Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 826 - 464 Something Stole the Light_2

Chapter 826: Chapter 464: Something Stole the Light_2 Chapter 826 -464: Something Stole the Light_2 “Come, this way, please.” “What? You won’t go? No, you must give me this opportunity to properly thank you.”

“You might not know, this scar has become a heartache for me, like a wound etched on my heart, bleeding incessantly every day. Miss Ao cured my heart.”

“It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it’s a rebirth. Such life-saving gratitude, you must give me a chance to thank you, right? The Gods don’t take pity on those who lack a grateful heart.”

“Recently, we have hosted many activities and events that you could participate in. Miss Ao will definitely enjoy them.”

It was clear why she was a priest; Monica was so persuasive in her speech, suggesting that not giving her a chance to express gratitude was tantamount to accusing her of being ungrateful, her sincerity and pitiable appearance…

Ange wasn’t deceived, but he still followed along because Monica mentioned one of the events was the ‘Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree Seed Appraisal Convention’, which would showcase the seeds of the Heaven-Reaching Divine Tree.

…

Silver coin said with a bitter smile, “By the time I arrived, they had already been taken into the Magician’s Ladder.”

“Who went with whom? Who’s by the lord’s side?” Anthony asked anxiously.

“The lord went with Little Angel and Little Zombie. There was no one else by his side, only Lord Nage projected onto him,” Silver coin said.

Anthony panicked and clapped his hands together, “Oh dear, this is troublesome. The lord doesn’t like to speak, and there’s no persuasive speaker with him. I hope nothing goes wrong.”

Negris was obviously excluded from the category of ‘persuasive speakers.’

Silver coin asked, “So what do we do now?”

No one knew what to do unless they could blend in now, but they couldn’t enter the Magician’s Ladder.

…

Monica and Yunico, along with other priests, led Ange and a few others unobstructed into the Magician’s Ladder. The guards along the way didn’t stop them but instead bowed respectfully to them, to which Monica and Yunico politely responded, while the rest of the priests just giggled and ignored it.

Negris couldn’t help but comment, “Aren’t they afraid that the Undead might sneak in this way?”

Soon, Negris found out why they weren’t afraid of the Undead sneaking in. After entering a sealed space and closing the door, a beam of Holy Light shone down.

In such a confined space, if there were any Undead, they would have nowhere to hide and would be instantly vaporized.

This Holy Light was penetrative; hiding inside a living body wouldn’t work unless… unless you had a Holy Light Guardian.

Negris wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking, My God, if Ange and the others didn’t have the Holy Light Guardian, this beam of Holy Light would have annihilated their souls.

Of course, they could also resist with Soul Energy. After all, the strength of this Holy Light wasn’t very great, but resisting would trigger an alarm.

Ange had already seen where the Holy Light was emanating from, hanging there was an Annihilation Sphere. One could imagine, if the alarm was triggered, that Annihilation Sphere would explode right above them.

Only Holy Light could block the scanning of Holy Light, and even if you used Holy Light to resist, it wouldn’t trigger an alarm.

If you resorted to using Holy Light, you definitely wouldn’t be associated with the Undead, known for their fear of Holy Light.

Thus, not only Ange but also Monica, Yunico, and the others called upon Holy Light.

However, their control over Holy Light couldn’t compare to that of Ange and his group; it spilled out of their bodies, causing a wastage.

Ange and his group could keep the Holy Light confined within their skin, absolutely silent and unseen.

After the Holy Light scanned, the door on the other end of the enclosed space opened, and the group walked out in single file.

Behind the door was a completely different world.

…

The interior space of the Magician’s Ladder was extremely large, with a height of seven hundred meters and a diameter of more than sixty meters, making it a colossal structure, many times larger than the largest ship under Black Night Raven.

Its floors, in sheer number, exceeded those of a typical Mage Tower. A typical Mage Tower is three hundred meters tall with about ninety floors, which is already grand, but the Magician’s Ladder was more than twice as tall.

However, it had relatively fewer floors, only about thirty-something, each floor reaching a height of several tens of meters.

Seeing the curious expressions on Ange and the others’ faces, Monica explained, “The gravity is too low in the Void, so when the ladder ascends into the air, it will start to rotate, throwing us against the walls. That’s why the walls you see now will be the floor once we reach the Void.”

Ange didn’t understand and looked puzzled, but Negris did, “Centrifugal force simulating gravity?”

There were several tracks on the wall leading upward, each with seats, Monical led everyone to sit down, hold tight, and start.

Swiftly, they were smoothly but rapidly elevated to the very top, arriving at an area of three rings through the ‘chains’ here.

These three rings were interconnected chambers, each created from separate enclosed compartments, with each chamber not small in size, at least as large as three rooms and two living areas.

When connected together, they formed a circular space, end-to-end, where running in the circle was feasible, capable of looping back to the same position.

Once unlocked, each became an independent mechanical airship, possessing certain autonomous flying capabilities.

“This here is our lodging area, all of us live in these three rings; we spellcasters reside in the middle one because, when the rings spin, the speeds differ, and the large ring spins faster, so the stronger goblins, dwarfs, and human body practitioners live in the third ring, where there is also more space.”

Ange listened silently, not responding.

Monica didn’t mind, thinking Ange was just a vegetable farmer who hadn’t seen much of the world and possibly got frightened into silence, which seemed normal.

Ange’s silence didn’t mean she could stop explaining; why else would they coax Ange here if not for the Little Angel’s potential as a saintess?

People have arrived, so how could they make her willingly stay? Of course, by aspiring to a wonderful life, and without introducing the nice things here, how would others know life here is wonderful?

Although she wanted the Little Angel to stay, looking at the Little Angel, it seemed that Mr. Ange could make the decision; the urgent matter was figuring out how to keep Mr. Ange convinced.

While she explained, she gestured to the maids to bring some good things over.

Three cups of sweet fruit tea, a plate of nuts, a plate of sugar cubes, several plates of exquisite pastries, and a plate of red fruit pieces were served.

Yunico’s expression stiffened; she quickly took the red fruit pieces away.

Monica glared at her and hissed softly, “What are you doing? Cut your own if you want to eat.”

Yunico replied with an awkward smile, “Great Priest, these are the sweet vegetables they sell to us.”

Monica’s expression froze, and she hurriedly signaled Yunico to take them away.

It was a close call; serving guests with goods bought from them would be tantamount to admitting they had nothing good to offer here.

She hastily invited Ange and the others to eat.

Negris quickly said in their souls, “Eat, eat, try to act normal.”

Ever since the Ladder of Magicians had descended, to disguise themselves as normal people, Ange and his companions had all activated their hearts. With their hearts beating, some other organs started functioning, such as their stomachs, allowing them to eat and digest food.

However, expelling it was uncomfortable, and Ange usually purified it with the Holy Light, which led Negris to criticize, “Even gods don’t need to poop.”

They emotionlessly devoured the snacks and pastries, the three of them sitting there, tilting their heads looking at Monica.

Without giving any outward sign, Monica was nearly in tears inside, “What’s wrong? Isn’t it delicious? Give me some expression, please?”

Alright, it seems these foods won’t entice them; after all, given the abundant resources on the ground, even the poorest eat better than her own offerings.

It seems she could only use novel objects and a variety of activities to lure them now, but the time hadn’t arrived yet.

“How about this, I’ll guide you around first, and you can join in the activities tonight, is that okay?” Monica asked with a smile.

Negris quickly said, “Agree to it, agree to it, go on the tour.”

Ange nodded.

Monica smiled and led the way, guiding Ange and the others around, and somehow they found themselves on the twentieth floor of the main pillar, where the Church of Light was located.

“Here is where our Church of Light is located, inside are the idols of the God of Light and the God of Truth,” Monica led the way, explaining.

The God of Truth? Negris muttered in Ange’s soul, “Is there a God of Truth among the Gods of Light pantheon?”

Ange shook his head, then entered the church and immediately frowned, saying to himself, “There’s something, stealing light.”

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