Chapter 1143 Troublesome Restrictions

Anthony said with regret: "Yes, he saw you, what should we do? I didn't expect him to act so quickly. Why didn't you cover it up?"

"I...I..." The Great Speaker wanted to say that he didn't react, but he felt something was wrong. Anthony's words didn't seem to be regretful, but rather like shirking responsibility.

But after thinking carefully, Anthony was indeed not responsible. Things happened too quickly, and even he didn't react. You can't blame Anthony for not covering him, right?

He could only admit that he was unlucky. The Great Speaker said: "No, I have to go back and watch. Quick, lift my ban."

Anthony said with some difficulty: "But, you are a prisoner."

The Great Speaker said angrily: "Are you still playing at this time!?"

"No, I mean, you are a prisoner, you have to break free of it yourself." Anthony said.

Ange tilted his head: "No..."

As soon as he said the word "no", the Great Speaker couldn't wait to push hard, and then saw a space crack in front of him, sucking him in.

Nagris was confused: "What do you mean by 'no'? What kind of restriction did you put on him?"

Anger said: "Exile."

"Big cat's exile? What kind of restriction is this?" Nagris asked in confusion.

Big cat's exile is to shoot people to the dimensional world. That kind of place is very dangerous for ordinary creatures, but it is not dangerous for the Great Speaker. He can just find a space rift to jump back, but this is not a restriction.

Anger scratched his head: "Struggle once, exile once."

"Pfft... Doesn't that mean that after the Great Speaker is exiled, he struggles in the dimensional world and will be exiled to another place? How many times will he be exiled?" Nagris asked.

Anger shook his head: "Without dimension, infinite times."

"Not exiled to the dimensional world? Will you be exiled infinitely if you don't lift the restriction? How is that possible? Your restriction will not automatically recover. Won't it stop when the energy of the restriction is exhausted?" Nagris said.

Ang shook his head: "He struggles, exiles, struggles hard, exiles."

"Pfft... Why is your restriction so tricky? You use the strength of his struggle to exile him? If he can't break free from the restriction, he can't recover his strength. If he struggles, he will be exiled again. He will be mad. Didn't I say to make a simple restriction for the sake of showing it? Why did you make it so complicated?" Negris didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Ang counted his fingers: "Simple, restrict, don't hurt, this."

It was Negris who said he wanted a simple one that would not hurt the Speaker and could limit his strength, so that he wouldn't suddenly explode. Ang thought about it and came up with this restriction. Once he exerted his strength, he would be exiled. How simple it is.

Negris' mouth moved, and the curse was swallowed back by it. How simple is this? Only this dead skeleton dared to say that this kind of restriction was simple. This was simply an infinite random teleportation...

"Random... is it random? Exile is random, right? Do you know where he was exiled to?" Nagris suddenly thought of a more critical question.

Anger nodded and shook his head. Exile was random, so he didn't know where the Grand Speaker would be teleported to.

Anthony couldn't help but cover his face: "This is trouble. He was seen by Nan Mian. I did it on purpose to force him to stand on the side. Now that he has been exiled, Table Mountain will be in trouble. We have to keep Table Mountain. If Liyabrit and others die, he will hate us to death."

"Let's go, let's go to Table Mountain. By the way, let Britt contact him through soul contact and tell him about the restriction, so that he won't teleport repeatedly and don't know where to go. If he exceeds Britt's soul contact range, he really can't come back." Nagris said quickly.

There is no need to teleport to Table Mountain, because there is a complete world tree there. Anger knocked on the sapling and chirped with it a few times, and the sapling extended its vines and roots, covering everyone, leaving only the old mourning undead soldier standing outside the circle blankly.

Anthony waved: "Come here too, what's your name?"

"Filas, my name is Filas." The old mourning undead soldier responded quickly, walked into the circle with some trepidation, and let the sapling circle him in it.

"My condolences, what's going on with you? Why did you come out from there? Why did you run away?" Anthony asked curiously, then pressed his shoulder and pushed him forward.

Go forward? Wasn't he covered by some vines? Wouldn't he bump into a tree if he went forward? My condolences? Yes, my son is dead...

Filas's anger and sadness have passed. He is now more confused and curious. He thought he was going to die, but a group of people suddenly jumped out and used the moves that Nanmian used to kill his son. They beat Nanmian in turn and rescued him.

Hearing Anthony's question, Filas responded very cooperatively: "Nanmian wants to transfer us from the Soul Farm to the Holy Land. We don't want to live that kind of life anymore, so we took the opportunity to escape."

When he heard about the Soul Farm, Anthony's heart moved: "What is the Soul Farm like?"

"It is the interior of a huge sphere, and the sunlight is projected from the center to the surroundings, but there is no sun there, only sunlight. There are oceans and land inside, like a plane." Filas said.

Anthony and Nagris looked at each other, and Anthony asked: "Do you know Ziola?"

Filas nodded: "I've heard of this name. It's a soul that ran away from the Soul Farm. I knew about him, so I wanted to escape. Even if I couldn't escape, I had to send my son away. I didn't expect... Alas."

After sighing, Filas asked: "Do you know Ziola? Is he still alive?"

"He's still alive. I'll introduce you to him later. Is the coffin you carry on your back to hold it? What is it?" Anthony pointed to the body he had been carrying.

The body was dragged around, and it was unkempt and dirty, but there was no scar on the surface.

"Oh, these are more advanced Chaos Undead Soldiers, and they are also going to be transferred to the Holy Land. They don't have souls yet, but they are really hard." After Filas finished speaking, he shook the body in his hand again.

"Give it to me, I'll take it to study it." Anthony said.

"Oh." Filas quickly handed it over.

Anthony took it and presented it to Ange. What could he study? He couldn't sense the power of origin. The biggest difference between these Chaos Undead Soldiers and the Mourning Undead Soldiers was that they possessed the power of origin.

After Ange took over the body, Firas asked in a low voice: "The one who disappeared just now was the Grand Speaker, right? The Grand Speaker betrayed the Lord of the Star, right?"