Chapter 1434: Chapter 995: Mourning Undead Soldiers Charging Ahead

While the silver coin was still setting a trap for Olga, Ange and his group had already teleported to Heaven’s Fortress.

Ange rubbed his hands together and directly produced a Teleportation Array; with a flash of white light, they appeared on the top of the pyramid at Heaven’s Fortress, right above the field of gods… the divine farm.

The moment they appeared, four powerful consciousnesses locked onto them, and four figures, each a hundred meters tall, rose up, swinging their weapons, ready to strike.

However, they promptly ‘saw’ the aura of Ange and his companions and stopped their movements. Their gazes circled around the group before finally settling on Negris, hesitantly asking, “Lord Nage?”

Negris responded with some shock, “Yes, it’s me. Are you Gaur’s children? How have you grown so big? No, not just grown larger, but mutated?”

Back then, the talkative War Giant Tree Gaur was hastened by the God of Life to produce ten seeds, four of which were planted here to guard the Holy Kingdom, and then Ange stopped managing them. He didn’t expect them to have grown so huge now.

It wasn’t exactly growth; it was more like mutation. Each one of them bore luminescent white leaves, with sacred light shimmering under the folds of their bark, and their consciousness was overwhelmingly powerful, not at all resembling a War Giant Tree.

One couldn’t even call them trees, but rather some kind of divine creation, which is why Negris said they had mutated.

The four Light War Trees didn’t pay him any mind and instead all bowed to Ange, “God of Life.”

Negris retained the form of a Bronze Dragon and was more recognisable, while Ange was now in the form of a Mechanical Construct, not so easy to recognise, though his aura didn’t change.

Ange nodded.

Negris spoke, “Rise, how did you become like this? Is it because of Little Ghost?”

The four Light War Trees hesitated, exchanging looks. They were Gaur’s offspring, planted in the Holy Kingdom from a young age, unfamiliar with Ange’s party and not quite used to this manner of Ange nodding while Negris spoke.

But seeing that Ange had no reaction, they still gradually got back to their feet, saying, “We don’t know why we turned out like this either. The air here, the water, has gradually depleted. It was the God of Light who brought us energy, and then we slowly became like this.”

“I knew it, but the enhancement you received is too incredible, your consciousness is stronger than the Void War Tree’s. How much good stuff did Little Ghost feed you?” Negris said enviously.

Negris could feel, when he was locked in by the consciousness of these War Trees just now, that their consciousness was stronger than the Void War Tree’s.

You must know, they are Gaur’s children, merely Plane-level War Giant Trees, and yet their consciousness strength could compare to Void-level War Giant Trees. Little Ghost has directly enhanced them by a whole energy level, it’s unbelievable.

At this moment, everyone suddenly sensed something and looked down towards the ground.

They saw a holy flame slowly emerge from the cracks between the floor tiles, coalescing into a Holy Ghost.

Seeing so many people, the Holy Ghost, with a small face formed from the flames, looked bewildered. After scanning everyone, its gaze landed on Ange, “Ao!”

Whoosh! In a flash of Holy Light, Little Ghost had already pounced in front of Ange. Ange blocked it with his finger, and with a ‘pfft’, it bumped into Ange’s finger.

Little Ghost cocked its head to the side and clutched Ange’s fingertip, crying out in ‘Yaya’ language.

Ange nodded and walked towards the center of the Door of Heaven Teleportation Tower.

Negris quickly followed and at the same time asked, “What did Little Ghost say? Can’t you guys standardize the language? Even teaching it to speak Aoao language would be fine.”

Why is there another “Yaya” language popping up?

Ange tilts his head in confusion, “This is, Aoao language. Yaya is below.”

“Yaya? Who’s that?” Negris’s puzzlement only cleared up after descending into the interior of the Heaven and seeing a Little Sapling running towards him with Yi Yi Yaya enthusiasm.

“Why are you here too? What about the Dimensional Space? You are the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms that supports the Dimensional Space.” Negris, astonished, asked. The Little Sapling was the pillar of the Dimensional World; how could it be here?

The Little Sapling scurried up Ange’s shoulder and just as it settled down, it noticed something odd about Ange. It stretched out its little hand and knocked on Ange’s head, producing a wooden thudding sound.

This sound made the Little Sapling tremble all over. It continued climbing up, settled on top of Ange’s head, and waved its True Leaves with satisfaction: Grow with effort–grow long–with effort–grow long–

Alright, the Little Sapling, this dummy, obviously couldn’t answer such complex questions, so Negris had no choice but to turn towards Ange.

Ange shook his head and said, “All Worlds, branch out, no collapse.”

“No collapse? That’s good. So the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms can diversify into many branches? Then, is it possible to build multiple Dimensional Worlds?” Negris asked curiously.

Ange shook his head: “I, can’t support it.”

The Dimensional World wasn’t just propped up by the Little Sapling; it also exhausted all matter and energy from the Chaos Plane. Ange couldn’t bear the addition of another.

However, while a complete Dimensional World was too much to bear, a few hundred square kilometers of Dimensional Space were still manageable. Thinking of this, Ange said, “I want, Chaos Mist.”

“Ah? What? My Lord, you need Chaos Mist?” Anthony was bewildered by this sudden statement from Ange and took two seconds to realize, is this a divine hint?

Ange nodded his head. There are many ways to create a Dimensional Space, but to make it a place with a balance of various elements, it’s best to directly use Chaos Mist for Manifestation. Otherwise, adjusting it would be too much trouble.

Resting Camp is a dead silent world. If there were no Farm Barrier, nothing could be grown inside. Instead of constructing and then creating a Farm Barrier, it is better to do it once and for all, using Chaos Mist to create a world with Elemental Balance.

With a Dimensional Space balanced in elements, Ange can reach in and plant things. Just thinking about it makes him happy.

“I know what you want to do now. Darn it, Little Ghost and Little Sapling have finally followed over, but all you think about is opening a space to grow vegetables? Don’t you have any other aspirations?!” Negris fumed.

Ange shook his head.

Anthony couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly, “Chaos Mist, huh? You call that lack of ambition? Where am I supposed to get Chaos Mist? Maybe pluck some from His Majesty?”

“Pfft… Not a bad idea, it’s a possibility. When the time comes, you can go. Too bad the Old Immortal doesn’t have a Primordial Body yet, can’t pluck out any Chaos Mist,” Negris said with a mix of laughter and exasperation.

“Then where do we get Chaos Mist?” Anthony was distressed.

Suddenly, Little Ghost popped out from Ange’s fingertip, forming a finger to point: Ao!

Immediately Ange looked in the direction of Little Ghost’s pointing finger, Negris and Anthony exchanged glances, quickly sharing Ange’s vision. Outside of the Holy Kingdom, in the pitch-black Void, smaller specks riding the void of space were rushing in this direction.

With every leap of the tiny specks, ripples spread through the space, especially evident under Ange’s Ring of Balance. The purple patterns that were nearly splitting the ground they stood on were almost covered by these ripples.

“It’s the Mourning Undead Soldiers. Huh? Are they charging?”