Chapter 88

"You say Purple Bone is injured? Then let's go over and take a look," Negris advised.

"No," Ang refused.

"Why?" Negris asked.

"Healed."

"Then we should still go over and take a look, to find the remains of Jian Gu Luo Ke."

"No, can't assemble," Ang refused. He couldn't even assemble one hand right now, only two arm bones; finding them would be useless.

"Go, let's go, it's not like there's anything else to do anyway, the World Tree has others to take care of it."

"No, need to plant vegetables," Ang said.

"The Purple Bone plane is all forest, it's the most suitable place for planting things. Didn't you give Purple Bone seeds before? They couldn't grow them, right? That's all the more reason you should go over and help them," Negris said.

Ang tilted his head, thought for a good while, but still shook his head: "Teleport, grain, here, finish planting."

"You want to finish planting this entire plane? You..." Negris wanted to say 'Are you crazy?', but then he thought, isn't this skeleton crazy anyway? He had been planting grain in the Palace of Rest for over a thousand years; who could guarantee that a thousand years from now, this plane wouldn't be covered in green trees?

But that was a thousand years away. Negris wanted to find Luo Ke's grave right now. Forget it, time for the ultimate move.

Negris flew out to find the Angel Skeleton and whispered in its ear for a while.

The Angel Skeleton flew back, found Ang, let out an "Ao," then flapped its wings, raised its little hands to make a 'flying' gesture, and called out: "Huhu!"

Negris was shocked: "You can make other sounds?" This was the second sound the Angel Skeleton had ever made; before, like the Little Zombie, it could only 'Ao Ao' cry.

Soon everyone was ready to depart: Ang, the Angel Skeleton, the Little Zombie, Negris, Lightning, oh, and a little tree sapling plus the Beet Sword Saint who had squeezed in.

"My lord, take me with you. As long as you let me fight, I will be your most loyal follower," Lu Se said with great conviction.

Anna stood by and undermined him: "My lord, don't believe him, he's only doing this for your dried beets. My lord, take me instead. Miao Miao needs a devout follower to take care of it; I can do the watering and fertilizing."

Miao Miao? Who? Ang, the Angel Skeleton, the Little Zombie, and the little tree sapling all tilted their heads together, their postures almost identical.

Because the name was too ugly, everyone unanimously decided not to take Anna. Since the teleportation array could only transport two people at a time, Lu Se and Negris went first, and everyone else followed into the array one after another.

Lightning had to teleport by itself and was forced to lie down and coil up. Ang was the last one.

A bright light flared before their eyes. When the light faded, what Ang saw was a scene of swords drawn and bows bent: Purple Bone was swinging an axe at the Angel Skeleton. Lu Se condensed his battle aura, his face flushed red, struggling to hold off Purple Bone's attack, while the Angel Skeleton spread its wings, preparing to blast them with a cannon.

A Low Rank Sword Saint condensing battle aura, and yet struggling? Even if it was a sudden situation, it shouldn't be a struggle.

But it was a struggle, because Purple Bone was a two-meter-seventy-eight-centimeter little giant, and her axe was taller than half of Lu Se's body. Just this raw strength alone made Lu Se struggle.

"Ao!" Ang let out a roar, and a soul shockwave erupted.

The greatest advantage of undead creatures isn't actually being undead, but their souls. This is an innate mental attack; even the weakest vengeful spirit can let out a wail, with an effect like a mosquito flying around your ear.

But the problem is that when hundreds or thousands of vengeful spirits appear and wail in your ear, and you have no way to drive them away, you'll go crazy in less than half a day.

And Ang was a High Rank undead creature possessing a Soul Heart, a King-level undead creature. When he unleashed his soul shockwave with all his might, everyone felt as if they had been punched by an invisible fist, instantly losing their focus.

Purple Bone was the most pathetic; Ang possessed her symbol of faith. Never mind a soul shockwave, he only had to move a thought, and she would have to kneel. So she sat down on the ground with a thud.

Slowly bringing out the Death Scythe, Ang asked in confusion: "Why, attack me."

Unexpectedly, before he had even finished speaking, the surrounding Purple Bone clansmen had all knelt on the ground, piously kowtowing and screaming: "Scythe, God of Purple Bone, God of Purple Bone."

Purple Bone also turned over in panic and knelt, at a loss for what to do.

The Angel Skeleton's Holy Light Shine didn't go off; it was stopped by Ang.

"Why, attack me." Ang saw the scene stabilize and asked again.

Purple Bone finally reacted at this moment. The Angel Skeleton was in the same group as Ang. She didn't even dare to raise her head, and said aggrievedly: "Moth, enemy of the God of Purple Bone."

Once the teleportation array opened, the first wave to teleport over was Lu Se and Negris, and both sides were still greeting each other harmoniously.

Lu Se tried to get close and shake hands with Purple Bone, saying this was the most popular way to greet people on their plane. He originally wanted to test the other party's strength, but when they shook hands, he realized Purple Bone's hand was too big, directly wrapping up his 'little hand.'

Handshaking didn't work, so they switched to fist bumping. This time Lu Se tested it out: Purple Bone's strength was not inferior to his.

And he was a Low Rank Sword Saint! Purple Bone relied purely on her body size and racial talent.

And Purple Bone was the strongest among this group of little giants. This made Lu Se feel relieved; if any one of these people had his strength, it would be too much of a blow to his ego.

Just as he relaxed, Negris leaned over and whispered:

"How is this a Purple Bone tribe? This is clearly a group of half-blood Titans. They should have the bloodline of the God-race among Titans—the Thunder Titans. Look at their yellowish skin. No wonder their faith is so strong; twenty-something people can equal the faith of several thousand. But they seem a bit malnourished, and they haven't awakened their thunder power. What's going on?"

"Malnourished? This is malnourished? What would they look like if they were well-developed?" Lu Se wished he could immediately gnaw on two dried beets to calm his nerves.

Filled with doubt, Negris stepped forward to ask: "Does it thunder here?"

"What is thunder?" Purple Bone asked in confusion.

Very good, Negris understood. It never thundered on this plane; Purple Bone didn't even know what thunder was.

Lacking thunder elements, these Purple Bone clansmen with Thunder Titan bloodlines hadn't developed normally at all. Not only were they shorter than normal Titans, but they also got sick, died, and had become believers of Jian Gu Luo Ke.

Lightning, the second to teleport over, confirmed Negris's conjecture. Purple Bone actually felt Lightning was particularly dear, her eyes glowing as she squatted down to touch Lightning's head, saying: "Ah, what a cute little horse."

Horse was fine, but 'little' horse? Lightning exploded on the spot, knocking on its own head: "You're the horse, your whole family is horses! Look, horn, horn, horn, unicorn! Lightning's darling! You're the little one, your whole family is little! Mmph mmph mmph..."

The rest of the words couldn't be said. Lightning, with a shoulder height of one meter seventy, was held in her arms like a pet and was almost suffocated.

The third wave to teleport over was the Little Zombie and the Angel Skeleton. Seeing the Angel Skeleton, all the Purple Bone clansmen went into a frenzy, scrambling to pick up their weapons and roaring: "Moth! Chop it to death!"