Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1057

Chapter 1057: Chapter 622: No… Blessings of the Undead God Chapter 1057: Chapter 622: No… Blessings of the Undead God Onas excitedly roamed about, running towards areas richest in Thunder Element amidst the earth and vapor. Although this wandering consumed a lot of energy, the abundance of elements in the Prime Material Plane meant he could quickly replenish any lost energy.

When he reached areas without enemies, Onas would even manifest his body, each step sparking and shaking the ground, as if an earthquake had struck.

Vast stretches of farmland caught fire from the spreading lightning, lush ears of rice turned into blazing flames.

Seen from the sky, Onas appeared to be running on a lake formed by waves of rice, each step creating ripples made of fire.

During his run, a human farmer with bloodshot eyes, carrying a hoe, came to strike Onas with it.

But against the ten-meter-tall Gold Titan, the farmer was like an insignificant bug. He didn't even get close to Onas before being zapped into charcoal; he couldn't break through the surrounding electric field of the Titan.

The farmer didn't care anymore. His crops and grains were gone, and life had lost its meaning to him.

The farmer's bravery changed nothing, not even slowing Onas's strides a bit, as endless fields of crops ignited.

Sensing the fire elements between heaven and earth growing more intense, Onas roared in excitement and rushed into the distant woods.

At the edge of the forest, a Space Gate was torn open, and a whole Magician Group led by Tyrone came through, followed by Hiludi who had sustained the opening of the Space Gate.

True to her reputation as a genius Space Arcanist, after glimpsing the Space Gate once with the Elf and interpreting Gailard's words not to let her use it, she forcefully deciphered the space door on her own.

After some practice, she could skillfully open the Space Gate and teleport a large number of people at once to a pre-set location, even more practical than Ange's Hand Teleportation Array.

However, tearing open a Space Gate took a huge toll; after transporting an entire Magician Group, Hiludi was almost drained, with only enough magic left to make her escape.

But it was no big deal; Hiludi flipped her robe, revealing an array of scrolls, Demon Crystals, and potions neatly tucked inside, all within easy reach.

Hiludi had always had the habit of carrying a bag filled with scrolls and blank scrolls. Ange had once picked up such a Spatial Bag of hers.

Later, after meeting a new friend, Misha, she learned this more convenient method–there was no need to reach into a bag each time. It was indeed much more efficient.

Grabbing a handful of Demon Crystals to hasten her energy recovery, Hiludi watched as her seniors in the Magician Group dispersed under Tyrone's command.

The Space Mage used spatial fluctuations to shatter the space immediately, preventing the enemy from escaping with Teleportation Scrolls or similar spatial magic. If Hiludi were to run headlong into such shattered space, she would only have the option to flee on her great Magic Wand.

Arcane Mages quickly set up Air Barriers around their allies because facing a Titan meant electrical discharge; the Air Barrier could protect them from electric sparks.

Tyrone held his Magic Wand horizontally, and the elements around him surged towards him frenetically, while his gaze locked fiercely onto the figure sprinting ahead.

But at that moment, Onas turned tail and fled.

“Damn you, Bada! Chase him,” Tyrone blurted out a rare curse, leading the Magician Group in pursuit.

Onas ran with strides growing larger, his right hand loosely clenched at his side. Lightning began to coalesce in his hand, and when the Lightning had amassed enough power, Onas hurled it with the perfect technique of a javelin thrower.

A Lightning Javelin seemed to form and streak towards a dark cloud on the horizon. Onas's body, too, turned into lightning, shooting towards the ends of the earth.

Unable to keep up, Tyrone stopped, his face ashen with rage: “Damn these electric rats!”

This was troubling; the Titans didn't engage them directly. With their bizarre movement abilities spreading havoc everywhere, humans had no way to catch them. They could only watch helplessly as the Titans burned down anything that could combust.

Hiludi approached, distressed, asking, “Principal, what do we do? Is there a way to catch it?”

Tyrone took several deep breaths, steadying his emotions before asking, “What about you? Do you have any way to catch it?”

Hiludi shook her head: “His movement isn't spatial; I can't do anything. We need to ask an Electric Mage.”

Tyrone consulted with an Electric Mage who said, “I don't know what can be done. Anyway, humans can't move like that. Giant Star Thunderclap would probably know, but no matter what, such a movement must consume a huge amount of energy, similar to lightning piercing through the air, then reconstituting. If we keep the chase up and do it a few more times, it might not be able to keep running.”

It was a crude method but the only viable one for the moment. Tyrone gritted his teeth: “Chase!” he commanded, then looked towards Hiludi.

Hiludi quickly shook her head: “No good, no good, I haven't recovered from the last use yet. Let's teleport first.”

Using a Space Gate was very risky; if Hiludi couldn't sustain it, and someone happened to be walking through when one half of their body was still on the other side, and the Space Gate collapsed, snap–a person could be cut in half.

The group hurried to the nearest Teleportation Array, chasing after Onas in the direction he vanished.

To prepare for Titan threats, a large number of observation posts had already been set up across the Plane, especially in places rich with Thunder Element. Now, these observation posts proved useful.

But there were far too many Titans, with twelve being Gold Titans and an overwhelming fifty being Thunder Titans. Such a multitude of Titans was more than enough to launch a war upon the planes, and yet they seemed beguiled somehow, merely skulking and provoking conflicts without engaging directly. They would set fire to anything combustible and then flee.

Teams comprising humans, elves, and giant dragons gave chase, with larger groups inevitably losing pace with the total number, and smaller ones facing even greater trouble. Titans weren't vegetarians; a single throw of a lightning javelin could kill a couple of pursuers.

In the dwarven territories, Copperhammer the Dwarven King brooded with a troubled face, indecisive and hesitant.

His subordinates didn't care about that, as one report after another was delivered, “Lord, Tyrone wishes for us to block the Black Stone Mountain Pass to prevent the Titans from using the underground veins to move around.”

Copperhammer waved his hand dismissively as if he hadn't heard.

Soon after, another message arrived, “Lord, the town by the smeltery has been burned down.”

Again, Copperhammer waved his hand dismissively, pretending not to hear.

Unable to restrain themselves, the guards of the War God's Unit asked in hushed tones, “Lord, are we just not going to do anything?”

With a look of distress, Copperhammer said, “What can we do? Who should we help? The Titans or the humans? Claiming kinship with the Titans, in such a situation helping either side would be very awkward.”

The guard scoffed, “We haven't made a move at all. If the humans win, we'll be in an even more embarrassing position later.”

“Humans winning? With the way things are going, all of the plane's food supply will be burnt to a crisp. It's without doubt most people will die of starvation. If we help the humans and the Titans get mad and burn our food supplies too, that's when we are really doomed,” Copperhammer said distressedly.

The guard curled his lips in disdain, “Starve to death? Have you forgotten 'that' person? Even if the entire plane's food supply were to be destroyed, 'they' could feed everyone.”

Copperhammer jerked alert, vividly remembering that thriving scene with life bursting forth. Right, even if all the food was burned, 'they' could still sustain everyone.

This meant the Titans' plan to starve everyone to death wouldn't come to fruition. Instead, humans and elves might wear them down gradually with their sheer numbers. A few years might pass, but as long as they remained alive, they could eventually wear down the Titans.

Before long, another message came through, “Lord, the coal mines of Black Mountain have been set ablaze by the Titans.”

Again, Copperhammer waved his hand dismissively, conflicted.

Yet another message arrived, the reporting dwarf bellowing with uncontrollable grief and fury, “Lord, our wine cellar has been blown up. It was filled with distilled beetroot wine from the Goddess of Beauty City, and now it's all ablaze!”

“What! The wine is all burned? Damnable Titans, grab your weapons, to arms! These wine thieves! Copperhammer roared in sudden fury, his beard bristling, he grabbed his hammer and charged out.

The dwarves, who had been just as vacillating due to their Titan lineage, were instantly incensed upon hearing about the blasted wine cellar, and mounted the griffins to scour the mountainsides for the Titans.

Kinship be damned, anyone who dared to burn a dwarf's liquor would be turned upside down, no matter if it were their ancestors.

Onas shifted to a new location and re-materialized, striding toward the distant farmlands.

On the edge of the fields, a burly farmer trembling with fear shouldered a pitchfork. He aimed at the massive figure ten meters tall and shouted with quivering determination, “Don't … don't come any closer, by the Undead God's grace, I'll die before letting you trample my fields!”

Onas waved his hand irritatedly, and a bolt of lightning struck the farmer. He hadn't even heard what the farmer was shouting; the voice was too faint, quieter than the thunderclap of his lightning strike, much like an annoying fly.

But in the next moment, he watched in horror as the charred, crumpled figure of the farmer started to glow with a holy light. A powerful force swiftly healed his flesh and skin, reviving the scorched husk of a man.

Then the revived man opened his golden eyes, and a terrifying presence descended.

Onas's eyes widened in shock, “A Divine Conduit? Why? How can such an insect withstand such immense power?”

Conduits weren't to be taken lightly. Firstly, they required a vessel capable of withstanding mighty energies. Even a zealot like Oke who had been tempered by Divine Power for a time needed sacrifice to endure the power of Ange.

But now, this fragile human hadn't exploded from the powerful force that possessed him. First, the Imprint of the Shield of Protection appeared on his body–then the Equal Cross descended upon him, ensuring that any harm done to him would equally affect Ange.

Next, with golden eyes unflinching, he stepped forward, taking the stance of one throwing a javelin, and a long spear quickly materialized in his hand.

Onas's eyes bulged and he cried out, “Lightning Spear? Heaven's sake, how does he possess the Lightning Spear? Not good, Divine King save—-”
He shouted the last words, trying to send a telepathic message through remote electric fields to the distance. Unfortunately, before he finished, 'he' hurled the Lightning Spear with force.

His arm burst from the sheer power, flesh splattering everywhere, exposing the bone underneath. Yet under the influence of some power, it was reconstituted, with the Holy Light flickering as it was restored to its original state.

The Lightning Spear vanished in a moment and reappeared, piercing Onas's body, transforming him into an umbrellshaped net of electricity.

Chapter end

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