with an ‘ah’ sound.

“Ah? What is this thing? Don’t…” The Serpent of Misfortune suddenly started panicking because it felt that it was being rapidly consumed. The Little Ghost was slurping it up like noodles, swallowing vast amounts of it.

The Serpent of Misfortune’s struggles were futile. Its form was continuously consumed. While it kept elongating, its body became thinner and thinner, allowing the Little Ghost to consume it faster.

The entire Serpent of Misfortune got sucked in. The Little Ghost took a deep breath, burped satisfiedly, and returned to hug Ange’s finger.

Shortly after returning, it lifted its head, huffed, and spat out a blue gemstone, feeling much better.

Everyone quickly rushed over to examine the gem in Ange’s hand. It was a round stone that looked completely blue up close. From a distance, the reflections within formed a blue vertical pupil, just like a snake’s eye.

“A Thought Crystal?” Lord Durken was astonished.

Soul Crystals and Holy Crystals are both Thought Crystals, materialized from Faith Elemental Force, Soul Energy, and the likes, as is this blue gemstone.

Looking at it, Negris muttered: “So, the natural enemy of our Dragon Clan is actually a god named Celius? His divine technique is the Serpent of Misfortune, and any eggs lain by dragons who see it will turn into snakes?”

Anthony frowned, “That’s vile, isn’t it?”

Negris shook his head, his mood having lightened considerably. The information ingrained in his bloodline was terrifying. Thus, when the Serpent of Misfortune appeared, he panicked, completely forsaking the demeanor of the God of Knowledge. But if the opponent was just a god, it’s a completely different situation.

He’s familiar with gods and doesn’t find natural enemies that intimidating. The God of Misfortune is scary, but if it’s just a divine technique, it’s different.

You can counteract divine techniques and many of them are quite underwhelming, like the Harvest Goddess…

Similarly, if the Serpent of Misfortune only comes after eggs of the Dragon Clan, it’s even more of a harmless situation. Trading with a Dead Dragon would be enough, even a dragon past its breeding age would render it useless.

The fear originates from the unknown. Once Ange arrived at a point of knowledge he was familiar with in Negris, he immediately relaxed.

In fact, if it is a god, then killing it will be enough. Is Ange lacking in experience when it comes to slaying gods?

The problem now is, how to find it? Negris turned around and asked, “Do any of you recognize this Celius?”

Durken said, “What Celius are you talking about? I’ve never heard of it. However, this snake’s aura should belong to something like an Ancient God.”

Anthony slapped his thigh abruptly: “Lord Durken is indeed right, I recall now. The Church’s edited Ancient God Epic indeed recorded an ancient god capable of making a Giant Dragon lay snake eggs, named Celius, right?”

“Ancient God Epic? Where is it? Let me see.” Negris asked curiously, how come he had never heard of the Ancient God Epic?

Anthony threw his hands up: “It’s been burnt.”

“… You burnt it again, didn’t you? You, civilization destroyer,” Negris commented sarcastically: “Do you still remember the content then? Do you know where Celius is? How many ancient gods were recorded in it?”

Anthony pondered before he said: “I can’t remember the exact number of ancient gods, but I do remember the two most powerful ones: the God of Life and the Dragon God are listed at the top of the epic.”

It’s to be expected. The God of Life and Dragon God are not just in ancient times, but even now, are considered among the top existences.

“As for where Celius is, since the Church of Light unified the Master Plane, any god that you can’t find traces of should be in the Church of Light’s God’s Tomb,” said Anthony.

The Church of Light’s God’s Tomb? There’s such a place? Where is it?

“Luna, Luna, where is the Church of Light’s God’s Tomb?”

The God’s Tomb is in the void, where all gods who have fallen at the hands of the Gods of Light are buried, whether they are ancient or new gods.

All who do not believe in the Light are heretics, and from the very start, the Church of Light has been relentlessly crusading against all heretical gods.

If there are still other gods alive, it’s not that the Gods of Light don’t want to crusade, but that they can’t win.

For instance, the God of Life is living just fine, the Gods of Light never thought to provoke it because they can’t win. The Undead God, too, is getting on well, they can’t win against it either.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

If Celius once existed, but there is no sign of him now, it’s most likely that he’s been buried in the Church of Light’s God’s Tomb.

“Is he dead then?” Negris asked.

“Yes, he may indeed be dead. Maybe he wasn’t killed by the Gods of Light, but by your Dragon God. Otherwise, why place a petrified egg in the dragon hatching room? To make all eggs hatch into snakes?”

Anthony shrugged, “Of course not, it was probably just to stimulate your bloodline. Who could have imagined that Lord Negris could’ve restored it? It was just an accident, you don’t need to worry, the enemy of the Dragon Clan is gone.”

It makes sense. If it were dangerous, the Dragon God wouldn’t throw an enemy’s egg into the hatching room, would he?

“Then why would it pass down such terrifying information through the bloodline?” Negris asked.

“Nonsense, if it’s not terrifying, how can it stimulate your bloodline?” Durken answered.

…

In an unknown plane, at the same moment when Ange shouted ‘Flash Feiti’, the Purple Gold Skeleton, which was in deep thought, animated. It lifted its head in daze, murmuring, “I seem to…be called Feiti? Flash…Feiti?”

Feiti slowly got up, pacing in confusion; something was waking up in his soul: “Resting Camp…Soul Storm…Undead God…”

“Undead Godhood, will allow me to remember more things, where is the Undead God?” The Purple Gold Skeleton stayed in place in thought for a long time, suddenly remembering something, he moved to a corner, rummaged for a while, and unearthed a statue.

It was a sculpture of a man holding his hand in front of him, as Feiti removed a defective finger joint and placed it on the statue’s outstretched palm. Soon, a furry little paw reached over and firmly held down the finger bone.