Chapter 337: Not the Dragon God, but the Natural Enemy

"Flash Feti? Solid-Bone Luo Ke—these native undead have such random names," Nagelis couldn't help complaining.

From the moment Ang uttered that name, Du Luo and Anthony sank into deep thought, as if their memories had been struck by something, forgotten things slowly reviving.

Nagelis's words made Du Luo, whose memory was stirring, frown and hesitate: "Their names… were I who named them? Are you insulting me??"

"Ah? No no no—'random' means 'natural and comfortable,' meaning it sounds pleasant and soothing," Nagelis quickly denied.

"Insult me if you want—I named them carelessly anyway, it was pretty random. The name doesn't matter; it's the nickname that counts. I remember now—'Flash' means it moves like a flickering light," Du Luo murmured.

Nagelis nearly spat out a mouthful of blood—so are you letting me insult you or not?

"Yes yes yes, I remember too—Flash Feti, when Feti acted, it was like a flash of light; everyone could never see his form before being knocked down," Anthony also recalled something.

Nagelis looked at them, puzzled: "Why can't I remember anything? Did I never know this Flash Feti before?"

Anthony and Du Luo exchanged a glance, then turned to Nagelis: "You really remember nothing?"

Du Luo said: "It had the closest relationship with you. Its 'Flash' ability only emerged after you arrived—it said you revealed the secrets of space and time to it. We all remember. Are you truly certain you remember nothing?"

Nagelis shook his head blankly. Why couldn't he recall anything? Not even a trace?

Du Luo pondered: "There's only one possibility left—you're different from us. Your memory wasn't forgotten due to the power of oblivion, but erased by someone else."

Only the Undead King could have erased Nagelis's memory: "Why did Your Majesty erase my memory?"

"How would we know? Maybe you did something bad—you've forgotten the witch too. Probably you peeked at her changing clothes, and Your Majesty got angry and wiped your memory," Anthony guessed.

"I… I… I…" Nagelis stammered for a long time, unable to speak—because Anthony's guess made perfect sense. Otherwise, why would he forget the witch too? Why erase only his memory and not anyone else's?

"Did we forget something?" Nagelis, unable to defend himself, changed the subject, turning to gaze at the pale skeleton standing motionless nearby.

At his words, the others turned their gazes as well, settling on the pale skeleton.

"Strange—it's been right here since we arrived, why did we keep ignoring it? Only when His Lordship said 'Flash Feti' did I remember it," Anthony frowned.

Du Luo also frowned: "It seems to have an ability that makes people overlook it."

Who were Anthony? Who was Du Luo? Who was Nagelis? Pick any one—they could never ignore a special skeleton. What power made everyone overlook it?

"Look at its forehead—isn't that a mark? It looks like… it looks like… what mark was it again?" As he spoke, Nagelis forgot again.

Sensing all eyes fixed on it, the skeleton held out for a while, then couldn't bear it anymore—it turned and ran.

"Hey hey hey, careful, don't run around," Da Gu shouted, swatting it back with one palm.

The little zombie lunged, shoulder-charging it and knocking it airborne, then swung its hoe down with a strike.

Ding ding ding ding—a series of hammering sounds, sparks flying, yet the pale skeleton's bones only bore a few white dots.

The little angel's hands, wrapped in holy light, slammed into it.

The pale skeleton struggled desperately, soon collapsing to the ground, where the little angel and little zombie each grabbed one leg and dragged it back.

"This looks like… this looks like… ah, damn it, Ang, can you block its power? Every time I look at it, I forget things," Nagelis shook his head irritably—the word was right on his tongue, yet he couldn't say it.

Ang pulled out the Lifesaving Rope, tightly binding the skeleton, then wrapped it in the Holy Shroud, leaving only its forehead mark exposed.

The Holy Shroud blocked most of the oblivion power's leakage; the effect was mild enough that they could think normally without constantly forgetting words.

"This looks like an Oblivion Mark, doesn't it? Why would a skeleton have an Oblivion Mark on its head?" Nagelis muttered, scratching at it: "Not carved—it grew naturally."

"This bone doesn't resemble normal human bone—could it be the bones of the God of Oblivion?" Du Luo speculated.

Anthony said: "So Feti went to slay the God of Oblivion, got hit by its Oblivion Mark, causing everyone to forget it—but the God of Oblivion died too, and its bones were reanimated into a skeleton?"

Anthony pulled back the Holy Shroud, exposing the skeleton's head, and asked: "Is that right?"

The pale skeleton tilted its head blankly.

"Are you the reincarnated body of the God of Oblivion? What's your name?"

The pale skeleton tilted its head: "Forgotten…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Your divine power still works on yourself? Fine, you're not the God of Oblivion—you're the God of Forgetfulness." Nagelis grumbled, pulling the Holy Shroud back up to cover its face again.

"What now? Can you sense where Flash Feti is? Should we go find him?"

Ang shook his head: "Don't know."

"Then forget it. Let's disperse."

Ang shook his head, then suddenly pulled out a Great Angel Staff: "Xiu Xiu."

"Huh? How do you still have another Great Angel Staff? Didn't you give it to Anthony?"

Anthony was also puzzled: "Yeah, I took it to those artifact forgers to repair. Without holy power, no one could tell it was broken—many devout believers came from afar to worship it."

Originally, Ang had emptied the Life God's treasury—there were piles of damaged equipment, mostly beyond repair, but their exteriors could still be restored; as long as they weren't disassembled, no one could tell they were broken.

"Redemption Goddess," Ang said.

Okay, now everyone knew—it was looted from the unfortunate Redemption Goddess.

Compared to the Life God, the Redemption Goddess at least maintained her collection—nothing was so ruined it couldn't be fixed.

Du Luo rolled up his sleeves enthusiastically: "This arduous task clearly falls to me—I've never repaired a Great Angel Staff before. I wonder how different its underlying principles are from soul artifacts?"

Du Luo quickly regretted those words. After finally repairing the Great Angel Staff, Ang pulled out a Meteor Hammer. After fixing that, he pulled out a Spirit Feather Bow.

"How many treasures do you even have? No no no—give them to the God of Knowledge. His vast knowledge can compensate for your alchemical shortcomings—he'll definitely fix them," Du Luo said, dizzy and exhausted.

Heaven pity him—he had once been a powerful being with a secondary palace, but he'd only just been reborn; his soul was too weak to handle intense labor.

"No no no—alchemy still depends on Lord Du Luo. We count on you," Nagelis refused to be fooled, smiling slyly: "By the way, Ang, why did you suddenly think of repairing these things?"

Ang pointed at the big pit: "Useful."

Indeed, very useful—Daisen had just taken his stance when Ang smashed him with two hammers, then added a Holy Earth Hammer from the little angel—done. He'd never realized before how convenient good equipment could be.

Might as well fix all the junk at home—next time someone disturbs his farming, he'd just pull one out and smash.

Nagelis's forehead darkened: "You plan to use these divine artifacts as hammers? You're a wastrel…"

Knowing words were useless, Nagelis grabbed all the equipment except the hammers and stashed them away—otherwise, this lowly skeleton might really smash the Great Angel Staff like a hammer.

Seeing Du Luo finish repairing one item, Ang pulled out another.

Du Luo waved his hand and plopped down on the ground: "No more repairs—I need decades of rest. Damn it, I've been dead for so long, and this is the first time I've repaired gear until I wanted to vomit. Huh?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Luo noticed Ang wasn't pulling out gear—he was pulling out a ball.

Ang also realized his mistake—it was the egg he'd obtained on Dragon Island, not gear. He flipped it back into his pocket.

"Wait wait wait—pull it out, let me see—what is that? Could it be an egg?" Du Luo said.

Ang pulled out the egg again. This egg was miraculous—when Ang touched it, the duration of his Dragon God transformation extended.

But it was a one-time effect; no matter how many times he touched it afterward, the Dragon God transformation remained unchanged.

The entire egg was pitch-black, like a rock, with only a small patch white—that was where Ang had dripped concentrated insect ash solution, triggering resurrection.

Nagelis asked puzzled: "Why don't you soak it? Let it resurrect—see what comes out. It might be a Dragon God egg."

Ang shook his head: "Insect ash solution—not enough."

"Impossible? The fish and insects killed in the Pure Sea Plane alone number in the millions—we could extract tons of insect ash solution. How could it not be enough?" Nagelis exclaimed.

Ang shook his head: "Not enough—need to grow vegetables."

"Alright, I get it—you're unwilling to use insect ash solution to soak it because you need it for farming, right?" Nagelis said.

Ang nodded as if it were obvious.

Nagelis sighed—he knew it would be like this. Insect ash solution was now the primary fertilizer for soilless farming; no matter how much there was, it was never enough.

As long as fertilizer was sufficient, Ang could expand his cultivation area indefinitely, since the Pure Sea Plane still had vast space for expansion.

But he couldn't wait until Ang had planted the entire Pure Sea Plane before dealing with this egg. This egg might be a Dragon God egg—extremely important to the dragon race—and Nagelis didn't want to wait forever.

"How about you lend me some insect ash solution? I'll resurrect it first. Later, I'll have Bruce send food to those two Insect Gods to repay the borrowed solution?" Nagelis proposed.

He Mo'er and Ma Disi, the two Insect Gods, now had one primary task: producing insect ash solution for Ang. Feed them enough food, and they'd continuously produce it.

Ang still shook his head: "Need a lot. One chance. Fail—it breaks."

Nagelis understood—he needed a large quantity of insect ash solution, only one chance, and if it failed, the egg would be destroyed. No wonder Ang hadn't dared to try.

Du Luo, finally catching on, couldn't help interrupting: "Wait a minute—you mean this insect ash solution can turn this petrified egg back into a living one?"

After Nagelis confirmed it, Du Luo said with a strange expression: "Though this insect ash solution is miraculous, why don't you consider other possibilities? I heard the Archangels of the Church of Light have a weapon called Petrification Ray. Could this egg have been struck by some petrification skill?"

Du Luo added: "If you think this egg is a fossil, then it was already dead before petrification—resurrecting it would only give you a rotten egg. Better to tackle the petrification skill directly."

Nagelis involuntarily slapped himself: "Damn it, I'm an idiot—Shamara, Shamara."

He was an idiot—why had he only thought of insect ash solution? This was clearly a petrified egg—why hadn't he considered petrification skills?

Moreover, if this egg had turned to stone due to age, it must have rotted before petrification—resurrecting it would only yield a stinking egg. Better to address the petrification skill directly.

"Shamara is that fallen angel, right? Why are you calling her?" Du Luo had met Shamara, so he didn't understand why Nagelis would seek a fallen angel.

But after Luna separated from her, he was stunned: "You have everything? Even an Archangel has fallen?"

Luna nodded to him: "Hello, Alchemist Magus Du Luo—I am Archangel Luna."

"You know me?" Du Luo was surprised.

"Of course—if I don't know even my enemies, that's my failure," Luna said.

Du Luo scratched his nose awkwardly, muttering: "I don't know you…" He didn't even know how many gods were in the Light Pantheon.

Luna pretended not to hear, crouched down to examine the petrified egg, then after a while said: "It does resemble Petrification Ray damage—no hollows inside. If it were naturally petrified, decayed matter would have formed cavities and bubbles. Try it, Lord Ang—the Petrification Bow is in your hands. Just set it to the anti-petrification setting."

As soon as Luna finished speaking, Du Luo blurted: "The Petrification Bow is in your hands? Why have you never used it? With the Petrification Bow, why bother repairing the Great Angel Staff? That's a divine artifact capable of petrifying gods!"

Ang tilted his head, thought for a moment, then looked at his arm—where two unremarkable rings were worn, concealed by the scarecrow illusion. If Luna hadn't mentioned it, he'd forgotten he even had them.

"Forgot," Ang said, patting the two rings. They instantly sprang open, clicking and clacking as they assembled into a crossbow.

Following Luna's instructions, Ang adjusted the setting to anti-petrification. Luna added: "I rarely use the anti-petrification function—it consumes too much holy power. The energy required is ten times that of a petrification arrow. Even I need to store energy for a long time."

Ang silently channeled energy into the bow—other resources might be lacking, but holy light was abundant.

The Jiechuguangxian, infused with ten times the holy power, struck the stone egg, and like the God of Balance before it, the stony surface peeled away layer by layer.

At the very moment the stone egg shed its petrification, a tremor spread out that made dragons' hearts quake—just as before, but this time the tremor was dozens of times stronger.

Ang suddenly threw down the Petrification Bow, his scales surging as he transformed into the Dragon God and punched the surface of the stone egg.

His action startled Nageleis into crying out: "What are you doing? That's the Dragon God's egg!"

"No, it's a predator." As he spoke, Ang's fist struck the egg.