Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 693 - 390 The 3rd Transformation Form_1
Chapter 693 -390 The 3rd Transformation Form_1
Everyone arrived at the area where the God Grid was located. Thankfully, it was quietly sitting in the orb, showing no signs of change. Except for the occasional overflow of power generated by the breathing effect, not a bit of energy could escape from it.
Ange stretched his finger into the gap, and Little Ghost emerged skillfully and took a quick suck on the God Grid inside.
“You… this…I…” The God of Shadows, seeing this for the first time, pointed at Little Ghost, then at the God Grid, was at a loss for words.
Negris rolled his eyes at him. It was obvious he was just a hayseed who doesn’t know better, getting surprised over trivial things.
The God of Shadows was livid, retorting: “What do you mean by getting surprised over trivial things? Are you even speaking human language? This ghost is consuming the Master God!”
“No.” Negris shook his head in response.
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“What?” The God of Shadows was confused again, why was he always out of tune with these folks? And why were they speaking in such a cryptic manner?
“I said I’m not human, so I don’t speak human language. Why the fuss? It’s not the first time it’s eating.” Negris responded with a cocky shrug and tail flip.
This was when he would feel best: he loved seeing people looking surprised at such things, and then pretending it’s nothing special, asking others not to fuss… which invariably gave them constipated expressions.
The God of Shadows had a constipated expression on his face. After calming his nerve, he got his teeth clenched, saying: “Do you know what this means?”
Negris shrugged: “It means that it’s the biological son of the Master God, with a high degree of power affinity, right?”
“And you’re telling me not to make a fuss! Are you speaking dragon language!” The God of Shadows showed its fangs, ready to tear apart the mouth of the bronze dragon.
But as soon as he moved forward, he felt something holding him back. When he looked back, he saw Little Zombie standing there nonchalantly, looking around, but its right foot was firmly stepping on its shadow.
The God of Shadows was stunned. How can an ordinary little zombie step on its shadow, and the noble God of Shadows was suppressed by a zombie? Was this some kind of joke?
Negris casually dug into his nostril: “Although you are a God, they are biological descendants.”
“Two?” Its eyes widened in surprise.
The God of Shadows then realized who the two were as Little Angel ran over, grabbing and tossing around the shadow from the ground.
“Kvada, put me down, bastard… Aiyo, don’t hit, don’t hit, don’t hit my face, Aiyo, I’ll take you to play shadow crossing!” The God of Shadows had no choice but to bow down to the evil force since it was of their own blood.
Negris stood with his hands on his hips, feeling schadenfreude, and after a while, he finally noticed something: “Eh, that’s not right, weren’t you fighting the Sorrow Angel, Little Angel? How did you return?”
“Ow!” Little Angel crouched in the shadow formed by the God of Shadows, looking sly, hanging out with Little Zombie, and only half of its head poking out.
“Can’t get the monster? Ha-ha, Harvey and Feiti took all the enemies? Feiti’s flash, excellent monster grabber.” Negris laughed, figuring that Little Angel must have called Ange back because it was bored from not being able to grab the monster.
Then, shifting the subject, Negris asked, “Didn’t you say the God of Arbitration found a way to control the God Grid? What’s the method?”
In the shadow, the third head, the God of Shadows, reluctantly explained, “By using the intense tide of faith triggered by fear, exploiting the wave of faith generated by people in despair, a channel was constructed between the God Grid and the God of Arbitration, thus infiltrating the Master God’s grid.”
With a frustrated tone, the God of Shadows continued, “As for how he did it, I have no idea. The bastard studied for a thousand years just for this. He was about to succeed when suddenly he couldn’t enter Heaven’s Fortress anymore.”
“Uh, because he couldn’t enter Heaven’s Fortress, he tried to use this extreme method?” Negris thought. So, Ange inadvertently interrupted his plan by wiping off God of Arbitration’s imprint?
The God of Shadows rolled his eyes, “It’s more than that. The famine that has been going on for years was his doing, intentionally or not. And who could have guessed you guys would show up and start providing aid?”
“Famine, plague, wars, the Undead Calamity, these are the events that easily spark panic. You guys suppressed them all. Before this, the one person that the God of Arbitration found most annoying was Anthony, he was even prepared to personally judge you,” the God of Shadows addressed Anthony with his final sentence.
Anthony placed his hand over his heart, bowed deeply and said, “It’s an honor to be judged by the God of Arbitration.”
“What about you guys? You were just going to let him usurp the Master God’s position? Both Lord Light and your powers originate from the Master God, right?” Negris questioned.
The God of Shadows helplessly reacted, “What else can we do? Throw our lives away? We had already left, but Lord Light secretly ordered me to return and submit to the God of Arbitration.”
Negris was taken aback, “What do you mean?”
“What else could I mean? Hedging our bets. If the God of Arbitration succeeded and became the Trinity Master God, at least the ‘dark’ side of the Light and Darkness could survive. Now I know why during the plot against the Dwarven God of War and God of Forgetting in the past, only you and the Arbitrator showed up while Lord Light was missing,” Anthony suddenly understood.
Many previous doubts were cleared, but the biggest concern for Anthony was still unresolved: “What do we do now? If he doesn’t start the process, we won’t know whether the God of Arbitration has penetrated the Master God’s identity. Should we just wait like this? What about the people in the City of Light? If they all get sacrificed, it’ll be a huge loss.”
“Loss? What could you possibly lose?” The Great Sage, who had been silent all this while, couldn’t help but interject. He knew about Anthony’s previous status and was confused. Why was this Dark Knight Emperor so concerned over the humans?
“We stand to lose a population! I’m about to become the Pope of the Church. In the Broken Swamp, hundreds of thousands of my pious followers have already been lost. Now, the ones in the City of Light are the most devout followers. If they all die, how am I supposed to be Pope?”
“I have been preparing for nearly a thousand years and I am just about to succeed. Now I have to steal the insignia of a bachelor Pope? It’s like having one’s fields cultivated for a thousand years, nearly ready for harvest, and then they all burn …”
They could relate now, they could relate. Whether it was the Great Sage or Ange, or even Negris who had now transformed into Ange, Little Angel, Little Zombie, all were instantly filled with rage.
Just then, Ange suddenly moved, and with a flip of his hand, he pulled out the Eye of Celius.
Following the incident when the Little Ghost had swallowed Celius’s Serpent of Misfortune and spat out a crystal that looked like a vertical pupil, Negris named it the Eye of Celius.
Ange held it in his hand, and his body began to change.
“Kvada, could this Eye of Celius restore your shapeshifting abilities? You just used the Transformation Technique earlier and it hasn’t even been a full day yet, how are you able to use it again now?” Negris exclaimed in shock.
No one bothered to respond to Negris’ outcry because Ange’s transformation was quick. He turned into… a giant ghost.
Ange didn’t transform into Locke or the Dragon God but instead morphed into a basin-sized Holy Light Spirit; it was his unprecedented third form.
A smaller ghost sprang from the ghost, seeming confused, and poked at the larger ghost as if surprised that something exactly like it had appeared.
Without saying a word, Ange dove into the sphere restraining the Master God’s identity.
PS: Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, I wish everyone a happy New Year in advance. I mentioned earlier this month that I’ve been having bad luck, my colitis has flared up again, and I can hardly sit still due to diarrhea. I was hospitalized for a month due to this in the past, I hope it won’t come to that this time. But I am on medication, it’s going to take about three months to half a year to recover…
