Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 608: Chapter 340: Even a Layer of Ground Has Been Dug Up_1

When Ange had flown up earlier to count the skeletons, he began to have doubts. The terrain here, and its size, resembled the Holy Kingdom quite closely, except that it lacked the buildings and the dimensional barrier.

“Heaven? Heaven’s fortress? Here?” Negris asked, puzzled as he followed Ange around, even going to the edge of the plane to gaze outwards.

Indeed, it was a hemisphere identical to Heaven. If there were a dimensional barrier, it would transform into a perfect circle just like the Holy Kingdom.

“It really is identical, Feiti, what is this place?” Negris asked.

“The Undead Fortress,” Feiti replied.

“The Undead Fortress? Why does it look like the Holy Kingdom?” Negris asked.

Feiti responded somewhat disdainfully, “Are you referring to those Holy Light bugs? Yes, this was stolen from them. They used to call it the Fortress of Light before the witch and I seized it and renamed it the Undead Fortress.”

“I planned to use it to approach their Heaven’s Fortress from the void and jump over to seize it too. Unfortunately, I was stopped by the God of the Forgotten,” Feiti said, somewhat unwilling to accept this outcome.

Negris asked in surprise, “Are you saying that this plane can move? In the void?”

“Of course… Uh, I don’t know if it can be activated. It was the witch’s people who managed it. I was only responsible for fighting.” Feiti hesitated when he recalled that it had been over a thousand years ago.

After searching around, they indeed could not find a place to launch from. Could it be inside? But they needed Heaven’s ladder to enter it, otherwise, they would need to dig a deep pit. On second thought, they decided to forget it. They hadn’t even figured out the Heaven Fortress, where would they get the time to dig pits?

There wasn’t even a dimensional barrier here – if they were to seize anything, it certainly had to be the Heaven Fortress. That fortress also had the ability to move through the void. At the beginning, it had moved from the void to hover above the Resting Abyss.

“Let’s leave it for future study. We should head out now,” Negris urged Feiti, eager to take his leave before any complications arose, especially in case Feiti remembered the Soul Crystals. However, when he turned around, Ange and the rest were nowhere to be found.

Negris massaged his throbbing forehead, “What are they up to now? Those damn skeletons.”

Sighing with resignation – he was used to Ange’s ways by now – Negris took flight, muttering complaints under his breath.

As he rose into the air, he noticed Ange and the others herding the skeletons towards the center. Any skeleton that lagged behind was given a good clonk on the head by Little Sky, wielding the Great Angel’s Staff.

After driving all the skeletons away, Ange scraped the Breathing Soil on the surface and began to dig up the earth beneath.

“What are you doing?” A sense of foreboding grew in Negris’s heart. This place was the central area of the entire plane, equivalent to the Square of the Gods in the Holy Kingdom, where the fertile divine soil, suitable for growing Divine Wood, was located.

Just as he suspected, Ange was indeed digging up divine soil and piling it up to the side.

Negris felt on the verge of madness, “You’re not planning to scrape away all this dirt, are you? Do you know how heavy it is? How much Soul Flame it’ll waste?”

After hearing that, Feiti was also stunned, “Digging up the dirt? This… you guys didn’t come here to take away all my soil, did you? Then where should I sleep?”

“No, no, there isn’t much of this kind of soil. Once you go beyond this range, it won’t exist anymore.” Negris hurriedly reassured Feiti, fearing he would spark his wrath.

Feiti wouldn’t necessarily get angry, but he felt it was a bit excessive. They were even scraping off the surface soil? Anyway, when it came to farming, how could he give up? In order not to waste Soul Crystals, Ange took out a Demon Crystal and through the Teleportation Array sent three hundred thousand tons of divine soil to the world transit station.

Thank goodness for the world transit station, saving at least ninety percent of the Demon Crystals.

The Skeleton also came along. Feiti projected onto it and saw the desolate surroundings. He exclaimed in surprise, “Why has the Resting Abyss become so desolate? Where’s the Gold Road? The Grain Road?”

“Didn’t we already say not to follow us here? How did you manage to make it here?” Negris asked helplessly.

“You’ve dug up all of my earth and you’re not even allowing one of my avatars to come over for a visit? Then where should I sleep?” Feiti shot back indignantly.

“Alright, alright, take a look around. Just make sure that your main body doesn’t cross over here.” Negris warned.

“I know. I really don’t understand why you’re so wary of me. We used to be such good friends. You seem to have forgotten me,” Feiti responded sadly.

They used to be good friends. He had even learned his brilliant techniques under the guidance of Negris. He never expected to be treated with such suspicion when they met again. It was truly heartbreaking.

Negris felt extremely awkward. He had truly forgotten him. Who knew why the King had decided to erase his memory? The effects of the Forgotten Mark had been cleared, yet his memory couldn’t be recovered.

He’d only learned about Feiti’s affairs from Durken, but his private relationship with Feiti was something Durken wouldn’t know anything about.

“Perhaps it’s an aftereffect of the Forgotten Mark. Maybe after some time, I’ll remember. You follow me, don’t wander off. People don’t know you, and one punch could shatter you,” Negris said.

Feiti, who had projected onto a skeleton, would definitely not be able to withstand much.

Just as he was about to say something, Ange suddenly turned and gestured towards him, “Get Anthony to transport the grain.”

“Transport grain? Where to?” Negris was stunned by Ange’s abrupt comment.

However, he quickly found out where. At Fallen Dragon Lake, Ange stepped forward and the salty rice by the lake began to grow rapidly, skipping the last month of its growth period and quickly forming rice grains.

The Instant Death Halo was only used for a quarter of its full power until the grain ripened. Ange then paused it, moved to another area, and activated it all over again.

Like this, one Instant Death Halo could be used four times. Every six hundred acres at a time, at a frequency of one hour per use, Ange ripened all the rice around Fallen Dragon Lake.

The Nachricht of the quickly arriving Anthony who collapsed by the lake, looking at the golden rice grains and laughing loudly, an unmistakable sense of relief audible in his laughter.

“Hahaha, your timing was impeccable, sir. We were just about to deplete our grain reserves. If I didn’t manage to procure any more, I would have had to use my trump card,” Anthony laughed.

“What? You have a trump card?” Negris asked in shock.

All this while, he was witness to Anthony’s anxiety and desperation, using every method in his arsenal to scrounge up whatever he could. Now he was saying he still had a method?

“Hahaha, just joking, just joking. What other method could I possibly have?” Anthony laughed it off, brushing the topic aside.

“I don’t believe you. You don’t seem like you were joking. You were definitely planning to make a move on someone,” Negris sneered.

As he said this, Negris felt a jolt of realization. He knew who Anthony was planning to approach. At this moment, who else would have surplus grain?

The Church of Light!

PS: My wife has been under the weather with a cold and cough these past two days, which made us run around hospitals. She’s been coughing through the night and it’s disrupted my sleep. Having only slept fitfully, I’m feeling a bit woozy and my mind is a blank. I’ll update this chapter first and add more tomorrow.