Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1351

Chapter 1351: Chapter 912: Capture a Live One for Questioning Chapter 1351: Chapter 912: Capture a Live One for Questioning “Where crops were thriving, nobody would first suspect that their own farming Mechanical Construct had become a spirit,” so the human just took a glance and left, stumped, planning to return in a few days.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't have the chance. His reaction had put Ange on guard, who immediately began to disguise, such as pruning roots, cutting branches, and beating the plants to suppress some visible features of the crops.

Suppressing certain traits of plants was quite common, the most common being dwarfing — transforming tall fruit trees into short shrubs to ease harvesting and reduce the nutrition consumed by branches and leaves, after all, fruit trees were only needed for their fruits, not their large and robust growth.

When the human returned the next day, the crops looked just like those in other plots, maybe even more wilted.

“I told you it was too much fertilizer, look, the roots are burnt,” the human muttered, kicking Ange, saying, “Be careful, or I'll dismantle you.”

Ange fell down as if a normal Mechanical Construct, only casting a deep glance at the man when he had left.

Ange had not taken the Monarch's advice to find a new frame. Though Ange usually didn't stir up trouble, one shouldn't forget that he had disguised himself as a Godman, an Ascetic monk, and a human before. At Anthony's, he had learned too many disguising skills.

For the next period, Ange researched this type of shrub, studying its habits and ways of planting, stealing its fruits.

“Wilted but the yield hasn't dropped; not bad, not bad,” the human said, looking contentedly at the red Crystals in the harvesting basket and kicked Ange again.

“?” Ange was full of question marks but still fell down as if by inertia. Were crops still being kicked despite not dropping in yield?

From a distance came the sound of a Wrench, “Fraser, what are you doing! You're kicking my construct again; no wonder it's always breaking down. Are you that idle? Why are your feet so restless? Do you need a wrench on them?”

Caught in the act, Fraser quickly denied, “It was over-fertilizing and burnt the roots, I was teaching it a lesson.”

In reality, it was just his idle feet. The two of them were taking care of such a large farm, where the main tasks were taken care of by Mechanical Constructs, with repairs being done by the Wrench. He just looked on, bored, kicking and hitting, knowing well that he didn't need to repair them. If damaged, they might even replace it with more advanced ones. How great was that?

The Wrench glanced at the crops, which indeed looked a bit wilted but discontentedly said, “If you used the wrong fertilizer, just tell it. Why kick it? It's just a Mechanical Construct without intelligence. Do you think it'll get scared because you kicked it? Kicking it means I have to repair it. If I see you do this again, I won't repair it; you fix it yourself.”

“If it can't be repaired, just replace it,” Fraser muttered as he walked away.

The Wrench gave Fraser a hard stare, picked up Ange, headed back to the warehouse for maintenance, then hung him on the rack to recharge while muttering,
“Replace if it can't be repaired? Watch the boss replace you next. The Commerce Guild suffered a defeat, and there's no telling if they'll have the leisure to care for us anymore. If they stop, and we run out of the store's supplies, we'll starve to death, fool.”

Commerce Guild? Defeat? Supplies?

Ange recalled the boxes of food stored in the warehouse.

At 6 PM, the Wrench couldn't wait to leave, once again leaving Ange in the warehouse.

Ange got down from the rack, fished in the joints and took out four red Crystal Stones.

Chaos Stones needed to be harvested instantly as they grew at different rates, and new Crystals matured daily. They had to be picked immediately; otherwise, the Power of Chaos in the Crystals would start being absorbed back by the plant.

The maturity rate was roughly constant, about six or seven a day, fairly even. Fourteen were harvested in two days, consistent with the usual yield, so Fraser felt fine about it as the yield hadn't dropped.

However, he didn't know. Who was in charge of planting? That was the God of Farming — there couldn't possibly be less. There could only be more, and these four were the extras.

Not to appear unusual, Ange hid the surplus Chaos Stones. Since he didn't have anywhere on his body to store them, he could only stuff them in the joints, where he couldn't hide many. He needed to figure out what to do with them, or he wouldn't know where to put the surplus from tomorrow.

How to deal with them? After thinking, Ange took a Chaos Stone and held it tightly in his right palm, intently gazing at it.

As his gaze traversed the space and landed on the Chaos Stone, it lit up briefly and then suddenly swelled into a 'Red Giant Ball,' engulfing Ange's hand.

Ange's eyes narrowed, and the Red Giant Ball immediately stabilized, only growing to the size of a watermelon. Had he not controlled it, the Red Giant Ball perhaps could have swallowed him whole.

He continued to watch as a connection of force was established between the Red Giant Ball and Ange's eyes. The Red Giant Ball turned into streams of red energy, funneled directly into Ange's eyes.

It took a full two minutes for Ange to absorb the entire Red Giant Ball. His eyes flickered once, returning to normal.

Coming back to his senses, Ange found that his right hand, including half of his wrist, had disappeared entirely, cleanly cut as if by a Space Rift.

Powerful.

As power of chaos imbued his soul, Ange was shaken to his core. Could he really absorb the power of chaos from Chaos Stones?

With thoughts racing, Ange pondered if, by utilizing this method to absorb the power of chaos, he might regain his Ancient Godlight strength?

Finally, a way to recover his strength had surfaced. Previously, Ange hadn't focused much on this, but now, without strength, he couldn't rescue Anthony, so he was forced to think of a solution.

In a corner piled with Mechanical Constructs, Ange found an intact palm and affixed it to himself, then proceeded to absorb the remaining three Chaos Stones. He tossed one Chaos Stone in front of him and watched intently.

After absorbing two Stones, only one remained. Suddenly, Ange heard a chaotic noise outside; an airship was landing in front of the warehouse.

Quickly, Ange hung himself on a rack. Before long, the warehouse doors burst open, and a group of unfamiliar Swordsmen rushed in, swiftly transporting boxes bound with Prohibitions that contained the harvested Chaos Stones.

Wrench and Fraser were in a heated debate with a Swordsman who appeared to be the leader. Wrench seemed to be asking, “What should we do? What about the supplies? What happens here? When will you return?”

Fraser, panic-stricken, cried out, “Is the Commerce Guild abandoning us? Are we leaving with you? Take us with you, take us with you!”

The lead Swordsman solemnly responded, “Of course not, why would it? The Commerce Guild is invincible, the advantage is ours. It's just a temporary shift in situation; no need for worries. Hold the rear; we'll be back soon. Supplies are momentarily unavailable; find a way to manage.”

Fraser turned pale, wanting to add something, but the lead Swordsman impatiently gripped his sword handle as a red glow emanated from him.

Ange played dead on the rack.

If the power of chaos on Wrench and Fraser was a ten, the lead Swordsman's was at least a hundred–this was just from gathering energy, not from taking action. The disparity felt like that between a novice Swordsman and an elite Swordsman.

Wrench and Fraser, silent as cicadas, no longer dared to speak. They could only watch helplessly as the Swordsmen emptied the warehouse and then raided the farm, picking also the unripe Chaos Stones.

“As I said, hold the rear, we will return soon.” With that, the Swordsman leader hastily boarded the airship and left the farm.

It was clear to anyone that the situation was dire. Wrench and Fraser exchanged glances and ran off.

Fraser remained, cursing bitterly, “So they run, calling it a shift. Damn it, would it kill them to take us? They even moved the supplies; do they want to starve us? They never treat us as humans but still expect us to hold our ground. Pah!”

Fraser grew increasingly agitated, glaring venomously at Ange on the rack, and charged over to kick him.

Ange threw the last Chaos Stone his way.

Fraser caught it instinctively, and examining it, wondered why a Mechanical Construct would suddenly throw a Chaos Stone to him. Wait, why did the Construct have a Chaos Stone?

Before he could figure it out, the Chaos Stone glowed suddenly and then exploded; Fraser knew no more.

Fraser's headless body lay on the ground; Ange climbed down from the rack, slipped into the pile of Mechanical Constructs in the corner, and pulled half of a Construct over him as cover.

The air was once again filled with noise, seemingly from Magic Waves indicating the approach of Mages. Soon after, Wrench's screams could be heard outside.

Quickly, three Mages burst in; one of them, with a surge of magic power, sent Magic Waves echoing through the warehouse like a soul scan, clear and thorough.

Yet, finding nothing, the Mages glanced at Fraser's body on the ground and departed.

Outside, a voice announced, “Reports say all Chaos Tree crops have been poisoned. Without the God of Farming, these crops are doomed; this Chaos Farm is ruined.”

Is there even a God of Farming in this world? Judging by the tone, clearly not–it was just their way of saying 'the crops are doomed.'
“What a pity, we're too late, chase them, don't let them destroy everything valuable.”

After a burst of noise, the outside grew quiet.

Ange waited a bit longer, then stealthily rose and sneaked outside, discovering Wrench's body.

Wrench had been killed by a magic strike, a hole the size of a finger punctured through his chest.

After going around the farm once more, he confirmed all the bushes had been poisoned. Digging up the ground, he saw that the roots underneath had started to blacken.

Swiftly, Ange blocked the drainage outlet, opened the irrigation, and flooded the farm, then ran back to the warehouse, dismantled the brick wall, disabled the Prohibition, and freed the Monarch.

“What a chaos, what force are these Mages? We know too little about this world. Perfect, let's capture some live ones and find out,” said the Monarch, lamenting after realizing what had transpired.

Chapter end

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