Chapter 1437: Chapter 998: Is this… a Mourning Bone Dragon?

The Great Speaker led the way with a long string of coffins, while Ange and his group followed from afar on an airship, flying towards the direction of the Divine Light Alliance.

“What do you think he’s using these coffins for?” Negris looked at the simple string of coffins and curiously asked.

Anthony pondered and replied, “I guess… it’s probably for holding corpses.”

Negris rolled his eyes, “I guessed as much, but whose corpses are these?”

“Of course, they’re belonging to the Mourning Undead Soldiers. I dared not use my thoughts to scan; Lord Durken, can you see anything?” Anthony asked.

Durken responded, “It’s good that you didn’t scan. The coffins are all covered with shielding arrays. Even if you did scan, you wouldn’t be able to find out anything. These coffins seem to require a completely isolated environment free from consciousness or soul interference. Does this suggest anything to you?”

Negris speculated, “Life Box rebirth?”

Life Box rebirth requires a very quiet and uninterrupted environment. Essentially, it’s a process of encoding memory into a new soul. If there’s interference, and memories are either lost or gain some that weren’t originally there, can it still be considered the rebirth of the same soul?

This scenario is very likely to happen, especially with those omnipresent Wraiths. Imagine, if a bunch of Wraiths surround your Life Box wailing during your rebirth, you might likely end up killing yourself as soon as you’re reborn.

Durken nodded, “So, it was good that you didn’t scan just now. Otherwise, he might have turned hostile; Life Box rebirth hates disturbances the most.”

Anthony added, “He is dragging a chain of Mourning Undead Soldiers undergoing Life Box rebirth through the void. Why?”

Silver coin suddenly exclaimed, “Is the place for creating the Bodies of Mourning located in the Boundless Space Hole?”

Anthony nodded gravely, and Negris and Durken’s expressions also turned solemn.

Swift Wind Rabbit asked somewhat cluelessly, “What’s the matter? Is it a big problem to create Bodies of Mourning in the Boundless Space Hole?”

Negris explained, “Where does your power come from? From the believers’ faith, right? If you had a hundred million believers…”

“Ha…” Right as he was speaking, Swift Wind Rabbit burst out laughing subconsciously, “A hundred million believers? I could only dream of that and laugh in my sleep.”

Negris slapped its ear, “The number isn’t important; I was merely making an analogy, you weak god. Having no hundred million believers, you deserve to be beaten up.”

The rabbit, clutching its ear and defiant, clamored, “How many believers do you have? Let’s compare.”

Negris pretended not to hear and continued explaining, “To sustain a hundred million believers, you’d need hundreds of millions of acres of land. Given the low yield per acre here, along with various religious activities encouraging everyone to devoutly offer their faith, only then will you have a constant source of power. There are none of these in the void, not even the sun; how could he sustain so many people?”

The rabbit replied, “But those are Mourning Undead Soldiers, they don’t need food; how would they be hard to maintain?”

Negris scoffed, “That’s because you don’t understand. Undead are even harder to maintain than living beings.”

On the surface, it looks like Undead don’t eat or drink, and they don’t fear the cold, seemingly easy to sustain. But when you look at the broader picture, if a place has Undead, it must first have Life Species.

Life Species just need a male and a female, food, and clothing to reproduce and thrive. However, having Undead requires first having Life Species, so to sustain Undead, you first need to sustain Life Species.

The Monarch understands, the Great Sage understands, hence in the Land of Fallen, the Great Sage is more amiable towards humans compared to the Church of Light, which only collects taxes and does no work because the Life Species are the foundation of the Undead.

If the Great Speaker truly crafts the Body of Mourning in the Boundless Space Hole, where does the required Soul Energy come from? Transported from the Divine Light Alliance? Then why not make it directly at the Divine Light Alliance?

For safety? That’s laughable. The six Speakers alone possess seventy-two Mourning Undead Soldiers, and it is said the Great Speaker has an even larger army of Undead Soldiers, who could threaten his safety?

“The only reason is, the workshop needs to be near the raw material source, just like how there are many blacksmith shops next to an iron mine,” added silver coin.

Hearing this, everyone instinctively looked towards the direction of the Boundless Space Hole, wondering what the source of materials for crafting Mourning Undead Soldiers there could be?

“Chaos Mist? A Plane full of Breath of Death? Or an Ancient Battlefield?” Negris said.

“It’s pointless to guess. We don’t know by what method they create the Mourning Undead Soldiers; what if they, like Lord Durken, have a self-sufficient Dimensional World?” Lord Durken mentioned.

Too little information to make any guess, but undoubtedly, a facility in the Boundless Space Hole capable of crafting Mourning Undead Soldiers, it’s definitely not as ’empty’ as ordinary people imagine.

“Then why should we go after them? Just sell them the Essence Liquid when the time comes, no need to follow them, right?” Negris said.

Anthony explained, “This is the most logical choice, we are at our wit’s end. He is willing to protect us, but we are not willing to accept it, doesn’t look like we’re at our wit’s end. Besides, how could we transfer the Divine Hammer Plane without drawing him off? The Lord has already started moving the Divine Hammer Plane.”

At this point, everyone turned to look at Ange, whose hands were currently radiating a faint white light, with Little Ghost completely attached to his arm, its small arm then disappeared.

The Divine Hammer Plane, previously the Heaven’s Fortress that flew away, had now circled back and stopped in front of a pit, a World Tree vine was breaking through the originally covered soil, poking out and reaching toward the Heaven’s Fortress.

The prepared Holy War Tree extended its branches to meet the World Tree vine, grasping it tightly and intertwining together.

Then the fortress moved, the vine slowly tightened, pulling the entire Divine Hammer Plane.

In this pull and haul, the Divine Hammer Plane moved from its original location, drifting towards an unknown area, the whole process unconnected to Ange’s hand.

As for that hand, it was floating over the Divine Farm, periodically poking a hole and planting Divine Rabbit Tail Grass.

Seeing Ange busy, Negris said with relief, “Finally doing something serious, so should we follow them without fearing danger? We are unfamiliar with the place, what if he ambushes us?”

Anthony shook his head with a smile, “Considering the level of those Mourning Undead Soldiers, ambushing us might be difficult. At worst we lose a body, Little Ghost is already here, we will project back later and settle accounts with him.”

Maybe having witnessed the combat level of Mourning Undead Soldiers, Anthony seemed somewhat disdainful of those fellows, without any skills, thinking they could deceive or ambush?

Just then, the busy Ange suddenly jumped up, rushing to the window to look outside.

Everyone got a shock and also rushed to the window, looking in the direction of Ange’s gaze.

Ange had a farther view, hence he saw it from afar, but the others only faintly sensed a massive soul fluctuation awakening.

As they got closer and saw the soul fluctuation, everyone gasped: “Is that… a Mourning Bone Dragon?”