Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 333: Chapter 209 – The Broken Heart of the Holy Spirit_1
So she had never believed Negris’s self-introduction, but a dimensional beast wouldn’t seek help from a being lesser than itself, would it?

Realizing this, Serene quickly crossed her chest in a gesture of respect, pleading, “Great gods, please save this big cat. It’s too pitiful. It was sealed by the Church of Light in the Land of Fallen, forced to work every day. If it doesn’t work, there are no elf beans to eat. It’s so pitiful, please save it.”

“How would we save it? It’s so powerful, capable of breaking through dimensional space, yet it can be sealed. How are we supposed to save it?” Negris said hastily, winking at Lightning at the same time.

Lightning immediately got the hint: “Yeah, exactly. Look at us, old, thin, sick, disabled, but handsome. We haven’t got the ability to save the God of Dimension.”

It gestured at Negris when it said ‘old’, the Little Angel when it said ‘thin’, the Little Zombie when it said ‘sick’, the direction Luther had run off when it said ‘disabled’, and pointed at itself when it said ‘handsome’.

Serene nodded in agreement: “That’s what I think, too. Maybe the big cat made a mistake. Alas, it even said that whoever could save it would be gifted its dimensional space.”

“Wait a minute!” Negris rubbed his little paw, its face showing an expression similar to someone contemplating a silver coin, it asked, “Are you saying, dimensional space? That kind of independent world’s dimensional space?”

Serene smiled and said: “Yes, that’s right. The kind that is equivalent to an independent world’s dimensional space. This is the gift of the God of Dimension, it can tear pieces of space apart, then reassemble them into independent spaces.”

“How big is it?”

“A few hundred square metres, the big cat has been accumulating it for a long time.”

Negris took a deep breath, although it didn’t need air, it needed this action to soothe its inner turmoil: “We need to discuss.”

Turning around, Lightning’s scrutinizing gaze fell on it, and it said warily, “You have been tempted, Little Yellow Dragon.”

“Wait till you know what dimensional space is, you will be tempted too. Come here, let’s discuss.” Negris called out.

Ange, Little Angel, Little Zombie, Bronze Dragon, all sat on the ground huddled up, forming a circle. Lightning was too big to squat, so it lied down with its limbs spread out.

However, seeing this formation, Negris felt it was still lacking, and shouted towards the direction Luther had run off, “Luther, come back.”

Luther, who had not gone far, ran back hastily.

Seeing him unharmed and not blinded, Serene immediately realised what was going on and cried out angrily, “Bastard, so you’re not blind!”

Luther braced himself and replied, “Oh, fair lady, it seems you might have mistaken me for someone else? You must have seen my blind twin, who lost his sight at a very young age but insisted on training. Now he is a referee swordsman, he’s the blind one.”

Serene, steaming with anger, didn’t believe such nonsense. Yet, she had no evidence, so she could only grind her teeth and say: “Don’t let me see your blind brother again, or else I’ll cut it off!”

Luther’s legs went cold. Knowing he was in the wrong, he quietly joined Ange and the others in their circle.

“So here’s the deal. If we save the God of Dimension, we will get a dimensional space. What do you think? Will we save it?” Negris asked, looking at Luther and Lightning.

Among the people present, Ange’s opinion was decisive. But what opinion could Ange possibly have? Anyone could guess what it would be.

So it insisted on calling Luther back to discuss with Lightning.

“Er, Lord Nage, what is dimensional space?” Luther asked a bit embarrassingly. Don’t blame the boy for his lack of knowledge, dimensional space is such a high-level concept, even Lightning doesn’t quite understand it. Its wide-eyed curiosity was obvious.

“You have all been to the Resting Palace, right? The Resting Palace is built on the basis of a dimensional space,” Negris said.

Luther and Lightning were left confused for a while, taking some time to absorb the news. Luther asked incredulously, “Are you saying, if we save the God of Dimension, we can get a Resting Palace?”

“No, no, just a space similar to the independent space of the Resting Palace. The Resting Palace is built on the basis of dimensional space. The area inside is several tens of square kilometers, a whole world. The Dimension Beast’s space is only a few hundred square meters.”

“Moreover, the Undead King has used an incomprehensible method to establish a Farm Barrier within, which means that a spatial boundary has been superimposed within the dimensional space. No matter how complex it is, it is based on the dimensional space.”

Lightning and Luther understood, though Luther was still confused. He thought, a few hundred square meters of independent space – his Space Ring was only a few cubic meters, it couldn’t even fit a bed. But several hundred square meters? Wouldn’t that be nearly the size of a small estate?

Lightning, however, had already grasped the key point and said dismissively, “And then? The Lord already owns a dimensional space which covers tens of square kilometers and you’re seriously suggesting we should risk it all for a few hundred more?”

“We don’t necessarily need it, but have you forgotten the Land of Slumber? For some reason it’s missing. The Resting Palace as it is now is incomplete. What would happen if we completed these missing parts?”

Luther and Lightning’s eyes twinkled. They both saw the excitement in each other’s eyes.

The Land of Fallen is an undefended world similar to the Resting Abyss. It is the junction of all major planes, akin to a crossroads, a vital route. The best way to get to the Real Material Plane or other places is to jump through here.