Bab 1183: Chapter 747: Sir, this isn't revival, it's recreation!

"Come, come, let's hide them all. Just leave Bujaka," Negris greeted excitedly.

Lidali and Helan, confused, pushed the Ancient Gods down as Negris had instructed, and hid them before asking puzzled, "What are you planning to do, sir?"

"Fishing," Negris said. With the backing of the Chaotic Undead Legion, Negris's courage grew; originally, it had been passive fishing, but now he had started to actively fish.

On a tiny shattered plane, packed full, several Ancient Gods were huddled together; shadows loomed all around, making the scene impossibly awkward.

Sure enough, seeing Bujaka dragging the shattered plane and thinking it might be something precious, some Ancient Gods that believed themselves strong enough to overpower Bujaka, or relying on their numbers, charged forward and then found themselves surrounded by a dozen Ancient Gods.