Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 495: 290: Are We Supposed to Kill All Believers? _2

Chapter 495: Chapter 290: Are We Supposed to Kill All Believers? _2
 

Auburnli glanced at him and said, “Ever since the introduction of astrology, people have been telling me about anomaly of the Death Star every few years. Even if there is an anomaly, you need to go on a blind date for me.”

“Yes, yes, as you say.” To avoid being nagged, Tyrone hastily agreed with Auburnli.

Finally, they entered the Mage Tower and came to the meeting room. They turned on the communications within the teleportation array and connected to the nodes of the Plane Security Conference.

The signal lights representing Pope Guliani, Archbishop Dyson, and the Dwarven God of War were all lit, indicating that they had already connected to the communications.

However, Tyrone was no longer in a hurry – the news Auburnli brought him about the incident with the Elves had lessened his anxieties.

He had no doubt about Auburnli’s news sources and accuracy. As a wizard who had lived for a thousand years, Auburnli’s information channels were much richer than his.

The three that were already lit were clearly as anxious as he had been earlier. Seeing that he had connected, the Dwarven God of War couldn’t suppress his curiosity and asked, “Lord Tyrone, do you know what has happened to the Elves? My Eye of the War God saw a huge fire blazing in the Elf Forest, but I could not see what exactly happened. No one from the Elves responded when I tried to contact them, it’s driving me mad.”

Tyrone looked at the signal lights and said, “There are two more people who haven’t arrived. We’ll start the meeting when everyone is here.”

“Oh, you humans are so troublesome. Just start talking, we can repeat it when they arrive. This is making me anxious,” the Dwarven God of War complained loudly.

Tyrone didn’t respond, and there were no sounds from Guliani and Dyson’s ends either. The conference call went eerily silent, save for the sound of restless pacing from the Dwarf’s end. The Dwarven God of War loved wearing his iron war boots, and they made loud sounds when he paced.

Eventually, the lights representing Anthony and Brooks lit up. As soon as they lit up, Anthony’s apologies frantically filled the space, “Sorry, sorry, I’m late. I went to inquire about the Elves, so I was late. I’m sorry everyone, thank you for waiting.”

Anthony sure knew how to talk. Even though he was also part of the Church of Light, Tyrone still couldn’t bring himself to hate him. He quickly responded, “It’s alright, it’s alright, I haven’t been here long myself. You went to inquire about the Elves? Can you share your information with us? I want to compare it with mine.”

Brooks calmly said, “I’ve also found some information. You go first, Anthony.”

“Oh, it’s like this, the Tree of Life caught fire,” Anthony revealed.

“What?!”

“What? The Tree of Life caught fire? So the fire that we could see all the way from half of the forest was the Tree of Life?”

“The Elves must be going mad.”

Dyson, the Dwarven God of War, and Guliani all shouted in surprise at the same time. The shocking news left them unable to contain their reactions.

“But it was saved. The Elves are rebuilding now. The disaster area is about a hundred kilometers. More than ten thousand Elves died,” Anthony shared the news.

Guliani, Dyson, and the Dwarven God of War all experienced a roller coaster of emotions. Tyrone and Brooks, however, were displaying strange expressions: How is his information so similar to mine? Could our sources be the same?

“That’s what I’ve heard as well,” Tyrone said.

“Same here,” Brooks pondered aloud.

The three parties’ information all confirmed that the Elves had suffered a great ordeal, but it had been resolved and there were no ongoing dangers. Naturally, everyone relaxed and this topic was concluded.

Chairing the meeting, Tyrone said, “Alright, the Elves issue is resolved. Does anyone have any new topics? If not, the meeting is adjourned.”

“Yes.” Guliani’s voice rang out: “We, the Church of Light, are presenting the following agenda together. It concerns the safety of the plane, I hope everyone considers it carefully.”

Anthony had a big question mark in his mind: The Church of Light presented it together? How come I don’t know about it? Ah, I’m not part of the Church of Light anymore, I belong to the Holy Church.

Guliani continued, “The Land of the Fallen is now entirely under control of the undead, to the west of the Central Mountain Range, which used to be our human territory. There is a vast area of weak dimensional barriers there. Building a teleportation array would easily allow transport to the Master Plane.”

“However, there is no need to worry about this aspect. The teleportation array has limited transport capacity, and the undead cannot invade on a large scale in this way. What we need to guard against is the undead tearing a huge rift in space, letting them flood the Master Plane through it, which would be its end.”

“Spatial rifts need to penetrate the weak points in the dimensional barriers. If the undead want to enter the Master Plane this way, then the following places are most likely to be breached: Saint’s Edge Castle at the southernmost part of the continent, Dragon Island overseas, Elf Forest, Dark City in the desert, Fallen Dragon Lake, Black Iron Fort, the snow-capped mountains, and other areas.”

“Our Church of Light has limited strength and we can’t defend all places. We hope everyone can organize forces and defend the weak areas of the barriers locally on their territories.”

There was a lull in the communication in the meeting, then Anthony was the first to respond, “The Holy Church will defend Saint’s Edge Castle.”

Brooks then responded, “The Dragon Clan will defend Dragon Island. There are actually many more weak points on the sea. If the undead dare to break through from here, it would be suicide. We, the Dragon Clan, will patrol all the major islands.”

The Dwarf God of War quickly said, “We’ll be responsible for Black Iron Fort, not a single undead will leave the Black Iron Mountain alive.”

Nobody made fun of him in the meeting, although Negris, who was projected onto Anthony, couldn’t help but joke with Ange, “Leaving alive is not allowed, can they leave when they’re dead?”

Tyrone was the fourth to respond, “Stellaris will defend the Snowy Mountain Range. As for the Elf Forest, heh, the Tree of Life hasn’t burned down. As long as the God of Life is there, no matter how many undead, they won’t be able to get out of the forest.”

Negris and Anthony both fell silent. What if the God of Life is no longer in the forest?

After everyone had allocated their tasks, Guliani continued, “Now only Goddess City and Dark City are left. Currently, a group of abyssal vagrants are occupying Goddess City, and a bunch of undead are hidden in Dark City. If the Undead Empire decides to breakthrough from here, they will get support, so I propose we form an alliance army to eliminate the abyssal vagrants and undead in these two places.”

Negris felt a twist in his heart: Kvada is still on the Church of Light’s radar?

Tyrone said, “Hmm, if there is a premise of the Undead Army from the Land of the Fallen, Goddess City and Dark City indeed need to be cleared…”

At this point, a muffled sound was heard from Tyrone’s side, as if someone had hit his head, but everyone thought they must have heard wrong. Who would dare to hit Tyrone’s head?

After a pause, Tyrone’s voice continued, “However, the abyssal vagrants and Dark City are minding their own business, there might be no need to organize an alliance army. A few people keeping a close eye should be enough.”

“No.” Guliani objected on the spot, “How do weKeep an eye on them? Dark City is extensive, if a large space rift were to open, we would likely only notice it once hundreds of millions of undead have come flooding out. Goddess City seems to have an alliance with Dark City, so we must get rid of both together.”

The communication once again went silent. For such a matter, a decision definitely could not be made by one person alone, everyone needed to hear the advice of their subordinates.

A few minutes later, Tyrone said, “Let’s do it like this, we’ll start voting for regulation no. xx on the plane safety, the proposal to organize an alliance army to clear out the abyssal vagrants in Goddess City and undead in Dark City. The Elves are absent, we’ll vote first, if votes are tied, we can ask the Elves to break the tie.”

Three minutes later, the voting result came in, it was three votes for and against each.

…

In the Land of the Fallen, eternal night descended. Harvey left the cave, flicking off the annoying beacon of faith from his hand, “I hate this thing, do I really have to kill all the believers to extinguish it?”

Bending his body, the horn-like soul waves spread far and wide, making the Land of the Fallen boil once again.