Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 595: Chapter 334: Not the Dragon God, but the Nemesis_1

“Flash Feiti? Steadfast Locke? These native undead creatures sure have arbitrary names.” Negris couldn’t help but comment.

As soon as Ange mentioned this name, Durken and Anthony fell into thought, as if their memories had been struck by something, some forgotten things gradually came back to them.

On hearing Negris’s words, Durken frowned and hesitated, “It seems that I gave them their names, are you criticizing me?”

“Ah? No, no, no, by arbitrary I meant casual and freely given, the kind that sounds pleasant and nice to hear.” Negris hastily denied.

“Feel free to criticize. I just named them casually—it is indeed arbitrary. What the name is doesn’t matter, the important thing is the nickname. I remember now, ‘Flash’ means that when it moves, it’s like a flash of light.” Durken muttered.

Negris nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. Are you letting him criticize you or not?

“Yes, yes, I remember now, Flash Feiti. When Lord Feiti made a move, it was like a flash of light. Everyone often couldn’t see him clearly before they were knocked down.” Anthony also remembered something.

Negris looked at them and asked perplexedly, “Why can’t I remember anything? Did I not know this Flash Feiti before?”

Anthony and Durken looked at each other and turned to ask Negris, “You really didn’t remember anything?”

Durken said, “It seems to get along well with you, and it only learned the ‘Flash’ thing after you came. It said you told it the secrets of space and time, and now we all remember it, but you really can’t remember at all?”

Negris shook his head blankly, why can’t he remember anything at all? No impressions whatsoever?

Durken pondered and said, “Now only one possibility is left. Unlike us, you didn’t forget your memories because of the Power of the Forgotten, but they were erased by others.”

The only one who would have the power to erase Negris’s memory might be the Undead King, “Why would Your Majesty erase my memory?”

“How would we know, perhaps you did something bad. For instance, you might have peeked at the witch changing her clothes, and Your Majesty erased your memory in anger.” Anthony guessed.

“I…I…I…” Negris mumbled for a long time and couldn’t get the words out. Anthony’s guess was reasonable and logical, otherwise why is it that he can’t even remember the witch? Why did they only erase his memory?

“Have we forgotten something?” Negris wanted to deviate the topic, so he turned to glance at the White Skeleton standing not far away.

Following his words, everyone else’s eyes shifted and fell on the White Skeleton.

“That’s really strange, we clearly saw it when we first arrived. Why did we keep ignoring it? It wasn’t until the mention of Flash Feiti’s name that I remembered it.” Anthony frowned and said.

Durken also frowned, “It seems to have the ability to make people ignore it.”

Who is Anthony, who is Durken, and who is Negris? Just choose one, none of them would ignore a special skeleton. What power made everyone ignore it?

“Look at its forehead, is that an imprint? It looks like…it looks like…what was that imprint again?” As he was speaking, Negris forgot again.

Noticing that everyone’s eyes were on it, the skeleton endured for a while, but ultimately couldn’t bear it, and turned to run.

“Hey hey hey, careful, don’t run around.” Big Bone called out for caution, and with one slap sent it flying back.

The Little Zombie rushed forward, a shoulder collision, sent it flying, and followed up attacking with the hoe in its hand.

A series of clanging blows sounded, sparking flames, the White Skeleton’s bones just got a few white spots.

The Little Angel’s hands were wrapped in Holy Light, aggressively charging forward.

The White Skeleton dodged left and right, but soon it was knocked down to the ground by the Little Angel and Little Zombie. Each of them grabbed a foot and dragged it back.

“This seems to be…this seems to be…ah, so annoying, Ange, do you have a way to shield its power? Every time I look at it I can’t remember things.” Negris shook his head in irritation. The word was already on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t blurt it out.

Ange took out the Lifesaving Rope, tightly bound the skeleton, then wrapped it up with the Holy Shroud, only revealing the mark on its forehead.

The Holy Shroud blocked most of the spillover power from the Power of the Forgotten. The impact wasn’t serious, so they weren’t forgetting words left and right anymore, and they could think normally.

“This seems to be the Forgotten Mark, right? Why would there be a Forgotten Mark on a skeleton’s head?” As Negris was saying this, he touched it, “It’s not carved in, it grew naturally.”

“This bone doesn’t seem like a human bone, could it be… could it be a bone of the God of the Forgotten?” Durken guessed.

Anthony said, “So Lord Feiti went to kill the God of the Forgotten, was struck by the Forgotten Mark, causing everyone to forget him. But the God of the Forgotten also died, and his bones turned into this skeleton?”

Pulling down the Holy Shroud and revealing the White Skeleton’s head, Anthony looked at it and asked, “Is that right?”

The White Skeleton tilted its head in confusion.