novelonline Chapter 1397 The Strange Tree, Call Someone to Push It
Chapter 1397 The Strange Tree, Call Someone to Push It
Chapter 1397 The Strange Tree, Call Someone to Push It
The king was about to say something when he saw Anthony suddenly step forward. Having spent so much time together, he still had some simple understanding with him, so he immediately stopped.
Sure enough, Anthony retorted, "You're exaggerating. How could a tiny rock ball possibly destroy the Silent Dead Sea?"
The strange tree looked it up and down and said, "There are about sixteen forces in the Silent Dead Sea. Three of them are already preparing to abandon this place and move to other places. These three forces are all in this material zone. Once your behemoth rolls to another material zone, the other forces will also consider moving."
“Oh, that’s great. I thought they would team up and beat us up,” Anthony laughed.
“You…” Gui Shu was so angry that he could barely speak.
After a long pause, the strange tree asked, "What conditions do you want before you take these giant objects back?"
Anthony asked slowly, "So what if the Silent Dead Sea is destroyed? You can just move somewhere else, right?"
The eerie tree roared, "All my branches are in the Silent Dead Sea, do you think you can just destroy them like that?"
“Oh, so all your branches are in the Silent Dead Sea? That’s great,” Anthony laughed.
See, there's some benefit to the chat.
The eerie tree, its expression somber, remained silent for a moment before asking for the third time, "What conditions do you want for you to take these behemoths back?"
Anthony pretended to think for a moment and said, "We built these behemoths mainly to collect the Chaos Mist, that's it."
At Anthony's request, the king summoned some of the chaotic mist.
"The Mist of Mourning Spirits?" the Ghost Tree exclaimed in surprise.
"The Mist of Mourning? Why is it called the Mist of Mourning?" Anthony asked in astonishment.
"Can't you feel it? Occasionally, there are remnants of consciousness within this fog, constantly wailing," the Ghost Tree said.
Anthony looked at the king; he couldn't use the Chaos Mist, so he really didn't know.
The king thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I can't feel it."
Anthony looked at Angers again, and Angers nodded.
It seems there is indeed some residual consciousness, but perhaps Ang and the King use it differently, so one senses it while the other does not.
This is not strange at all; those aliens are created from remnants of consciousness, which is why they have such familiar appearances.
“These Mist of Sorrow, which we call the Mist of Chaos, are the main reason we created these behemoths. If you can provide some Mist of Sorrow, we might consider taking back the behemoths. However, we still want to kill someone, either King Phile or you,” Anthony said with a smile.
The Ghost Tree wasn't surprised at all. Anthony's words just now clearly indicated that their target was it. If some negotiation and a little Mist of Sorrow could change their minds, it wouldn't be a bad deal, since it wouldn't need the Mist of Sorrow anyway.
After a long silence, the ghost tree asked, "How many do you want?"
"How many do you have?" Anthony asked.
“Two thousand tons,” the strange tree said.
Tons? Everyone was stunned. When did the unit of measurement in the Chaotic Mist become 'tons'? Isn't that a unit of weight?
After the Ghost Tree moved the Mist of Sorrow over, everyone understood why it was in tons. Two tons of coconut-like fruits were piled up in the void. Because they were unrestrained, they began to roll freely shortly after being piled up.
"Is this the Mist of Mourning Spirits?" The king picked up one, gently broke it open, and as soon as a small crack appeared, a phantom darted out and pounced on the king's face with a mournful cry.
"Hmph!" The king grunted, directly shattering the illusory image. His gaze fell on the fruit, where a liquid-like chaotic mist flowed from its interior. Once freed from its constraints, the mist slowly began to dissipate.
Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. This was what the two thousand tons of chaotic mist meant? That would be a huge windfall!
Anthony said calmly, "Two thousand tons is a bit too little, add some more."
"Two thousand five hundred tons, that's all we have," the mysterious tree said.
Anthony looked troubled, but was actually overjoyed. He said, "Alright, you pay 2,500 tons of Mist of Mourning, and we'll move the behemoth away from the area you specify."
"Move away from the designated area? No, leave the Silent Dead Sea," the Ghost Tree said.
“No, no, if we leave the area you specified, and only you pay while everyone else doesn’t, and we avoid all locations, wouldn’t you be the only one who loses out? Unless their faction also pays,” Anthony said.
The strange tree's expression shifted. Just as it felt more uncomfortable seeing others make money than losing money itself, it felt even more uncomfortable when it was the only one paying while others didn't. Originally, it had suspected Anthony of playing a trick on it, but now it felt it made perfect sense. Why should they be safe just because it was the one paying?
The Ghost Tree didn't say anything more and silently moved all the Chaos Fruits over.
After accepting the fruit, Anthony continued, "Alright, now we need to kill King Phile, but we don't know its location. Do you have any information you can provide?"
The mysterious tree gave one coordinate, then ten more, saying, "You cannot go to the material zones at these coordinates."
“No problem.” Anthony agreed, and the Ghost Tree left satisfied.
The king looked Anthony up and down in disbelief and said, "Your mouth is more powerful than my undead army. Does it really believe you? Aren't you afraid you'll deceive it again?"
Anthony shrugged: "What did I lie to it about?"
“Didn’t you take the compensation last time and agree to leave its territory?” the king said.
“Yes, I left. Aren’t you the one destroying its territory now? It’s none of my business. I told it last time that I can’t control the Lord of the Stars, and it understood,” Anthony said.
The king scoffed, as if to say, "Do you think I'm a fool?"
Anthony's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that this was His Majesty the King, not someone as easily fooled as Negris. He quickly explained, "The main thing is that it didn't suffer much loss. It probably doesn't need this chaotic mist. It might even think it's made a profit by giving us some useless junk."
"And what about King Phile?" the king asked.
“King Phile might be its true objective. If we can kill King Phile, it will agree to many more of its demands. It might even be secretly pleased that it can use some useless Mist of Sorrow to get rid of King Phile,” Anthony laughed.
The king thought about it carefully and realized that it was indeed the case. They needed the Chaos Mist, which was why they considered it precious. However, the Strange Tree was a stitch-on-stitch of plants and living things, and it was very likely that it did not need the Chaos Mist. These were just byproducts of the process.
They'll use some byproducts to trick them into fighting King Fellie; the Ghost Tree might even be laughing at their foolishness behind their backs.
Upon considering this possibility, the king immediately objected: "No, that would be too easy on it."
“No, but we just made an agreement, and we must keep our word. Your Majesty, can you move the dimensional ball?” Anthony said.
The king pointed to himself: "Shall I push it?"
“Uh… okay,” Anthony shouted, turning toward the mist, “Ghost Tree, get someone to push it. I can’t move it. If you don’t push it, it’ll just have to keep rolling like this.”
After a long while, the Treant reluctantly emerged from the mist, cursing and swearing, but its voice was too soft to hear what it was cursing. However, a few hours later, a large army composed of various strange plants gathered near the dimensional sphere.