Chapter 876

"King?"

"Oh, it really is you. From so far away, I thought you wouldn't hear. Quick, quick, quick, come and save me," the monarch said hurriedly.

Ang pried up the brick with force.

"Wait, wait, what's your situation? Did you just project yourself over?" Seeing Ang prying so hard, the monarch immediately thought of something and hurriedly stopped him.

Ang nodded.

"So you only projected your will over? Then don't save me yet, or it will be troublesome if you alert them. You should think of a way to restore your strength and preserve yourself first," the monarch quickly calmed down from the excitement of seeing Ang.

If Ang saved him now, he might not be able to escape, and instead, it would alert the enemy. He was already trapped here; it made no difference whether he was trapped for one more day or one less day. What was most important now was for Ang to restore his strength first.

Ang stopped his hand, thought for a moment, and asked, "King, you, why like this?"

The monarch's "old face blushed," and he started to explain stammeringly.

The spatial slingshot did indeed shoot the monarch very far, but it was far from being able to cross the energy-level Great Desert. For the second half of the journey, Ang used the power continuously transported by his main body, flying for a while and resting for a while, and flew over by sheer force.

And the monarch, through burning his own soul, after his soul energy was exhausted, burned his soul to force his way through. The consequence was that his soul was downgraded, from a primordial body to a black crystal soul, and then to a soul of the dead, dropping two levels in a row.

It wasn't the first time either. Downgrading was just downgrading; the monarch didn't care. As long as he crossed the energy-level Great Desert and arrived at a place with intelligent creatures, he could establish a new soul network and quickly restore his soul level, just like when he established a new Undead Empire on the Starburst plane back then.

And it wasn't like the Lord of the Dead couldn't fight. Whether it was the main plane or the Starburst plane, he relied on the soul of the dead to fight across the planes.

The idea was good, but a small accident happened during the process. The territory he established quietly grew to a certain extent, and he also tempered the possessed skeleton to the purple-gold level, becoming a dead skeleton, preparing to go out and hack people, when he was pushed by humans.

"A team of adventurers appeared in my territory. They summoned two dead skeletons, a team of golden skeletons, and six chaotic swordsmen. You know chaotic swordsmen, right? They are human swordsmen who have the chaotic force of the Ancient Divine Light on their bodies. A team of people pushed my territory."

The monarch said annoyedly: "I should have investigated the power level of this world first. Why can death summoners really summon skeletons, and dead skeletons at that? Why do humans have the force of chaos? Isn't that the ultimate power of the Ancient Divine Light?"

Summoning spells were high-level magic belonging to spatial transfer, not something ordinary mages could cast. The kind in knight novels, opening spatial channels and summoning a bunch of subordinates to participate in battle, was simply unrealistic.

So-called death summoners could at most summon some spiritual bodies attached to their bodies, like Andong summoning his black horse.

Unless it was a guy like Ang who possessed a dimensional space, they could carry a bunch of "people" with them.

However, the death summoners here could really open spatial channels and summon a bunch of skeletons to fight, and they started with two dead skeletons. The monarch was stunned.

Completely not expecting this situation, the monarch was quickly caught. Because the other party had a necromancer, he couldn't run even if he wanted to. Finally, he was sealed and sent here to be used as a soul charger to replenish soul energy for the constructs.

The aura in this construct was left by the monarch in the black crystal through the pipe when he was being charged. Besides this one, several other constructs had also had his aura left in them, but as time passed, they were damaged one after another.

Originally, he didn't expect to succeed, just wanted to grab a straw in desperation. He didn't expect that this act of grabbing a straw would actually call Ang over.

His own child was still reliable. The monarch was greatly comforted.

"This kind of construct is the lowest level and has no growth potential. Find a way to change into a skeleton, temper it, and restore your strength, then come back to save me," the monarch said.

Ang nodded, but said worriedly, "King, you being drained, will you be okay?"

You're the one being drained... The monarch's soul twitched, and he said mockingly: "They catch souls of the dead to use as the core of soul chargers because our soul recovery speed is fast. A mere low-level construct can't drain my power; it just hurts a bit, that's all. It doesn't matter."

Having soul energy forcibly drained was a very painful thing, and it was a pain that went straight to the soul, impossible to block.

"Unfortunately, the restrictions limit me, and I can't accumulate death aura, otherwise I would have broken through the black crystal soul long ago and burst this restriction. Sigh, careless, careless. I should have understood the situation of this world first, and then gone to hack people," the monarch said annoyedly.

Ang nodded, thought for a moment, took out the black crystal he had just dug from the broken construct to show him, and then threw it in through the gap.

"Hmm? Good idea. Black crystals can temporarily store soul energy. I'll store the power that exceeds the limit inside and use it when breaking through. Unfortunately, this is just an ordinary black crystal. If it were a chaotic black crystal, it would be great," the monarch reacted immediately, saying excitedly and regretfully.

Chaotic black crystals formed their own system, and the soul energy they stored was much more than ordinary black crystals.

"I'll tell you everything I know, and then you go. Go change into a body, restore your strength, and come back to save me. Don't force it; preserving yourself is more important," the monarch exhorted repeatedly, fearing that Ang would take risks.

Ang nodded, stuffed the brick back, and then looked at the slightly obvious brick seam. He thought for a moment, pointed his finger at the mortar on the ground, and picked it up gently.

Pollination spell rolled up the mortar from the ground, rolled it into his hand, and then he rubbed it onto the brick seam—Solidification spell.

Very good, the mortar blocked the brick seam, and it wasn't obvious at all. What was even better was that low-level magic could actually be used.

Then Ang tried divine arts and holy light magic again. Very unfortunately, all divine arts couldn't be used, and holy light magic couldn't be used either, but light-series magic could. In other words, elemental magic could be used.

However, the magic circuit structure of light-series magic was different from what Ang had learned. It collapsed as soon as a combination was completed, until Ang tried to change several of the blocked places, and only then was he able to cast a level-one illumination spell.

Ang thought for a moment and probably understood the reason. The light of the main plane originated from the gaze of the Ancient Divine Light and had an essential difference from the light of this world, so the magic structure was inconsistent.

Gaze? Ang silently gazed at his own fingers, and the next moment, his fingers actually lit up, emitting a fluorescent white light.

For the rest of the night, Ang was trying various abilities, constantly testing and comparing, trying to find the differences between the two worlds. This was a very boring job, but compared to the growth comparison of crops, it seemed very simple. After one night, the harvest was great.

The next day, Ang was led back to the farm to continue tending to the section he was originally responsible for. Ang quietly observed the other constructs and soon understood his work content: watering, fertilizing, weeding, pest control, pruning branches, removing leaves, picking...

It really was planting, about the same as planting dragon fruit.

This was simply too easy for Ang. In less than two days, the section he tended showed a difference, making the human who managed the farm unable to help but come over for a turn: "Why is the growth in this plot so good? Too much fertilizer?"