Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1070

Chapter 1070: Chapter 635: Roasted Bugs Suddenly Aren't Appealing Anymore Chapter 1070: Chapter 635: Roasted Bugs Suddenly Aren't Appealing Anymore The scene was actually quite awkward, like when a leader walks into their subordinates' break room, leaving the goblins looking at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do.

Of course, Ange was oblivious to this awkwardness. Instead, he carefully observed the equipment inside the cabin. Although there were no significant differences from a Goblin Airship, there were many details that were different, such as the presence of many devices made of 'light,' like the light sphere in front of the porthole.

Ange casually picked it up.

“Ah!? My Lord… my…” Macor was shocked; that was a positioning sphere, without which his airship simply couldn't discern its location or even know which direction to fly, and it wasn't supposed to be pick-uppable… picked up?

Ange was seen casually pinching the light sphere with three fingers and lifting it from its base, leaving Macor with no choice but to swallow his remaining words.

Is a Light Constructor this powerful? Able to pick up a positioning sphere?

It was akin to a Fire Wizard creating a fireball and then casually handling it. How sophisticated must one's control over the elements be to accomplish this?

Glancing into the positioning sphere, Ange immediately understood its operational mechanism; it was too familiar-a faith network, nodes, corresponding to Lisa, Anthony, and others, resembling nodes within a network of faith.

As long as this node existed, its relative position to other nodes in the network could be determined.

Ange sent his thoughts into it and saw a massive network with at least thousands of nodes. Could it be that there were thousands of Goblin Airships nearby if each node represented one?

“Thousands of airships? That many? Assuming four people per airship, wouldn't that mean tens of thousands of people?” Negris exclaimed in surprise.

Ange replaced the positioning sphere on its base and then started fiddling with a telescope on the porthole. He adjusted the telescope, and the large telescope outside the cabin synchronously started to move.

Ange had seen Tyrone's telescope in the Astrology Tower, so he knew a bit about how to use it. He put his eye up to the eyepiece, but all he could see was darkness.

Looking up at Macor with a bit of confusion, Macor immediately started rubbing his hands together in embarrassment and said, “This is a Goblin engineering construct, Lord Light Constructor. It's normal for you to have never seen it. The Void is too dark; there is no light at all, thus the telescope serves as a mere ornament unless it's something illuminated, otherwise, it can't see anything.”

Then, as if he remembered something, Macor said, “Oh, after entering the Void, the engineers made some modifications and installed a supplementary light mirror over here.”

Pointing to a hole on the side of the eyepiece, Macor stated, “Lord Light Constructor, you can cast Flash Technique or another Light Magic here. Once the light is shone and reflected back, we'll be able to see.”

Ange placed a Flash Technique into the hole at the side; indeed, the eyepiece brightened, revealing a speck that was another Goblin Airship.

Ange cast another Flash Technique, but instead of looking through the eyepiece, he looked out at the telescope but saw no light emitting from it.

After pondering for a while, Negris suggested, “It might have filtered out the visible light. That way, unless the airship opposite happens to be looking in our direction with a telescope, they wouldn't be aware of the observation, a bit like your Soul Perception, quite a clever design.”

The Soul Perception of the Undead also involved emitting soul vibrations first; when these bounced off an object, they would reflect back, allowing the soul to perceive it.

At close range, Soul Perception could detect more things, but beyond a certain distance, the soul could no longer sense anything.

So, it's not unusual to see Skeleton Zombies wandering hundreds of meters away, oblivious to you because you're outside the range of their soul's perception.

The stronger the soul, the larger its perception range. Certain methods could even enhance it further, like the Soul Helmet Ange previously encountered, which, when worn, concentrated soul vibrations to extend the range of perception.

That helmet was likely designed for low-level skeleton warriors. Ange quickly learned Soul Armor, rendering the helmet meaningless for him.

Ange kept casting Flash Technique, turning the telescope into a searchlight, perpetually illuminating the distance.

Ange slowly adjusted the eyepiece, taking in the pitch-black Void before him.

Within the Void floated airships, most as large as the one he was in, but a few were exceptionally massive with strange shapes, looking less like Goblin Airships and more like flying buildings.

These airships were scattered across a vast area, their purpose unknown.

Negris, sharing Ange's view, was amazed and said, “Wow, such practical technology. There are few methods for observing objects in the Void. Ange, find a way to get this technology.”

“Oh,” Ange nodded, walked over to Macor, grabbed him, and shoved him down.

Macor was stuffed inside the Resting Camp.

The other three Goblins hadn't reacted when Ange had already pounced in front of them and did the same, stuffing them all into the Resting Camp.

“…” Negris fell silent for a while before saying weakly, “Your method is a bit too rough, isn't it?”

But it also understood that letting Ange farm was possible, stealing others' techniques was too difficult, it was better to just rob them, which was the most suitable method for Ange.

Suddenly thrown into a different environment, it took a while for Macor and the others to come to their senses. It wasn't until a Little Yellow Book flew in front of them that they realized: Lord Light Constructor wasn't really a Light Constructor, was he? But an enemy?

“Alright, now I'm going to separate the four of you and ask you questions. You have to answer truthfully. Whoever dares to lie, I'll chop off your dicks, then reattach them, and chop again, one chop per lie, got it?!” Negris threatened.

A chill ran down the Goblins' groins, and they thought to themselves: That thing isn't a leek, it won't grow back after cutting, will it?

It was only after Ange demonstrated cutting off a thumb and then healing it that they understood why it could be chopped repeatedly.

After a thorough interrogation, the four Goblins tripped over each other to spill everything they knew, for fear of being the last to speak and having their dicks chopped.

After the detailed interrogation, Negris finally found out where they came from.

These Goblins came from the Chaos Plane, following their god to this place, preparing to seize the body of a super life form, and they were scattered throughout the Void to keep watch.

Their specific way of keeping watch was to stay dispersed in the Void to see if anyone would blow up their Airships. If one was blown up, the ones behind would know.

“…What a primitive way of keeping watch. Now that I've captured all of you, won't your comrades in the back know?” Negris asked.

Macor hesitantly said, “They probably won't, unless you blow up our Airships. Or during the routine three-hour check-in, if we don't answer, then they won't know for the time being.”

Not long after he finished speaking, Ange heard a calling sound from the communicator. Ange picked up Macor and took him out, amicably squeezing his neck to let him respond to the call.

Macor replied brusquely to the communication and then his stomach started grumbling.

Embarrassed, Macor asked, “Sir, may I have some food? I'm a bit hungry.”

Ange nodded in agreement, Macor took out a few paper-wrapped packages from a cabinet, shared them with the other three Goblins when Ange stuffed him back in.

The other three Goblins were also clearly hungry, cautiously opening the paper packages to reveal a dozen dried insects that were parched dry. They pinched one and placed it carefully into their mouths, chewing slowly.

Negris couldn't help but ask, “You don't usually eat this stuff, do you?”

Macor shook his head: “Of course not.”

Negris was a bit disappointed, it had thought Goblins were so pitiful that they ate this kind of food every day.

“Beef jerky is only for when we're out on a mission. Usually, we eat dried algae, which is really disgusting, it tastes like grass,” Macor said with distaste.

Jerky? Isn't this roasted insects? This already tastes bad enough, can there be something worse than this? Negris couldn't help but remember the nutritional cakes from the Sorcerer Alliance, could it be something like that?

And how does he know what grass tastes like? Has he actually eaten grass?

Poor thing. Negris asked maliciously, “Have you ever eaten beetroots? The moist, sweet, and crisp beetroots, or rice that doesn't fall over when you stick chopsticks in it? Or wheat bread that's toasted until it's fragrant and golden brown, or barbecued meat? Grilled mushrooms? Steamed bear paws?…”

With each mention, the four Goblins involuntarily swallowed, suddenly finding the roasted insects in their hands a lot less appetizing.

Chapter end

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