Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"Okay, you old man, have you ruined my skills, give me back my prophetic ability!" Negris shouted angrily.

Among the three ancient giant dragons, the time dragon, the sky dragon, the prophet dragon, and the brass dragon are the so-called prophet dragons. They have the ability to predict future changes within a certain period of time.

This is stronger than Shamara's premonition ability of "good spirits and bad spirits". It is an ability to truly see the future.

However, Negris can't exert the true power of this ability. When fighting at most, he can predict in advance where the enemy's claws are coming from and dodge in advance.

But if the difference in strength is too big, it's useless to predict it, and it still can't dodge it, such as when Locke beats it.

So this kind of prophetic ability is equivalent to a tasteless existence to it, and it doesn't have its own claws to use.

But no matter how tasteless you are, you can't snatch it. After snatching it, you will erase its memory. Is there any law?

Well, even if there is no Wang Fa, it would be too much to steal it and destroy it.

A cloud of smoke drifted over slowly, and turned into the huge figure that Ange was familiar with, but now he was only as tall as an ordinary person. His eyes fell on Negris, and he said sadly: "Negris, You lost weight."

Negris said angrily: "How thin can you be? You are so thin that only your bones remain."

The king was surprised and said: "Hey, can you talk back? It's very clever. I really only have bones left, and I can't refute you. Who did I learn from?"

"Hmph, don't change the subject, have you ruined my power of prophecy?" Negris asked, but its raised little tail showed that it was secretly feeling happy.

"Hey, it's none of my business. It's because it can't be used for some reason." The king smiled: "On the body, I will return it to you when the time comes."

Negris didn't believe this kind of nonsense, and said: "This is not magic equipment, and it can't be used if it can be left alone? Is it because you have been too idle recently, your strength has weakened and your kidneys are weak, so you can't see clearly?"

The king was really surprised: "You are so good at pissing people off now. You don't just think about it like you used to. You really have grown up. What's going on? What happened at home that made you like this?"

"There are too many things happening at home, why don't you tell me what happened first? Why did you come to the Chaos Side and become the Indestructible Master? Why did your power become so strong? You run away, why do you predict the storm of faith, but not the tide of chaos? What kind of field are you planting here? What kind of field will the dark origin burn you? Why..."

Negris' questions continued like Ange's magic, which made the king feel a little dizzy.

Seeing that this was not possible, Anthony quickly stood up and saluted, "Your Majesty, do you still remember me?"

The king's thoughts swept over Anthony, and suddenly, as if seeing something magical, he circled around Anthony, amazed:

"Piero, you are resurrected, reincarnated from the undead into a black warrior and then resurrected as an adult? The reincarnation altar you invented is so miraculous, I can only predict that you will become the archbishop, and the bright holy power surging from you, you really Became the Archbishop of the Church of Light?"

"No, Your Majesty, I am now the Pope of Light, the spokesperson of the God of Scales in the world, and also the spokesperson of the Immortal God in the world. Can you predict who will inherit your immortality?" Anthony asked.

The king shook his head: "Unexpectedly, someone really inherited the immortal godhood? Who? You must have my power to inherit the godhead and the Palace of Rest. You said a while ago that I still didn't believe it, who inherited it?"

While speaking, the King's eyes moved to Ange, and he looked carefully. Among the people present, only Ange had a feeling that he couldn't see clearly, but he couldn't remember who Ange was.

"Guess, guess again, guess slowly." Negris crossed his psoas, gloating at the king's deep thinking.

"If you can't figure it out, tell me, and I'll beat you if you try again," the king said.

Negris responded with a smile: "Do you still remember the farm on the edge of the Palace of Rest?"

The king said: "Remember, when I am bored, I will project onto a golden skull and go there to plant fields. You mean he is that golden skull?"

"Guess again." Negris said with a smile.

The king swung the sickle, shook it, and the sickle turned into a mace, ready to hit it.

"It's a farming skeleton in the farm." Negris said while paying attention to the expression on the king's face and body movements, seeing the king's whole body shaking and the incredible expression on his face, it felt secretly refreshed.

Letting you grab my skills and wipe my memory will scare you to death.

"How is it possible? All the skeletons I put on the farm are the lowest-level skeletons. The soul can't bear the undead godhead, and I don't know anything about him. Naig, is your prophetic power so bad?" The king said in shock.

Negris said angrily: "You still want to grab it, obviously you broke it, if you can't perceive it, just say that my prophetic power is weak, shameless, give it back to me quickly."

Anthony had to interrupt their conversation, and let them digress like this, and he didn't know when they would get to the key information: "Your Majesty, can you really not foresee the existence of your lord?"

"You also said just now that you foresaw that I would become the archbishop, but you didn't know that I would become the pope, and you didn't foresee that Mr. Naiger would come here, and you were surprised by its appearance. I would like to ask Your Majesty, the future you foresaw. , until what time period will it fail.”

The king immediately understood what Anthony meant: "The power of the prophet began to fail a few years ago. You mean that there is something that stops the power of the prophet? Him?"

The king's eyes fell on Ange, and Ange also tilted his head, looking at the king curiously. This image has always been hidden in the depths of his soul. When he was still in the Palace of Rest, he had been frightening him into the palace. , searching for a better skeleton.

Finally met, Ange also saw another familiar image on him, a golden skeleton squatting on the ridge of the field, it was the lord who created him, Ange's real king.

Negris and Anthony had always said before that the lord on the farm was a clone of the king. From their similar body movements, Ang could be sure that they were indeed the same.

Anthony said: "I don't know the characteristics of the power of the prophet, but on the main plane, we know a saint called the Church of Light, she also has the same premonition ability, but her premonition ability cannot be stronger than her People have an effect, so could it be that the adults have exceeded the predictable range of the power of the prophet?"

"It is possible that the power of the prophet will not be effective against the abyss, the source of darkness, and the hidden will of the void. Hey, is this child so strong?" the king said in surprise.

Having said that, the king finally remembered one thing: "What's your name?"

He hadn't had time to ask Ange's name yet.

"Ange." Ange said.

The king was shocked: "It's you? I remember there was a skeleton in the farm that couldn't rot, so I casually named it Ange. Could it be you?"

Negris couldn't hold back his laughter anymore: "Ahahahaha, guess why he won't rot."

Ange nodded, that's why he was called Ange, otherwise a vegetable-growing skeleton doesn't need a name.

The king suddenly sighed for a long time: "It's really an incredible thing. Such a fragile skeleton skeleton has now grown into an existence that can't even predict the power of the prophet, at least it is at the level of the origin of chaos. What a pity. It's..."

Negris said angrily: "What do you mean? What's the pity? Isn't this a good thing?"

The king shook his head: "No, it's just a pity that it was too short-lived. The source of darkness burned my fields, and also burned the new Ten Thousand Realms Sacred Tree that I planted on it. Without the Ten Thousand Realms Sacred Tree, there is no way to reverse the collapse of the void. ..."

When talking about this, the king noticed the weird expressions on the faces of Negris and Anthony, and couldn't help but ask, "What are your expressions?"

"Uh, Your Majesty, if I tell you, we also planted a living tree." Anthony said with a strange expression.

"Are you kidding? How can it be so easy to grow the Myriad Realms Divine Tree? It must first evolve from the World Tree, then to the Void Tree, and then evolve into the Myriad Realms Divine Tree. Do you have the World Tree, the Void Tree...the tree...? "The king got stuck here.

Because he saw a small sapling propped up on An Ge's shoulder, turning his head in a daze, and seeing the only unknown king in the field, he immediately lifted his spirits, waved the real leaf, and sent a warm message: hard——

As soon as the message was sent, Ange gently pressed it down. The bone cannot grow. If the bone grows, it is counted as hyperplasia.

ps: Strange, the cloud disk cannot be synchronized, the webpage cannot be logged in, and it can only be uploaded by copying to the mobile phone, which is strange