Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1416 - Chapter 1416: Chapter 977: Where is the Place for Creating Mourning Undead Soldiers?

Chapter 1416: Chapter 977: Where is the Place for Creating Mourning Undead Soldiers?

As soon as Anthony’s voice fell, the Mourning Undead Soul saw an armor stride forward with large steps, thunderously rushing in from the distant darkness.

Armor?

If something else had emerged, the Mourning Undead Soul might not have been so surprised. Armor? That thing not only isn’t resistant to being hit, it doesn’t even hold up to fire, it couldn’t last a night in a campfire.

Apart from burning, it could only be used to plant something. Surrender to it?

The Mourning Undead Soul wanted to laugh, but upon closer examination, he became alert because the armor was not stepping on the ground but walking on air, yet the Mourning Undead Soul couldn’t see what it was ‘stepping’ on.

Walking on air, certainly not stepping on the air; Unicorn steps on thunder and lightning element, the Lord of Mourning steps on Soul Energy, Anthony steps on Divine Power, the kind of stepping on one foot with the other foot to ascend to heaven simply doesn’t exist.

And Ange steps on the Dark Element. The Mourning Undead Soul can’t see the Dark Element, so he doesn’t know what Ange is stepping on. Regardless, this is not an ordinary armor, and the Mourning Undead Soul immediately condensed his physical form.

Anthony curled his lips: “It seems like you prefer close combat, huh? Interested in the Black Warrior reincarnation?”

“What kind of monster? Black Warrior? What is that…” Before the Mourning Undead Soul could finish speaking, he saw Ange’s scales surging, transforming into the Dragon God, darting forward, disappearing–

On the face that the Mourning Undead Soul had condensed, both eyes almost bulged out; the next moment, the Dragon God appeared before him.

The Mourning Undead Soul’s eyes suddenly brightened–Soul Impact.

A standard move used by genuine Undead beings, although it was difficult to have an effect, they would always try it before engaging in combat, to test the depth of the opponent. Those who don’t like using Soul Impact are generally not proper Undead.

The Soul Impact blasted onto Ange’s body without any reaction, instead, the Mourning Undead Soul felt as if he had hit a giant tree. Hmm? A tree?

The situation didn’t allow him to think carefully; he swung his hand as a blade to strike at Ange.

Ange’s claws swung over, clang, clang, clang, the Mourning Undead Soul felt like he was being furiously smashed by a huge log.

This is the disadvantage of not having Black Warrior reincarnation, the Mourning Undead Soul’s form is actually a manifestation of Soul Energy, lacking material support, going head-to-head is like the soul hitting a wall.

Of course, if the wall is brittle, then hitting it is just that. But this wall that is Ange is too hard.

However, hitting the wall is already the best treatment. Ange only swung his claws three times, then the whole world slowed down.

The Mourning Undead Soul felt everything had slowed down, including Ange’s movements. Ange clenched his fists and hammered towards him, one punch after another.

He could see it clearly, even the scales on the fists, but he found that his movements were even slower than Ange’s.

He strenuously tried to dodge, but his form began to slowly contort. Ange had already thrown three punches while he had only moved less than a centimeter.

The three fists seemed to have solidified in front of him. He could see space being compressed, air being twisted, the shadow of the fists solidified, three swirls being pulled out in front of him by the fists.

The Mourning Undead Soul anxiously sensed the destructive power contained in these three swirls, desperately trying to dodge, while continuously condensing layers of armor in front of him.

But his movements were incredibly slow; although the enemy’s movements were already slow, his were even slower, as if time flowed at different speeds on him and his opponent.

Fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh…

Ange continued to punch, one vortex after another materialized in front of the Mourning Undead Soul, blocking all his space to dodge.

Three fist shadows spiraling, the Mourning Undead Soul already felt it was difficult to defend, and as the number of vortices rose to seven, his heart sank into despair.

Indeed, he had already conjured several layers of armor in front of him, but there was absolutely no way they could withstand the destructive power of seven fist shadows erupting at once. It was as though his shield could only fend off arrows, yet it was targeted by a Magic Crystal Cannon.

Eight, nine, ten… However, Ange’s fist shadow whirlwinds continued to escalate, and by the time the tenth fist shadow appeared, the utterly despairing Mourning Undead Soul suddenly remembered Anthony’s words, “Surrender quickly, and you can save your life.”

Was this what those words meant? The Mourning Undead Soul couldn’t help but shout out, “I surrender!”

Time slowed down, but not the speed of thought. Everyone heard the voice of the Mourning Undead Soul, and Anthony hurriedly yelled, “Quick, offer the Soul Oath.”

The Mourning Undead Soul hesitated somewhat unwillingly.

As the eleventh fist shadow appeared, the unwillingness in the Mourning Undead Soul’s heart vanished in an instant, and he swiftly put forth the Soul Oath.

Ange accepted the Soul Oath, and the Mourning Undead Soul immediately felt a lightness on his body, was momentarily stunned, still standing there, but then heard Anthony’s voice, “Run, what are you waiting for, do you want to die?”

The Mourning Undead Soul hurriedly dodged aside, leaving the range covered by the fist shadows far behind.

Almost the moment he left the range of the fist shadows, the frozen vortex burst instantly. There were no sound or light effects, only a slight twist in the air, but a mound that was behind the Mourning Undead Soul had vanished.

With a ‘puff’, as if sneezing, an entire hill disappeared, leaving only the dust flying in the sky.

The Mourning Undead Soul and Roland, among others, stared at this scene, dumbfounded.

Ange’s scales receded, returning to the harmless aspect of a plantation construct, and in fact, there was another meaning to Anthony’s “Surrender quickly, and you can save your life”–Ange’s Dragon God Transformation could only last a few seconds.

The Mourning Undead Soul trembled, “Who… who are you?”

Ange cocked his head, and Anthony quickly took on the role of translator, introducing, “This person is the co-ruler of darkness and the Abyss, King of all Ancient Gods of the Void, knowledge, planting, harvest, and beauty, equality and justice, war and peace, the Administrator of God’s Power, the Void Rule Reverser, the Time Origin Ange.”

Everyone blinked, blinking in bewilderment. However, they understood the reference to Time Origin, immediately connecting it to the scene where time slowed down. Could that be the power of Time Origin?

“What’s with you? What is your situation? Mourning Undead Soul? I’ve never seen a Mourning Level Undead. How did you ascend?” Anthony inquired.

The Mourning Undead Soul sighed, “What Mourning Undead Soul, I am but a Mourning Undead Soldier without a body, forced to exist in the form of an undead.”

Anthony blinked, he hadn’t been there long and didn’t understand much about Mourning Undead Soldiers.

Just then, a brass figure rapidly approached, shouting from afar, “Kvada… the soul of the Mourning Undead Soldier? You gave us quite a fright–we thought there really was a Mourning Level undead. Turns out it’s just a Mourning Undead Soldier, that’s disappointing.”

Negris landed, gasping heavily after the flight. Although it could fly, it wasn’t as fast as Ange, and had arrived only after the fight was over.

Hearing the words of the Mourning Undead Soul, Negris instantly understood the situation–it was a Mourning Undead Soldier without a body.

Somewhat disappointed, in contrast to the rare Mourning Undead Soul, Mourning Undead Soldiers were not so uncommon; the Monarch had just devoured two.

Thinking of how Mourning Undead Soldiers were made, Negris asked, “Was your body destroyed? Or have you never possessed one?”

The Mourning Undead Soul replied, “I have never possessed a body. After becoming a Mourning Soul, I quietly escaped and never once inhabited a body.”

“Hold on, hold on,” Anthony caught the key information sensitively, “After becoming a Mourning Soul, you quietly escaped? What do you mean?”

Negris also came to a realization, slapping its hip, “You escaped from the place where Mourning Undead Soldiers are made, right? Do you know where they manufacture Mourning Undead Soldiers?”