Chapter 1007: Letting the Little Ghost Come Is Too Much

Ang pulled Anthony into the consciousness space and told him about this. Anthony, who was busy flying, was also stunned:

"Such a coincidence? The Lord of Omniscience was deliberately killed? And his corpse was placed here, preparing to do something? Unfortunately, it was destroyed by us? Now they sent a few dragons to drag the corpse back? And the dragons are transparent?"

Negris nodded and said: "Right, the situation is just like that. Ang and I are hiding on the snake's body, preparing to let them drag us back together."

"Didn't they discover you? The snake's body is bare." Anthony asked in confusion.

"There is a layer of soil on the snake's body, and we are hiding in the soil. But it's mainly the Little Sapling; no one can see through its concealment." Several transparent dragons used consciousness to scan the place where they were buried, but couldn't see anything.

"They are dragging my lord back to their lair. Will they be scared to death when they see you? But what breed is a transparent dragon? Are there transparent dragon breeds in the dragon race?" Anthony asked.

Negris shook his head: "Of course not. Not only are there no transparent dragons, there are no white dragons either. I don't know where they popped out from. It's estimated they are hybrids or mutants."

Giant dragons have a special racial talent: they can hybridize with any species, as long as it's alive. Even if the body size doesn't match, they can transform into a suitable body size, which is why there are small dragon-kin like small dragon-men.

However, dragon-kin and giant dragons are different. Neither the white dragon Ogli nor these transparent dragons look like dragon-kin; they look more like native giant dragons. But why would there be native giant dragons in this world?

No matter how powerful the giant dragon's racial talent is, it's impossible to shoot across the boundless great void, right?

"Did you hear what they want to do by placing the Lord of Omniscience's corpse here?" Anthony asked again.

Negris shook his head: "I don't know. Those transparent dragons don't know either. They only said they wanted to drag the snake corpse to a new place, and the rest of the time they were cursing that foul-mouthed divine flame—oh, no, the Undying Divine Flame."

Anthony recalled and nodded: "The mouth is indeed foul. Then we can only wait. Wait until they drag it to the place and then see. Do we need to make any preparations? Will the enemy be very powerful?"

The existence that stalemated with Ang was not a simple character. Ang gathered the power of the World Tree and the Main God of Light to tear apart the Undying Divine Flame, but he didn't win, so the opponent's strength couldn't be seen for the time being.

The transparent dragons flew quite fast, not inferior to the Ogli family at all. With a flap of their wings, the tips of their wings had the fluctuation of origin power, pushing them to fly forward rapidly.

Three days later, they arrived at a crowded void.

Why crowded? Because there were floating objects everywhere: rocks, ice, wood, bricks, tiles, city walls, corpses... spreading for an unknown number of hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

It looked like it was formed after a plane shattered, just like the Shattered Land of the Feilie Empire. As an aside, the airship factory of the gnome Yousi had already been bought by Silver Coin.

The degree of shattering of this plane was much more serious than that of the Shattered Land. Basically, one couldn't see large pieces of wreckage; at most, it was the size of an airship. The transparent dragons dragged the snake corpse and drilled in unscrupulously.

Arriving at a place where the wreckage was dense, the transparent dragons loosened the ropes, threw down the snake corpse, and flew away on their own.

"Uh, what's the situation? Why throw it here? Let's follow them, don't let them run away." Negris said hurriedly.

He thought these dragons would drag the snake corpse back to their headquarters, so he could know who was playing tricks behind the scenes. But this was a ruin, clearly not the headquarters. No, he couldn't let these transparent dragons run away.

Ang shook his head faintly, pointed at the rope, and then pointed at the Little Sapling.

The Little Sapling also raised its true leaves and waved them.

Negris hurriedly flew out to check the rope and found that some small hairs almost invisible to the naked eye had grown on the surface of the rope, surprisingly some kind of fungus, extending to the end of the rope.

The end of the rope was tied to the transparent dragon. Clearly, these fungi had also contaminated the transparent dragon.

"So you left a mark. Miaomiao is really powerful. Let's go, let's follow them quietly and see where their lair is." Negris said.

Ang carried him and chased in the direction the transparent dragons left. When flying over a dilapidated house, Ang suddenly stopped and looked at the window on the second floor of the house.

One could see a pale little face in that window looking straight in Ang's direction. Both pupils were completely black, without any whites. Seeing Ang look over, he even grinned and showed a weird smile, like a terrifying puppet in a horror park.

Unfortunately, he scared the wrong person. Ang turned around and flew toward the window.

The pale little face maintained the weird smiling expression and quickly shrank back. By the time Ang opened the window and entered the room, he couldn't see where the other party had gone.

This was a two-story detached small building. The main body was quite complete, and even a few pieces of glass in the window were preserved. So the interior decoration was also preserved, but it looked full of spider webs and dust.

Negris asked in confusion: "Why are there spider webs? Was it abandoned before the plane shattered? Was that just now a ghost?"

Ang shook his head: "No spider webs."

"What?" Negris was startled and hurriedly shared Ang's vision. Sure enough, looking out from Ang's vision, there were no spider webs in the room, only some not-so-thick dust, debris, and wall skin.

"Illusion? Was that face an illusion?" Negris asked in surprise.

Ang shook his head and began to look for it in the room.

"This guy's mental power is not low. The illusion is so realistic that even I was deceived." Negris said in surprise.

Negris's mental power wasn't weak; it was just that his combat power was poor. Being caught in an illusion inadvertently made him feel a bit embarrassed, and he shouted angrily: "Come out, you dead kid, releasing mental illusions randomly. If we catch you, I'll give you a baptism of holy light."

Woo woo~~~ A very shrill wailing sound suddenly sounded in the room.

Unfortunately, he scared the wrong person. Ang and the others came out of the Undead Empire. Pretending to be ghosts to scare them was equivalent to telling ghost stories in front of a grave, entertaining the undead.

It would have been fine if it hadn't made a sound, but as soon as it made a sound, it was discovered by Ang. He flew and pounced in front of a cabinet, pulled open the cabinet door, and there was nothing inside.

But Ang punched through the layer inside the cabinet, as if hitting something. With a 'boom', the shockwave directly blew the cabinet away, revealing a secret compartment behind the cabinet.

In the secret compartment was a plush toy, but it had a pale human little face on top. The originally weirdly smiling face was now baring its teeth and grinning, its face ferocious, its hands shaking as it braced against Ang's fist.

But this was not a contest of the same level at all. Ang's fist shook, directly shaking away the plush toy's hands, and he pinched its face and lifted it up.

"Eh, Puppet Art? Puppet art that seals divine souls?" Negris recognized what this was at a glance and said in surprise.

Don't look at Ang subduing the opponent with one hand; that's because Ang is too strong. Just hearing the name, one knows that this is a forbidden art that seals divine souls. That is to say, there is a divine soul in this plush toy. No wonder its illusion could deceive him.

The plush toy struggled fiercely, and an angry voice came from its belly: "Let go of me, damn it, fall into the abyss of evil spirits!"

Negris was a bit confused: "Uh, did you get the difficulty wrong? I'm already tired of playing with the illusions of Nightmare Shaya and Wuga. You now want me to play in the abyss of evil spirits?"

As soon as the words fell, a shrill wailing came from outside the house, along with bursts of shouting and killing. Countless soul reactions emerged. Looking out, one could see a black mass of vengeful spirits, ghosts, and fierce spirits surging toward here like a tide.

Ang raised his finger, and the Little Ghost emerged blankly.

Negris hurriedly stopped him: "Don't, don't, some spiritual bodies. If you let the Little Ghost come, it's too much. Moreover, the dragon corpse is parked here, which is likely related to these spiritual bodies and divine souls. Let's call Anthony over first, figure out the problem, and then talk. Anyway, it can't hurt us."