Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 67 – Chapter 67: Chapter 64 The 12 Guardian Constructs_l

Chapter 67: Chapter 64 The 12 Guardian Constructs_l

Translator: 549690339

When Feilin, Lisa and the rest arrived, they saw the Little Zombie struggling with a hoe, while Ange used a gust of wind to blow away the sand and soil that was being dug up.

However, the structure beneath was too vast. With only the strength of Ange and his companions, it was like ants digging into a sand beach. After a while, it caved in.

“Eh? Lord, have you dug up the Divine Seat?” Feilin asked in surprise.

“The Divine Seat? City Lord, you recognize what's underneath?” Aisike asked in astonishment. He had visited this basin numerous times, but he never thought there was something buried beneath.

“Divine Seat?” Negris echoed, “What Divine Seat? That kind of Divine Seat?” Except for Lisa, everyone's curious eyes turned to Feilin.

“The Twelve Guardian Divine Seats, guardians of the World Transit Station. I haven't seen them in a long time. The Divine Seats are still in perfect condition. The construction quality of the Empire is excellent.” Feilin exclaimed sincerely.

Negris revealed an expression of realization. “So, it really is the Guardian

Divine Seats. Are the Guardian Deities still there?”

Feilin said: “They should all be there. After the Resting Wind blew, it only took three to four decades for the floating soil to completely cover the World Transit Station. The people who lived here had no choice but to evacuate. Most of them went to Ice City, while a small portion followed me to establish Witch City. When I evacuated from here, the floating soil only reached the knees of the Guardian Deities. A few decades later, the Divine Seats were nowhere to be seen.”

Negris wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Aisike: “Don't just chat among yourselves, tell us what the Guardian Divine Seats are! It's killing us not knowing. ”

Lena and Klegg hurriedly nodded, their expressions anxious, while Lightning also leaned its head over to listen carefully.

Only Ange wasn't interested, or rather, he wasn't interested in the story. He wanted to dig up the thing more, so he continued to dig with Little Zombie and the Angel Skeleton.

Negris looked at Feilin, hoping he could provide the explanation. Negris himself only had a superficial understanding of the Guardian Divine Seats and probably couldn't explain clearly. But Feilin didn't respond, instead he turned his gaze to Lisa.

Lisa pondered for a moment before saying, “The Twelve Guardian Divine Seats are the guardians of the World Transit Station. They are powerful Soul Constructs, with iron bodies, immortal souls, powerful strength, invincible resistance. With them guarding the World Transit Station, no enemy dares to invade this place.”

“They are powerful beings capable of confronting Giant Dragons and Titans on their own, a divine artefact capable of protecting a nation, one of the most feared war weapons in the Undead Empire. Back when I was the Light Saintess, I observed them closely and studied them deeply, but I couldn't figure out a way to breach the World Transit Station while they were on guard.”

“With their existence, even the most brutal demons from the abyss would obediently pay the transmission fee and keep their distance. The most cunning Goblin Merchants would obediently abide by the laws and pay their taxes. The most arrogant young nobles would… ahem, get stepped on. There was a noble's son who harassed me here once, and he was flattened by the Guardian Saint, Petersburg Drove.”

“And the Divine Seats, these are the seats of the guardians. They cannot stray too far from the Divine Seats. They have to return within ten minutes, which is their biggest defect. Otherwise, the Twelve Guardians would become the terrifying rulers sung of in countless realms. They are too powerful, each one of them weighs over twenty tons, a Titan like Luther would fall under their punch.”

Before Lisa finished speaking, some people were already trembling in fear.

Lena said with a trembling voice, “Is it that frightening? Maybe we should ask

Lord Ange to stop digging and we should leave.”

Feilin said, “Don't be afraid. As long as rules are followed, the Twelve Guardians won't harm anything. They actually don't have feelings, they only faithfully execute the orders of the king and the Lord Observer; well, except for Petersburg. However, they have long since become immovable. Now, one thousand years later, I do not know if their souls still remain within.”

Theoretically, souls are eternal and indelible, but before the floating soil buried them, the Resting Wind had blown for decades.

When Feilin mentioned the Observer, he instinctively glanced at Ange. The sight made him jump in surprise. A tornado was gradually forming in front of Ange.

Ange continuously used the wind gust to blow away the mud and sand dug up by Little Zombie. But the rate at which he was casting was too high, two to three per second, continually forming a chain, causing high concentration of the wind element, forming a vortex. This somehow led to the creation of a tornado.

The tornado was a Level Six Wind Magic. Ange had, by sheer force, using a Level One Gust of Wind, created a Level Six Tornado.

The tornado sucked away all the sand and soil near the Divine Seat, revealing the steel statue on the Divine Seat.

It was a robust steel construct, sporting a barrel-like body with a spherical head. It had long, slender arms with a series of retractable structures, suggesting that its arms could extend.

Standing at a height of four meters, with complex magical runes protruding on its surface, it appeared to have no waist. Its barrel-like body sat directly on the Divine Seat.

The so-called Divine Seat indeed resembled an oversized high-backed chair. It was also the central structure of the building. A long walkway extended from the seat towards the center of the basin, and the Guardian Construct stood on the 'seat'.

Pointing towards the walkway, Feilin continued, “This is the walkway to the center of the Teleportation Array. Normally, it and the Divine Seat would rise up to about this position, level with the edge of the basin. The transported goods can leave directly through the walkway, or be transferred to the commercial residential area below. In case of attack or danger, the walkway would drop, cutting off the enemy's advance..”

Chapter end