Chapter 604: Chapter 338: The Logistics Warehouse of the Undead Empire_1
Ange cocked his head, but before he could speak, Negris had already called out anxiously, “No lies! The Undead Godhood chose Ange as its successor.”
Kvada, usurping the Undead King’s Godhood? Who would dare to bear such a grave charge?
Don’t forget, besides Feiti, the Land of Fallen still has Harvey and the Great Sage, and millions of Undead.
The Undead Empire was too vast in those days, no one knows if there are any souls still loyal to Your Majesty. For instance, did the witch disappear, or is she hiding?
According to speculation, the witch should possess a godhood, so Your Majesty warned her to be careful of the Soul Storm.
This is also why Negris has been reluctant to guide Harvey back.
Theoretically, as long as the global transfer station is activated, Harvey can be teleported back.
The return of too many souls loyal to the Undead King would certainly lead to one question: who does the Resting Camp belong to?
The Resting Camp is in Ange’s hands. No one can rob him of it, but what if Harvey insists on having it?
It’s best not to return for now until these issues are resolved.
“Impossible, why would the Undead Godhood choose a human as its successor? He must have used some despicable methods, ah-” As he was talking, Feiti suddenly curved his body and let out a spiritual shriek.
With his shriek, the entire plane was hit with wave-like echoes, the dead bodies from all around stood up, following his shriek like ripples, they stirred up waves of a corpse tide, slowly moving towards the teleportation array.
The most frightening aspect of the Undead isn’t the dreadfully strong Lord of Mourning, nor the immortal souls, but the undead corpse tide that doesn’t fear death and is as endless as the sea.
They rush at you fearlessly, allowing weapons to hack at their bodies, they never retreat. If you hack them to pieces, they fear nothing. If you make a mistake and get killed by them, you’ll soon become part of them.
The elite Golden Skeleton rode the aura of the King’s Arrival, summoning all the dead bodies on the ground like a tidal wave. When they start moving, they become a calamity—the Undead Calamity.
Turning Undead into a calamity, you can imagine, when people face them, they’re as powerless as when they face naturally occurring calamities.
Not only that, with Feiti’s shriek, space rifts started to open in front of him, but it’s strange that nothing is coming out of the rifts.
Feiti was also puzzled, “Where are my Golden Skeletons?”
The divine bone skeleton didn’t call them away, did it? Negris wondered to himself.
Seeing the undead tide surging towards them, Ange suddenly curved his body: Roar-! His body erupted with raging Soul Flame.
The corpses that were slowly starting to surge towards them suddenly slowed down in hesitation, and finally, they stopped completely.
Feiti’s soul surged with strong suspicion, “You, you suppressed me?”
“Of course, Ange is the Undead God, and these corpses apparently don’t belong to you directly, they would naturally obey the Undead God first. Don’t worry, what did you say just now? You said ‘the Undead Godhood would not choose a human to inherit’? Do you think he is human?”
Negris quickly stepped in between Feiti and Ange and said urgently.
“Not a human?” Feiti asked in confusion.
Negris didn’t know what to say, Feiti is the Lord of Mourning, although he didn’t remember it, as the Lord of Mourning, he should have a dreadfully strong soul, stronger than divines, his spiritual power should naturally be dreadfully strong, yet now he can’t see through Ange’s Illusion Technique?
Last time in the Land of Fallen, he didn’t meet Harvey, so he wasn’t sure, but now he’s certain, Ange’s monstrous spiritual power is higher than the Lord of Mourning.
Whether Ange was this high from the beginning, or slowly became this high after inheriting the godhood, either way, it’s amazing.
“What if he isn’t?” Negris asked.
Feiti paused for a moment: “It doesn’t matter.”
Negris muttered to himself: “Why didn’t you take the bait, really, Ange, take your hat off and show him.”
Ange took off his hat, revealing his skull form.
“Golden Skeleton?! Impossible! Scarecrow hat? Even more impossible, how could a Golden Skeleton have such strong spiritual power?!” Feiti exclaimed in disbelief.
Negris shrugged, “Maybe that’s why the Undead Godhood chose him.”
Feiti’s astonished gaze lingered on Ange for a while, then turned to Durken, and finally landed back on Negris: “So the Undead Godhood truly chose him, and he didn’t steal it?”
Durken had no choice but to speak: “Feiti, what do you think? Is the Undead Godhood something you can steal if you want?”
Makes sense, can the Undead Godhood be stolen as one pleases? That underestimates the king too much.
“He really inherited it? Why did the godhood choose him?” Feiti straightened up, his posture less aggressive, and his tone also lacked hostility.
“It’s a long story…” Negris recounted the events of these years, leaving Feiti and Durken dumbstruck. Durken was also hearing some of these things for the first time.
After listening to all these things, Feiti looked at Ange and said with a complicated tone, “Farming skeleton? That’s one lucky guy.”
Negris shook his head, “Not exactly lucky, although his luck is indeed good. But could you, for instance, plant things daily for a thousand years? Thanks to the Farm Barrier that helped to maintain balance with the growth of matter, otherwise the Resting Camp would have collapsed long ago, so he saved the Resting Camp.”