Chapter 622: Death God Stick, Hurry Up and Help

Negris finally understood who Ang was trying to hide from by sealing most of his power: "It seems Markel's god is not a proper thing. His trip to the God Kingdom is not a happy journey, but a journey to hell."

The two eyes that had extended out looked in this direction for a long time, found nothing, and finally retracted in confusion.

Apparently, it might have sensed something, but Ang's reaction was too fast, and he possessed a divine artifact capable of sealing power, quickly sealing his power and disguising himself as an ordinary creature.

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To these powerful creatures, without a strong energy reaction, it wouldn't notice you at all, just like a dragon wouldn't notice the lice on its body.

Markel and the others failed to see through this falsehood and remained immersed in the joy of their vacation. Under their control, the airship slowly landed on the ground.

Negris switched back to its own vision and saw a flat, spacious plaza. Quite a few airships were parked sporadically around, and no people could be seen in the surroundings.

Looking in the direction of the 'hairs', it saw a huge city looming in the light. Countless pillars of light were changing, some swaying, some piercing the sky.

Switching back to Ang's vision, it discovered that those pillars of light were the hairs. Each pillar of light was a hair, and those piercing the sky were attacking the Doom Serpent's body.

Negris couldn't help but mutter: "How magical. Is this an illusion? Compared to Wuga's True Illusion, which one is more powerful? You can see through its illusion, but can it see through your scarecrow hat?"

Ang responded: "Wuga, powerful. It, big. I, small. Cannot see through me."

"Wuga is more powerful? Then it isn't very powerful either. Is it because the range is too large, so it's easy to see through? The scarecrow hat's range is small, so it can't see through yours?" Negris asked.

Ang nodded.

"Then I'm relieved." Negris breathed a sigh of relief. Although the scarecrow hat was low-level, on Ang, it was equivalent to a divine artifact. Anyone with weaker mental power than him couldn't see through this disguise.

It was hard to encounter a red creature, but because his power was dispersed, it still couldn't see through him. This way, Ang could safely go down and roam.

Markel and the others couldn't wait to leave the airship and walk out of the plaza, their emotions appearing a bit agitated.

Negris asked suspiciously: "They are a bit off. Are they too excited? What's fun here? When they said they surrendered just now, they weren't this excited; they were full of complaints about the God Kingdom. By the way, if it's an illusion, why not manifest better food and material enjoyment? That way they wouldn't have rebelled after eating a beet. Could it be because the taste cannot be simulated?"

Wuga's True Illusion could make people feel as if they were there, even simulating taste, smell, pleasure, etc. This creature's illusion was worse than Wuga's, and it was very likely it couldn't simulate taste.

Ang followed behind and also stepped onto the plaza. His feet stepped on the skeletons on the ground, and he immediately tilted his head.

"What's wrong?" Negris switched to Ang's vision and looked down at his feet, only to see rich death aura surging into the skeletons along Ang's feet.

Looking at this pitch-black, rich death aura, Negris was shocked: "Such a rich death aura. How many people had to die to produce such death aura? In other words, are these skeletons all alive?"

Only living things have souls, and dying here would produce death aura. If they were just bones thrown here, dead things wouldn't produce death aura.

The number of skeletons was simply too large. Negris couldn't imagine what kind of disaster would produce so many skeletons, so it had hypothesized whether bones were transferred from other places. But this death aura proved its hypothesis wrong.

"How cruel. Why kill so many people? Looking at the shape of the skeletons, there are humans, goblins, dwarves. What is this, a horse?" Negris identified them carefully.

This was simply a treasure trove of death aura. Between the thick skeletons on the ground, a large amount of death aura, rich enough to almost condense, was hidden. Every step taken could stir up a large amount of death aura.

Ang directly transferred them into the Palace of Rest and poured them into the large barrel containing the death aura liquid.

"There's too much death aura. If we collect it all, won't the Palace of Rest be filled up?" Negris said enviously.

Just this much death aura alone made this infiltration worth it. The foundation of undead creatures is death aura; it is the basis of soul composition. Without death aura, undead creatures cannot be born at all.

If the death aura in other places was as rich as the one under their feet, it would be equivalent to the accumulation of a plane. It would be enough to rebuild an undead empire.

Ang quietly extracted the death aura from the ground with his feet while following Markel and the others forward. After walking for a while, Negris finally determined what was wrong with them.

"They seem to have been charmed." Negris said.

Charmed silently. Thinking back carefully, the charm should have started the moment they saw the plane.

This was not strange. When a species has lived with a super-life for a long time, all means can have double the effect. For example, the God of Life; any punishment method is particularly effective against elves, but it doesn't have such an obvious effect on humans or other creatures.

"Charm plus illusion, double the effect. No wonder these people are so excited when they mention the God Kingdom." Negris said in a low voice.

Everything here was eerie. Countless questions appeared in Negris's mind. For example, why did these 'hairs' want to do this? Why keep so many goblins and humans? All kinds of questions made it want to grab Anthony and Silver Coin and have them analyze it.

"Can you find a way to grab Anthony and the others? Uh, what are you doing?" Coming back to its senses, Negris discovered that Ang was causing trouble again. He was actually quietly crushing the grave grass and throwing it into the gaps of the skeletons under his feet.

"Plant." Ang said.

"..." Negris was speechless. This place was dead and desolate, filled with death aura, not suitable for plant growth. But Ang had all kinds of crops, and there was always one suitable for this environment, such as graveyard moss, which was grave grass.

This was one of the few plants that could grow in an environment rich in death aura. It didn't need water or soil; as long as there was death aura, it could grow.

"Will you die if you don't plant things? Aren't you afraid that these 'hairs' will discover it and dig us out? Then you might as well plant a World Tree." Negris said irritably.

Ang nodded.

"Uh, what do you mean? You've already planted it?" A bad premonition suddenly rose in Negris's heart. It turned its head to look behind, but didn't see any World Tree seedlings.

After thinking for a while, it retreated into the Huang Tong Book and flew toward the farm. Sure enough, in the center of Farm No. 2, a lonely World Tree seedling was planted.

"Kuba Da, you really planted it. It's a good thing you didn't mess around and knew to plant the World Tree at home." Negris breathed a sigh of relief. Planting it in the Palace of Rest at least wouldn't attract the attention of those who discovered it.

Seeing the Huang Tong Book fly over, the seedling actually moved, waving its leaves and sending out some enthusiastic information.

Negris's heart moved, and it hurriedly flew over. Sure enough, it felt those enthusiastic messages: Use force—grow—use force—grow—not growing...?

"It really is you, you stupid little tree." Negris scolded irritably.

The seedling tilted and sent out some confused information, as if asking: Who are you—

Negris opened the page and slammed it in front of the little tree seedling. The page showed Negris's giant dragon form, roaring: "It's me, you stupid little tree."

The little tree seedling sent out a message of panic: Scared—scared—

Then it grew wildly, from a tiny seedling to a vine as thick as a waist in an instant, twisted into a fist, punched the dragon shadow on the page, and took the opportunity to knock the Huang Tong Book away.

"Kuba Da, how did you learn to hit people too?! Damn it, you were spoiled by those two dead children. You can't be like this. Hitting people is wrong. Ouch, you stupid little tree, why is your fist so heavy? It hurts so much to be hit." Negris hurriedly shrank the Huang Tong Book and checked it, confirming it wasn't broken.

However, the little tree's attack power also made Negris secretly shocked. The little tree was obviously attacking subconsciously and in a hurry, but it could actually knock the Huang Tong Book away? This wasn't the young dragon body it projected, but a divine artifact capable of sealing gods.

"Why is it here? When did you stuff it in?" Negris turned to Ang and asked.

Ang responded: "Didn't stuff, branch, just planted."

"Hiss—this isn't the little tree? Is it a clone of the little tree? You just planted it? The little tree has seeds?" Negris said in shock.

Ang said in confusion: "Yes, Iron Sand City."

The little tree had long had seeds. The one in Iron Sand City was planted from a seed produced by the little tree seedling. And the old tree had also said that the little tree seedling was already stronger than it, but these familiar people were used to treating the little tree seedling as a seedling.

"Uh, so you used the little tree's seeds to sprout a new World Tree, so the little tree seedling can use the same root system of the World Tree to transfer over? Like the old tree transferring?" Negris asked.

Ang nodded and added: "Little tree, stronger."

After speaking, his consciousness sent a message to the little tree.

Oh—after the little tree seedling sent a message, it immediately stuck its roots into the soil, waving its leaves: Use force—grow—use force—grow—

The little tree seedling grew wildly and soon grew into a big tree. A huge tree hole was twisted between the trunk and the roots.

Negris was looking into the pitch-black tree hole in confusion when suddenly, two white pillars of light shot out from inside, swaying like searchlights.

Not long after, the little angel's eyes glowed, and with the magic searchlight-like pillars of light, she ran out from inside, followed by the little zombie.

"It really is you two dead children. My god, isn't this the space tree hole that the old tree used to pick us up when we went to the Elf Forest back then? The little tree seedling's space tree hole can actually connect the Starburst Plane and the Palace of Rest?" Negris was stunned.

Back then, the old tree's space tree hole directly transferred them from the edge of the Elf Forest to its own body, but the distance was only one or two thousand kilometers. The little tree seedling actually connected from the Starburst Plane to the Palace of Rest. Was this distance too excessive? Was the little tree seedling this strong?

Not long after the little angel and little zombie ran out, Feiti poked his head out of the tree hole. After seeing the situation clearly, he shouted in shock:

"This... isn't this the Palace of Rest? Eh, Lord Negris? Is it really the Palace of Rest? These two dead children whispered to the little tree seedling for a long time, then dragged us to Iron Sand City, wanting to drill into a big tree's tree hole. Can it actually come to the Palace of Rest?"

Soon, Du Luo Ken also drilled out: "This... isn't this the Palace of Rest? Eh, Lord Negris?"

Not long after, Anthony also drilled out: "This... isn't this the Palace of Rest? Eh, Lord Negris?"

Negris said irritably: "You guys practiced this, right? Why is it all this sentence? You came just in time, Death God Stick, hurry up and help." ===== CHAPTER 623 =====