Chapter 88

"Did you say Zisa was injured? Then let's go and take a look," Nigris urged.

"No," Ang refused.

"Why?" Nigris asked.

"Healed."

"But we should still go and take a look, and search for Rok's bones," Nigris said.

"No, won't fit," Ang refused. He couldn't even fit one arm bone now, only two arm bones, so finding them would be useless.

"Come on, come on, there's nothing else to do anyway, the World Tree is being taken care of by others."

"No, need to plant vegetables," Ang said.

"Zisa's plane is full of forests, perfect for planting. Didn't you give Zisa seeds that they couldn't grow? You should go and help them," Nigris said.

Ang tilted his head, thought for a while, and still shook his head: "Teleport, food, here, plant."

"Do you want to plant this plane? You..." Nigris wanted to say "You're crazy," but then he thought, isn't this skeleton crazy? After a thousand years of planting food in the Palace of Rest, who could guarantee that this plane wouldn't be green and lush a thousand years later?

But that was a thousand years from now. Nigris wanted to find Rok's grave right now. Fine, time for the ultimate move.

Nigris flew out to find an angel skeleton and whispered in its ear.

The angel skeleton flew back, found Ang, and let out a "Ao" sound, then flapped its wings, raised its small hands, and made a "fly fly" gesture, calling out: "Huhu!"

Nigris was shocked: "You can make other sounds?" This was the second sound the angel skeleton had ever made. Before, it and the little zombie only made "ao ao" sounds.

...

Soon, everyone was ready to set off. Ang, the angel skeleton, the little zombie, Nigris, Lightning, oh, and a sapling that Sweet Beet Sword Saint squeezed in.

"Sir, take me with you. As long as I can fight, I will be your most loyal follower," Luther said earnestly.

Anna interjected from the side: "Sir, don't believe him. He just wants your beet jerky. Sir, take me. Seedling needs a devout follower to take care of it, I can water and fertilize it."

Seedling? Who? Ang, the angel skeleton, the little zombie, and the sapling all tilted their heads, almost in the same pose.

Because the name was too ugly, everyone decided not to take Anna. Since the teleportation array could only teleport two people at a time, Luther and Nigris went first, and everyone followed one by one.

Lightning had to teleport on its own and had to lie down to fit. Ang was the last.

A bright light flashed, and when it dimmed, Ang saw a tense scene. Zisa swung an axe at the angel skeleton, Luther condensed his battle aura, his face red as he struggled to block Zisa's attack, while the angel skeleton spread its wings, ready to fire.

A beginner Sword Saint struggling to block? Even if it was sudden, it shouldn't be that hard.

But it was very hard because Zisa was a small giant, about 2.7 meters tall, and her axe was taller than half of Luther's body. Her brute strength alone made it very hard for Luther.

"Ao!" Ang roared, and a Soul Impact burst forth.

The greatest advantage of undead creatures isn't their immortality but their souls. This is a natural mental attack. Even the weakest wraith can howl, and the effect is like a mosquito buzzing in your ear.

But the problem is that wraiths appear in the hundreds or thousands, and hundreds or thousands of wraiths wailing in your ear, unable to be driven away, would drive you mad in half a day.

And Ang was a high-ranking undead creature with a Soul Heart, a king-level undead. When he unleashed a full Soul Impact, everyone felt as if they had been punched by an invisible fist, instantly losing their senses.

Zisa was the most affected. Ang had her faith symbol. Forget Soul Impact, just a thought from him would make her kneel. So she fell to the ground.

Slowly summoning the Death Scythe, Ang asked in confusion: "Why, attack me."

Before he could finish, all the Zisa people around him had already knelt down, devoutly bowing and shouting: "Scythe, God of Zisa, God of Zisa."

Zisa also knelt in fear, at a loss.

The angel skeleton's holy light didn't go off, stopped by Ang.

"Why, attack me." Ang asked again as the situation stabilized.

Zisa then realized that the angel skeleton was with Ang. She didn't dare to raise her head and said resentfully: "Moth, enemy of the God of Zisa."

When the teleportation array opened, the first to arrive were Luther and Nigris, and both sides greeted each other amicably.

Luther tried to get close, wanting to shake hands with Zisa, saying it was the most popular greeting in their plane, originally to test the other's strength. But when he shook hands, he found that Zisa's hand was too big, completely enveloping his "small hand."

Handshaking didn't work, so he switched to bumping fists, and this time he tested that Zisa's strength was not inferior to his.

He was a beginner Sword Saint, and Zisa was purely advantaged by her size and racial traits.

Zisa was the strongest among these small giants, which made Luther feel relieved. If any of them were as strong as him, it would be too discouraging.

Just as he felt relieved, Nigris came over and whispered:

"These aren't Zisa people, they are clearly a group of hybrid Titans, with the blood of the Thunder Titans. Look at their yellow skin, no wonder their faith is so strong. A few dozen of them can match the faith of thousands, but they seem a bit underdeveloped, and they haven't awakened the Thunder Power. What's going on?"

"Underdeveloped? This is underdeveloped? What would they look like if they were fully developed?" Luther wished he could immediately eat two pieces of beet jerky to calm down.

With doubts, Nigris asked: "Do you have thunder here?"

"What is thunder?" Zisa asked in confusion.

Good, Nigris understood. This plane never had thunder, and Zisa didn't even know what thunder was.

Lacking lightning elements, these Zisa people with Thunder Titan bloodlines had not developed normally. They were shorter than normal Titans, could get sick and die, and had become followers of Rok the Hard Bone.

The second to arrive was Lightning, confirming Nigris's guess. Zisa found Lightning particularly endearing, her eyes shining as she squatted down to pet Lightning's head, saying: "Ah, such a cute little horse."

Horse was one thing, but "little" horse? Lightning immediately exploded, banging its head: "You're the horse, you're all horses, see, horn, horn, unicorn, child of Lightning, you're small, your whole family is small, mmm..."

The rest of the words couldn't be said. The 1.7-meter-tall Lightning was hugged like a pet, almost suffocated.

The third to arrive were the little zombie and the angel skeleton. Seeing the angel skeleton, all the Zisa people panicked, grabbing their weapons and shouting: "Moth! Cut it down!"