Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1092

Chapter 1092: Chapter 656 Is this what you called a good thing? Chapter 1092: Chapter 656 Is this what you called a good thing? Shamara's nose was even keener than a kobold's. She usually avoided Lord Ange, never appearing before him unless necessary. If she suddenly showed up, it meant something good was about to happen.

But it was a good thing only for her, not necessarily for others.

“We can't just let her benefit from this easily,” Negris said, “Come and take a look, try to see if you can discern anything.”

Shamara came over, glanced at it, and shook her head, “It seems unrelated to me. If it's unrelated, I can't discern anything.”

“Kvada, your ability is useless. It contributes nothing to the group. What use are you?” Negris said with envy.

He, too, wished for such an ability: effective when it's something good for oneself, inactive otherwise. It couldn't get much better.

Shamara smiled bitterly, “I wish I could help it, Lord Negris, but I can't control this ability. It's an instinctual feeling. If there's a way for it to contribute to you, please command me.”

Negris replied irritably, “If you can't control it, how am I supposed to control your feelings? Stop talking nonsense, just say it. Why have you come? If there's nothing, then leave quickly.”

“Hehe, I feel like something good is going to happen,” Shamara said with an awkward smile.

Just then, Ange suddenly interjected, “I command you to take charge of it.”

Everyone paused for a moment, and Shamara hesitantly asked, “Do you mean for me to take care of these strands of hair, my lord?”

Ange nodded and said, “It's called Shay, Nightmare Saya.”

“There it is, there's the feeling,” Shamara immediately reacted, frowning and carefully sensing.

It was then Negris understood, “You command Shamara to take care of Nightmare Saya, so now Saya is connected to her, which allows her to sense things related to Nightmare Saya? It works like that?”

Shamara shuddered, her face turning pale as she coughed up blood.

Ange tilted his head in confusion and, with a wave of his hand, channeled several Healing Spells into Shamara, forcing her to regain some color.

Taking a breath, Shamara wiped the blood from her mouth, saying with lingering fear, “This Nightmare Saya is too powerful, beyond my abilities. I am sorry, my lord, I don't sense much, only that it seems to be a 'good thing'.”

“You gave me quite a scare, are you alright? Saya is indeed very powerful. This entity is an Ancient God, surpassing your demigod capabilities. How are you feeling? Any internal injuries?” Negris asked with concern.

Touching a being like Nightmare Saya, an Ancient God, could easily harm a demigod like Shamara given the disparity in power.

When gods clash, it is extraordinarily dangerous. It may look like nothing happened on the surface, but one's life force could be rapidly diminishing.

Life-force depletion can be quite troublesome for many deities, but not for Ange. When Oke used a life sacrifice to kill the Insect God, it was Ange who forcefully brought him back.

Although Ange later slept for half a year, the Ange of now is leagues beyond his previous strength. With early treatment, the damage would not be severe.

Shamara paused, then her expression changed as if she was listening to something, and then her eyes brightened.

She pressed down on her unremarkable chest suddenly and said in pain, “This isn't good, I might have an issue, I have an internal injury, it feels like it's caved in here, my Lord, quickly use the Goddess of Beauty Fist to save me.”

Speaking of the Goddess of Beauty Fist wasn't helping, but as soon as it was mentioned, Negris understood instantly and became furious, “There's no hope for you, not even the Goddess of Beauty Fist can save you. Damn it, you've been corrupted by Luna, haven't you? Didn't she teach you? You used to be such an innocent little girl, how did your skin get so thick?”

Shamara shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue at the scolding, whispering, “I'm already eighty, not a little girl…”

Of course, Lord Ange wasn't going to waste the Goddess of Beauty Fist on an 'eighty-year-old little girl.' After checking that she was fine, Negris shifted the topic back to Nightmare Saya, “What do you mean by 'it's a good thing'?”

Shamara didn't even dare to think about it and shook her head vigorously, “I don't know, it just feels like a good thing. You can't ask me anymore, or I'll start vomiting blood again.”

“Fine, fine, Ange, relieve her of her duties; she's not responsible enough to handle Nightmare Saya,” Negris said, not seeming to mind, since Shamara's abilities were too abnormal. Having no restrictions on them would be completely unreasonable.

Ange nodded and turned to Shamara, saying, “You are relieved of your duties.”

Shamara immediately felt as if something tightly wound had snapped, and her whole body relaxed.

“Wow,” Luna's voice rang inside Shamara's mind, “Such a clear divine oracle, this is the first time I've felt such a clear divine oracle. If Lord Ange wants to kill you, it would indeed just take a single word.”

“You've never felt it before? Haven't the Gods of Light issued divine oracles?” Shamara asked curiously.

Luna responded, “They have, but their oracles are too vague, open to any interpretation, and the power isn't as strong, so I don't have a very clear sense of them.”

“Does that mean that Lord is now more powerful than all the Gods of Light?” Shamara asked.

“Of course, apart from the God of Light, whose might I've never experienced, in terms of divine power's intensity, the Gods of Light are far inferior to Lord Ange; they are not even on the same level,” Luna said.

With just a divine oracle able to kill her, Shamara behaved extremely well, shrinking to the side. Whoever looked at her saw her smiling with teeth showing, like a fool seeking redemption.

“This one is beyond saving; ask her what the good thing is, and she can't tell you, completely useless,” Negris said with disdain.

Despite his disdain, he didn't prevent her from following them, and they eventually made their way back to the Spiral Dimension.

Since they couldn't turn up Nightmare Saya for the time being, they scattered the insect eggs, and Ange couldn't wait to return. Durken was still there, nervously building, planning to turn it into a movable planting plane. The immense amount of work required could only be greatly shortened with Ange's personal effort.

“To have the Master God himself work for you, you sure have your way,” Negris commented sarcastically.

Durken responded with a bitter smile, “Not let the Lord work? I wouldn't dare.”

Under the personal efforts of the Master God, the progress of the Spiral Dimension advanced by leaps and bounds, and he also took the opportunity to study the body of the Serpent of Misfortune, attempting to find a way to trigger its metamorphosis.

So, two months passed, and on this day, near the Spiral Dimension, a vortex suddenly appeared in the Void and then spewed out a beam of black light.

One after another, shadowy figures shot out from the column of light and landed at the end of the beam.

Everyone gathered around to look at the figures at the end of the column of light. After several glances, Negris turned his head toward Shamara and said, “This couldn't possibly be the 'good thing' you were talking about, could it?”

Chapter end

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