Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1179

Chapter 1179: Chapter 743: Do you want to chop down trees, or do you want to be chopped off? Chapter 1179: Chapter 743: Do you want to chop down trees, or do you want to be chopped off? “Hey, over here, look at this, tda!” Negriss went up and lashed Dimali with his tail, “What are you doing? I'm talking to you.”

“Ah? Oh! Uh.” Dimali finally snapped back to his senses and pulled his gaze away from the Goddess of Starfire and the others, humbly asking, “Do you… do you have any instructions?”

Negriss said irritably, “I asked you what's going on. Hey, are you deaf? And where are all the elves?”

“They're… inside, what's the situation? It's just this situation.” Dimali pointed at Bujaka, who was trying to sneak away but had been stopped by the Little Demon King, then trapped by the Light of Creation, and finally hammered down by the Goddess of Starfire as she leapt up.

“Is that just one Ancient God? Nothing else? Fine, lead the way to those elves, let's go, go, go.” Negriss urged.

“Oh okay…” Dimali clumsily got kicked towards the depths of the plane, his mind still reeling. The adults he had called for help seemed ridiculously strong, casually bringing out three Ancient God Hunters.

With these three Ancient God Hunters by his side, it was almost safe to traverse the Chaos Plane horizontally.

Realizing this, the huge weight on Dimali's chest lifted whooshingly. He had been worried whether Ange could really get them out.

Because even though he had moved the Shattered Plane, the journey was still fraught with endless dangers.

He used to drift slowly over the course of decades, making the Shattered Plane a common sight like fragments in the Void, slowly floating out. But then the tide suddenly surged, leaving no time for slow drifts.

Any Ancient God would be curious about a Giant Rock moving swiftly through the Void and would come over to take a look. Without sufficient protection, moving the plane would be futile.

Unexpectedly, Ange was so powerful that he brought almost the entire team of Ancient God Hunters over. See who would dare to come and trouble him now.

Once they entered the depths of the plane, everyone was met with clusters of red or blue 'flowers,' which of course weren't really flowers but a kind of fern-like plant that grew in tufts and spread outward as though they were blossoming flowers.

Surrounding them was a thick layer of moss, forming rings with the 'flowers' at the center.

Ange's eyes lit up immediately, and he strode toward one of the rings. From behind a 'flower,' a scream rang out as a raggedy-dressed elf climbed out from behind it and ran towards the back.

Dimali quickly called out, “Little Bag, don't be afraid, these are the adults who have come to rescue us.”

Elf Little Bag, hearing a familiar voice, quickly turned her head, and after confirming it was Dimali, she stopped, looking uncertainly first at Ange, then at Dimali.

Dimali drifted over, reassuring her, “Don't be afraid, they are the adults who have come to rescue us. Everyone come out; these are the adults here to save us.”

Little Bag shrank behind Dimali and whispered, “But… but… he's bones, bones that move.”

“Oh, the adult is an Undead Skeleton, an immortal undead creature, don't be afraid, the adult is here to save us.” Dimali quickly soothed her, then took a quick glance at Ange, afraid he might be offended.

However, Ange had already squatted down beside the 'flowers' and moss, not paying any attention to them.

Once Ange found something interesting, not even ten Mourning could pull him away, but no one was planning on making him do anything. Anthony and Negriss flew over, watching the elves as they emerged from their hiding places, unable to help frowning.

“Have you been mistreating them?” Negriss asked.

“Huh?” Dimali was a bit confused by the question.

It was Anthony who said, “Probably not. They're a bit tattered, but at least they have clothes. Not like the forbidden land elves wearing leaves. There are no visible injuries on their bodies, and they seem to be in good spirits.”

Comparing them to Anrus's forbidden land elves, Negriss realized, “Right, where did you get those clothes? What do you usually eat?”

“We traded for them,” Dimali said quickly, “got them from the spider-heads, and usually eat the silk moss.”

Dimali pointed to the mossy plant circles on the ground and spoke swiftly, thinking to himself, “Wow, just because the clothes are a bit tattered I almost got blamed for abuse? Are they really concerned about the elves or here to enslave them?”

Dimali's heart hung in suspense. Surely not, right? If they were here to enslave the elves, why would they care if they were mistreated? But one could never be sure; there were many peculiar beings among the Ancient Gods, some of whom took pleasure in toying with healthy specimens.

“Are any sick? Bring them here to be examined,” Anthony asked.

If there was food and clothing, they could survive temporarily. It was time to help the sick first. With countless rescue operations over the millennia, Anthony had gained a wealth of experience.

The elves, still bewildered and unaware of what was happening, uniformly turned their gazes to Dimali.

Dimali nodded and called out, “Quickly, bring the sick here, let the adults heal them.”

Although Dimali couldn't fathom why Ange and the others valued elves so much, for the moment, there seemed no ill intent. Dimali had no choice but to cooperate.

Healing, for the current Ange, was a piece of cake. He needed only a fraction of his attention and simply flicked his finger, sending out light balls into the patients, curing most common diseases and injuries.

For specific serious conditions, such as cancer, immune diseases, and congenital conditions, more effort was needed, but even those were no match for Ange. After treating a dozen patients, Ange also understood the luminous ferns and silk moss on the ground.

Luminous ferns and Luminous Moss are almost the same, but the ferns are a bit more extreme, emitting only blue and red light, with the red light even accompanied by heat, able to warm up the nearby silk moss.

The moment the red light began to emit, the Fire Elements around started to become active, the heat must have been generated through these Fire Elements, it was a kind of magic plant.

That's fantastic, Ange's previous Luminous Moss didn't produce heat, and in many cases couldn't be used, requiring additional light sources, so for some applications using Luminous Moss, it was necessary to build Illumination Magic Arrays.

Now with this kind of magic luminous ferns, Luminous Moss could be phased out or even used to feed the Minotaurs.

Happily, Ange started harvesting the spores of the luminous ferns when the Little Demon King came running in with two scythe-like forelimbs on his back, “My Lord, these arms are a fine thing, very sharp. I offer them to you.”

Ange was somewhat bewildered as he accepted the scythe arms with Spirit Touch. Bujaka's forelimbs were several times bigger than Ange's entire body. What use could they be?

Anthony couldn't help asking, “What did you guys do with the Ancient Gods you captured before?”

The Little Demon King was stunned for a moment, “How to deal with them? Of course, chop them up and then skin the useful parts.”

Negriss cringed, “Isn't that too wasteful? Look at these scythe-shaped forelimbs, they'd be perfect for harvesting grains, right? But they're too large, they can't cut grains; still, they should be good for chopping trees. Chop them off? That's just a waste.”

“Ah?” The Little Demon King hesitated, “But… but…”

Unable to say anything else, he turned and ran back outside, quickly dragging in Bujaka, who was barely alive with both arms severed, alongside Starfire Creation.

“My Lord said it's a waste to chop you up, wants you to chop trees instead. Would you rather chop trees or be chopped up?” the Little Demon King asked.

Initially despairing, Bujaka's eyes widened suddenly, a hopeful light flashing in them. Could there be such a good thing? It couldn't be a joke, could it?

Seeing his hesitation, the Little Demon King frowned in dissatisfaction, frightening Bujaka into hurriedly saying, “I'll chop trees, chop trees, anything is fine, just don't chop me up, don't chop me up.”

Ange handed back the scythe arms, opened the Bronze Book, and threw a Blank God Statue to Dimali, then turned the Bronze Book upside down and gave it a shake. Nothing left?

“The Blank God Statues are gone. Create one for Starfire and the last one went to Dimali. Now what, you want to give one to this mantis monster? What for? A waste,” Negriss inquired.

“Control,” Ange replied.

“Oh, right, controlling through God Status, they're not Undead, not Gods, regular control methods aren't reliable. Do you have any more Blank God Statues?” Negriss asked.

“Not mature yet,” Ange replied, as he had cultivated a large number of God Flowers, but growing God Statues wasn't that easy. The current batch of God Statues were only available because he had forced them during the Faith Storm.

“Oh? Find a way to accelerate their maturation. If you have a bunch of Blank God Statues, wouldn't you be able to give one to an Ancient God you catch and then make them work the fields for you?” The possibility excited Negriss to the point where his eyes sparkled.

“We need a Faith Storm,” Ange remarked.

Negriss clapped his back fiercely, “The Light Balls the Demon Palace shot out were wasted earlier. Those are Faith Storms, why didn't you use them to create God Statues, all converted into Elf Beans, such a waste.”

Ange said, “The flowers weren't here.”

The God Flowers were planted in the Resting Palace and another batch in the Forest of the Gods outside Goddess of Beauty City. However, those in the Forest of the Gods that had grown God Statues were already languishing because of neglect, and it was uncertain whether they would survive.

In any case, there were plenty of seeds. Ange couldn't stay in Goddess of Beauty City just because of a batch of God Flowers and simply let them become part of the natural cycle.

“Besides Faith Storm, is there any other way to mature God Statues?” Negriss asked.

“Divine Tree Core,” Ange scratched his head as he answered.

This was another effect of the Divine Tree Core that he had recently discovered. With its powerful Life Force, combined with his Element Conversion, it could accelerate the maturation of God Status.

Anthony couldn't resist asking, “Wouldn't believers work? To grow God Statues, shouldn't we use a large number of devout followers? We just rescued many humans and elves who, if whipped by Demons, would also be very devout. Couldn't we use them to stimulate the growth of God Statues?”

Ange shook his head: “It contains impurities.”

Anthony suddenly understood; devout followers would naturally have strong beliefs, and in comparison with a 'blank' God Statue, those would be considered impurities.

Negriss immediately became distressed, “Then we'll have to look for the Divine Tree Core, but where can we find it? After so many years, haven't many of them rotted away? The last time we issued a bounty, nobody claimed it, did they, Dimali? And even if you do find it, it still needs to be used by the Little Sapling. Where would we get enough for God Statues?”

Hearing his name, the Little Sapling popped up from Ange's shoulder, gesturing with its leaves to send a message: Full–ah–full–ah–.

Negriss nodded, “Alright, alright, I get it, you're still full and haven't digested yet, but it has to be saved for you.”

Dimali looked at Little Sapling, then at Ange, and hesitantly asked, “Is this… is this the World Tree?”

“Oh, right. This is Little Sapling.” Negriss introduced, “You know the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms? It's the grand-shoot of that tree.”

Finally recognizing why Ange and his companions cared about the elves, Dimali realized that they had indeed come to rescue them.

Upon this realization, Dimali no longer hesitated to say to Negriss, “My Lord, if you are looking for the Divine Tree Core, I happen to know where some are.”

Chapter end

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