Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 146 - 121: The Undead God Loses His Power_3
Chapter 146: Chapter 121: The Undead God Loses His Power_3
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“It doesn’t matter if it misses, as long as it scares that wizard.”
“Swear an oath, a divine oath.”
Ma Yuer laid his hand on his chest solemnly, stating, “I swear by the name of the Undead God that I will abide by my agreement with the Goblin Engineer Varigu. Should I betray the agreement, I will drop dead on the spot.”
A symbol floated out from Ma Yuer’s body.
Varigu accepted the oath mark, his face noticeably relaxed, he beckoned to Ma Yuer without politeness, “My toolbox.”
Ma Yuer ordered the goblin’s toolbox to be brought over, revealing a hint of a smile on his face.
A divine oath, if one broke a vow made in the name of a god, then divine punishment would surely come. But what if some gods were no longer effective?
Like the Undead God, for hundreds of years, Ma Yuer’s family had sworn hundreds of oaths in the name of the Undead God, but the majority of them lived to be a hundred years old. Perhaps the punishment of the Undead God is to make people ‘undead’, to live a little longer?
Ma Yuer swore an oath in the name of the Undead God just last year and nothing happened. After Varigu blasts that wizard, he will break the oath, capture him on the spot and see how funny the goblin’s expression will be. Ha ha ha.
Opening the toolbox, Varigu pulled out two two-meter-long iron pipes.
Ma Yuer was very envious seeing this. The case was flat, about twenty centimeters thick, yet it could pull out a two-meter long object. This was a space artifact. Just the case alone must be worth a lot of money, let alone how many other items were packed inside.
Unfortunately, the box could only be opened with Varigu’s magic power authentication.
Two long iron pipes, and a bunch of miscellaneous objects. Soon, Varigu assembled these into a device resembling a catapult. The difference was that it had a base and two rails.
Varigu tightened the sinew string and proudly announced, “This is the siege weapon I’ve invented, the Magic Egg Cannon!”
Ma Yuer and his men gathered around, saying all at once:
“Isn’t it just a gigantic slingshot? Can this thing really attack a city?”
“I thought it was something more impressive, it’s just junk.”
“Is it going to shoot stones? My throws are further than that.”
Hearing his invention belittled, Varigu became very angry, his beard fluttering as he shouted, “Get out of the way, I’ll show you the power of the Magic Egg.”
As he spoke, he carefully took out a melon-sized orb from the toolbox, “Mind you, I only have one magic bomb. Whether it hits or misses, it’ll be gone. Regardless of whether it hits, you must abide by the oath.”
Ma Yuer laughed, “Of course, don’t worry, we have the Undead God watching. Who dares to break a divine oath?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Yuer suddenly felt as if something was watching him. But when he turned to look, he didn’t find anyone watching him.
“Strange,” Ma Yuer murmured, then urged Varigu, “Hurry up.”
Varigu pushed the Magic Egg Cannon to the edge of a sand dune. He adjusted the angle, aiming at Ange and his companions below, but after aiming, he adjusted the angle slightly again.
These blood-stained bandits, their enemies are likely good people. He could not let his Magic Egg Cannon become a weapon that hurt good people.
After taking aim, Varigu placed the Magic Egg on the string. He took out a wrench, fitted it into the Magic Egg, and stirred hard.
Zzz——zzz——zz, it sounded like something was turning inside the Magic Egg.
But since his arrest, Varigu hadn’t had a solid meal and he was out of strength. He gasped for breath after a few cranks.
“Useless gobin.” One strong bandit pushed Varigu out of the way and cranked forcefully. Zzz——zzz——zz, the object inside the Magic Egg started rotating rapidly.
“Done?” The strong bandit asked triumphantly, but when he received no reply, he swiftly turned his head. To his surprise, everyone had moved away, covering their ears and squatting on the ground.
The bandit looked at them, puzzled, “What are you doing?”
“Haven’t you ever heard? Never stand next to a goblin machine that is starting up. You never know when it will explode,” Ma Yeur shouted back.
“Ah? It can explode?!” The robust bandit didn’t dare continue stirring. He threw the wrench away and dived forward, crawling and rolling to get as far away as possible.
But the Magic Egg was already spinning at top speed, the zzz sound from within blending into incessant noise, it was obviously about to start.
Varigu explained, “When the Magic Egg cracks open that means it has started, it will then automatically shoot out.”
Ding! The Magic Egg cracked open, and the potent magic power reaction inside spread out. The reaction was very strong, emanating a sense of oppression not unlike that of a Great Magician casting a spell.
If such a degree of magic power reaction exploded upon reaching an enemy, nothing might be left afterwards, would it?
Ma Yuer suddenly looked forward to the effect of the Magic Egg Cannon firing. But at this moment, a beam of light flashed, shining on the Magic Egg Cannon.
