Chapter 101 - Chapter 101: Chapter 87: Such a Powerful God? 1

Chapter 101: Chapter 87: Such a Powerful God? 1

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Talking about this incident, Negris wanted nothing more than to find a hole and bury himself in it. When he was dragged back, he went through the world transfer station. Seeing the crowd, he did bluster a few words out of pride.

But he never got a chance to do so before he died and was sealed. And the grave he spoke of was the one where Steadfast Locke slept, not where his bones were buried after his death.

To whiz on someone’s grave after their death, the very thought of such an act was incredibly stimulating: “Where is the skeleton?”

He reported to Ange and transported a potted sapling of the World Tree over. Saplings weren’t really expensive as long as they could sprout. Each fruit contained thousands of seeds, apart from the tree branch obtained with the silver coin. Even the Teleportation Array in Ice City was requisitioned and took a branch. So, now Ange has sent out nearly two and a half thousand seedlings.

It was easy to give seedlings but raising them was not easy.

“At this location in this plane,” Anthony sent over a coordinate. “Steadfast Locke and the six-winged archangel Garrix of the Church of Light ended up perishing together. If you can find Steadfast Locke’s skeleton, you should also be able to find Garrix’s holy remains. I hope you will leave the holy remains for me.”

“Is there only one coordinate? What about the Teleportation Array beacon? Why don’t you get it yourself?” Negris suddenly has a bad premonition.

“If there were a beacon for a Teleportation Array, of course, I would have gone myself. It’s just that there isn’t one. You are the God of Knowledge. With a coordinate, you will definitely find a way there,” Anthony said unabashedly.

“Damn it! I am the God of Knowledge, not the God of Space! Based on just one coordinate, you expect me to go there? You scammer, give me back the World Tree sapling. Hello? hello?… You hung up? Damn it!” Negris was so angry he wanted to smash the Teleportation Array.

While a spatial coordinate is a value, if there isn’t a Teleportation or Projecting array, relying on just one coordinate to cross planes was extremely dangerous, and not easy to succeed.

If the coordinate belonged to the Prime Material Plane, it would be more difficult. There were sturdy plane barriers to deal with, and one would easily crash into them and get flattened.

On the other hand, the Abyss and the Abyss, there being no plane barrier in each other’s way, so the success rate was high.

Why does a place such as a world transfer station exist? Because it had the shortest distance to all planes, the thinnest barriers, and the least cost.

Having only a coordinate but without the lead of a Teleportation or Projecting

array was like riding a Giant Dragon at breakneck speed in the fog, with no idea what lies ahead.

Those who relied on one coordinate or undertook adventures without any coordinates had a specific occupation—Void Adventurers—typically Great Magicians with a specialization in space. Moreover, they were usually loners from childhood, their parents deceased, their kin and friends all gone, and pursued by creditors. Practically anyone with the slightest emotional ties would not undertake such a perilous endeavor.

Now, that damned Piero, actually managed to swindle a World Tree sapling with just one coordinate. Damn it, he was fooled.

Now that he had been tricked, he could not just swallow the coordinate, could he? With a glimmer of hope, Negris entered the coordinate into the Teleportation Array and issued a communication request.

But there was no response for a long time, and it was uncertain whether a Teleportation Array was near that coordinate.

Even if there was a Teleportation Array, it could not receive communication requests when not activated, and even if it did receive a communication request, if the other party did not respond, there would be no way to know. This kind of feedback-less, single-blind operation made inter-plane communication extremely difficult.

Until the Demon Crystal was exhausted, there was still no feedback from the Teleportation Array, Negris was a bit unwilling to give up, he found Ange and said: “Ange, ask your follower named Purple Corpse, you know, the one who gave you the Hand of Locke, to turn on her Teleportation Array, see if it can correspond with this coordinate.”

“Why?” Ange asked in confusion.

“That place might have the remaining bones of Locke,” Negris said.

When Anthony talked about the bone skeleton of Locke, Negris immediately thought about Purple Corpse. The other party had passed over a hand bone of

Locke, it was likely that the rest of Locke’s skeleton was scattered in that plane.

If it could be associated with the coordinates, then it was absolutely here. Anthony’s words triggered Negris’ memories, and now he could hardly restrain himself, longing to do something at Locke’s tomb.

“Oh.” Ange withdrew his thoughts and extended it towards the symbol in his soul that belonged to Purple Corpse.

Just after projecting, Ange felt something was wrong. A big mouth was leaving Purple Corpse’s body. Two fang-like teeth were pulling out the flesh, tearing even harder to create a larger wound. And suddenly, blood gushed out.

The Purple Skeleton Tribespeople around showed no fear of death, attacking the big mouth’s owner desperately, and drove it away from the Purple Corpse’s body, retreating reluctantly.

Ange projected onto Purple Corpse, what she saw, Ange could see. Not until the enemy retreated did Ange get a clear view of it. It was a black leopard.

Fresh blood kept pouring out of Purple Corpse, and her life quickly faded away.

The tribespeople crowded around, urgently calling out to Purple Corpse: “Clan Leader, Clan Leader, how are you? Wake up, wake up, don’t die, Great Shaman,

Great Shaman, come quickly.”

The Great Shaman of the tribe rushed over, and after a glance, he became despondent. An injury like this was definitely not something he could heal, the Purple Corpse was doomed to die.

Seeing the expression of the Great Shaman, everyone realised the fate of Purple Corpse and couldn’t help but cry out in sorrow.

In this world, death was indeed quite common, but when it really came, they couldn’t hold back their sadness, especially since the current Purple Corpse was strong, cared for the tribespeople, and had found the God of the Purple Bones…

Wait, the God of the Purple Skeleton! Suddenly someone reacted: “The God of the Purple Skeleton, God of the Purple Corpse, we found god, god can save Purple Corpse, pray quickly.”

With this shout, everyone realised that they used to rely on the tribe’s wizard when they were injured or sick, and they were used to looking at the Great Shaman’s face, if he thought it was hopeless, then everyone would fall into despair.

But it’s not the same now, it was the era of the Great Shaman, the God of the Purple Corpse had granted them divine medicine, cured the plague of the tribe, and also granted seeds…, well, they didn’t sprout.

The God of the Purple Corpse can definitely save Purple Corpse.

Everyone formed a circle, enclosing Purple Corpse in the middle, and began to pray devoutly.

Even if they hadn’t reacted, Ange had already prepared to cast the Face Purification Technique on Purple Corpse. Just as they started praying, the first Face Purification Technique was cast onto the wound, and it faintly glowed.

The Purple Skeleton Tribespeople who witnessed this scene were stunned. The Great Shaman’s treatment previously had been hit or miss, sometimes taking hours without effect. How could the God of Purple Corpse respond immediately with just one prayer?

They immediately prayed harder, hitting the ground until it had marks all over and sounded a dong dong.

Under such devout prayer, Purple Corpse’s wound started healing in the naked eye, filling the hearts of everyone with unprecedented shock: Oh my God, the God of the Purple Corpse is so powerful and intimate, one bow causes a response, no deception in praying.

Thick beliefs surged towards Purple Corpse like money wasn’t an issue. Ange found that he didn’t need to transfer energy from his body, the power provided by the Purple Skeleton Tribespeople was more than enough.

Purple Corpse’s body shone brilliantly..