Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1155

Chapter 1155: Chapter 719: Why is the plot a bit off? Chapter 1155: Chapter 719: Why is the plot a bit off? But Carson immediately realized that someone was faster than her. A row of Holy Light missiles chased after the Magma Fireball, the first one striking the fireball in mid-air, causing it to burst and leaving the remaining Holy Lights without a target, whooshing far away.

This is saturation bombing, isn't it?

Then, a roar was heard, “Turus! You burnt my fields!”

Ange was seen carrying a huge scythe, followed by Little Angel and Little Zombie, thundering forward.

The rest, wearing bitter smiles and having no choice, quickly followed suit.

While flying, Negris cursed, “Dead Skull, you used to have to see a Demon, now just seeing a fireball makes you explode? How many Demons has he killed and yet his anger still hasn't subsided?”

Anthony replied with a wry smile, “The first time is always the most memorable; the Fishmen from the Light Sea Plane also burnt the Lord's fields, but I never saw the Lord hold such a grudge against them.”

Negris cursed, “If the Turus' Hell had any consciousness, it would surely regret why it had to act rashly.”

Upon entering the tribe, they saw Ange with Little Angel and Little Zombie, turning everything upside down, while a group of Elves and a bunch of Little Inferior Demons stood huddled together, trembling.

“What's going on? Ange, what are you looking for?” Negris asked, puzzled by Ange's rummaging.

Ange, flipping over a piece of bark and not looking back, replied, “Turus.”

Negris, annoyed, said, “When did you see Turus? You just saw a fireball. Is it possible that these Little Inferior Demons did it?”

Ange's gaze turned to a Little Inferior Demon holding a small flame, he asked confusedly, “Turus?”

The Little Inferior Demon might be the best at reading expressions in their species because those who didn't know how to had died out, so upon hearing Ange's question, sensing something was wrong, it frantically shook its head and then rubbed the flame on its trousers, extinguishing it.

The Magma Fireball was not cast by a Demon but these Little Inferior Demons, yet Ange didn't take these Little Inferior Demons for Turus responsible for burning his fields; after all, they were far too small.

Trying to change the subject urgently, Negris inquired, “What about the fields? Your tender Jute fields? Are they alright? Did they get burnt?”

Carson, glimpsing at a neatly arranged rows of vines in the distance, remarked, “No, the tender Jute is fine, wasn't burnt. Oh, Big Carson, Little Carson, my children, are you all okay?”

The fields were fine? Ange's anger subsided considerably, and he hurried over to the vines for inspection.

Anthony also breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it wasn't a Lava Demon like Turus; it was just some Little Inferior Demons, and Ange hadn't categorized these skinny, shorter than a Goblin Little Inferior Demons as 'field burners'.

Still, the Little Inferior Demons were attendants of a Devil. Which Devil could it be? Could there be a Demon nearby, given only Demon blood could spawn lower-class Demons?

Anthony quickly summoned Carson, who reassured the tribespeople and conveyed that 'the Great Elf came to visit,' causing the whole Ziya Tribe to erupt in excitement.

The group of Little Inferior Demons realized they were unnoticed and tried to sneak away, but before they could get far, a cute, rosy-cheeked little girl stopped them and, thrilled, punched them right in their eye sockets, sending them flying back swollen-faced.

Little Inferior Demons were the best at sensing moods; from the moment Ange burst in, they knew he was not someone they could provoke, and they immediately halted in their tracks.

Now being pummeled by the Little Angel, they sensed danger more keenly, landing with a thud and not daring to even cry out, they quickly rolled over and knelt.

Their companions, seeing the cute yet fierce Little Angel, knelt promptly too.

It was the right decision, as behind Little Angel, Little Zombie was already in the Earth Charge stance, ready to plow the Little Inferiors aside, and Lightning's horn was pulsating, ready to deliver a high-voltage 'massage' to the Little Inferior Demons.

Seeing how obedient the Little Inferior Demons were now, they deflated instantly; truly dull.

Carson ran over to answer Anthony's question, “A demon? Not a demon, but an ancient god. This is his territory, and he appears here from time to time. We call him the Devil. The creatures around here, the Little Inferior Demons, are the Devil's attendants. They always follow behind the Devil, picking up things to eat; however, the Devil doesn't seem to like them very much.”

“However, the Devil hasn't appeared for over half a year now. With the Devil not wandering around, we have had more time to tend to the young cannabis, so this year's harvest was much better.” Carson said.

“Doesn't like them? Doesn't like the Little Inferior Demons, then this demon's rank must be very high, only demons of a high rank would disdain the racket of these Little Inferior Demons. Or is it an ancient god? Do you know his name?” Anthony asked.

Carson replied, “It seems to be called something like 'Purgatory Twins.'”
“Pfft, the Great Devil or the Little Devil? That's quite the coincidence,” Anthony asked, laughing and crying.

This question clearly exceeded what Carson could answer; he looked at Anthony blankly, having no idea about the Great or Little Devil.

Anthony also knew it was difficult for him to answer; the ancient gods were too distant from Carson's world. It was already rather impressive that he knew about the Purgatory Twins; even if the Purgatory Twins appeared right before him, he wouldn't be able to tell them apart.

“Let's gather everyone. How many people are in your tribe? Divide them into groups of ten and give each group one Fruit of Life. Let's also have some quick-growing vegetables, Fire Dragon Fruit, Axe Potato beet greens with dates, chopped up with a bit of soy sauce dressing. How does that sound? Are you used to this way of eating? You elves should like it. Personally, I'd have to add grilled tuna and tender beef; I'm not used to eating just plain vegetables,” Anthony called out.

Sharing a meal is the best way to build relationships. Didn't you see that, after chewing through more than a dozen Fruits of Life, Anrus's loyalty to the Great Elf wavered? If he intended to protect this group of elves, winning their affection as quickly as possible was paramount.

However, his casual invitation brought a massive shock to Carson and the entire Ziya Tribe–Fruits of Life? Vegetable salad? Grilled tuna and tender beef?

Though they had never eaten such things, they sounded delicious, probably tastier than the young cannabis which they chewed and spat out.

The elves of the Ziya Tribe were gathered, and a meal was organized. Anrus and other elves from the forbidden area also took the opportunity to join in on the vegetable salad feast, albeit without any Fruits of Life.

The two groups of elves shared a meal and also exchanged latest events, learning critical concepts like the Kingdom of Gods, emissaries, Plane Elves, missions, and the rescue of the Divine Tree Elves from the forbidden area elves.

The news from their own kind was certainly more credible than if it had come from outsiders like Ange. By the time the meal ended, they were completely convinced of the identity Anthony had crafted for himself.

But it wasn't completely made up either–two Divine Trees were right on Ange's shoulders, he simply needed to commission a task, and would Gailard disagree? Did the queen no longer wish to rule?

After arranging things for the elves, Anthony finally went to Ange, “Lord, I originally wanted to wait for our people to arrive before making preparations, but if we want to protect these elves and the young cannabis, we need someone familiar with the area to lead us. The elves said this might be the territory of the Purgatory Twins, Lord. Please summon the Little Devil King.”

Ange nodded and sent a message through the Soul Network to a lonely node.

Before long, a huge and ferocious figure slowly appeared in the distance of the void, tracing a blood-red streak, slowly moving towards us.

“Hisss–Is this the Little Devil King? What does he want to do? Why is he in battle form? Is he coming to beat us up? His battle form is so huge, at least a hundred meters tall, right?” Negris exclaimed in surprise.

Anthony smiled and said, “He's showing us his strength. He was soul branded by the Lord out of the blue, and he's definitely not pleased about it. He's taking this chance to showcase his strength to elevate his status and value. Unfortunately, his little scheme is going to waste.”

As he spoke, he glanced behind at Ange, who was busy handling the young cannabis, only looking up once at the sight of the Little Devil King before returning his attention back to the cannabis.

As the Little Devil King approached in his battle form, the previously cowering Little Inferior Demons became excited, chattering noisily toward the elves.

And the elves themselves were panicking as well–this wasn't the Devil they usually saw, which was just a normal-sized humanoid. What had happened? Was it because these Little Inferior Demons had been captured that the Devil was angry? Was their tribe about to be destroyed?

Just as the Little Inferior Demons were excited and the elves were despairing, the Little Devil King in his battle form slowly closed in. When at a certain distance, he suddenly shrank, accelerating toward the junction of two vines, and by the time he landed, he had returned to his normal humanoid form.

As soon as he landed, a bloody red mist immediately spread out. Stimulated by the red mist, the Little Inferior Demons began screaming excitedly, gesticulating at Ange and the others, seemingly demanding the Little Devil King to take revenge for them.

A few impatient Little Inferior Demons even held their hands in the air as if holding something, as Magma Fireballs formed in their palms.

Just then, the Little Devil King suddenly kneeled on one knee, respectfully calling out, ” Devil King of Purgatory, I pay my respects to Lord Ange.”

The Little Inferior Demons, who were gesturing and eagerly forming fireballs, were now stunned in place, unsure of what to make of the situation, as the plot seemed to have taken an unexpected turn.

Chapter end

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