Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1352

Chapter 1352: Chapter 913: Hindering Him from Planting Trees, Annoying Chapter 1352: Chapter 913: Hindering Him from Planting Trees, Annoying The ground of the farm had been skimmed, heavily polluted sections were excavated, repeatedly soaked in water to dilute, and a deep pit was dug near the drain to let the contaminated water infiltrate there, avoiding retention at the roots.

Five days later, the condition of the crops stabilized, and thirty percent of the Chaos Trees were saved.

The Monarch floated over, surprised, and said, “You actually managed to save them, I can feel the breath of life, impressive.”

Although Ange's knowledge of planting was instilled by the Monarch, the Monarch himself was only at the level of an old farmer, quite good at managing a garden, but no match for the God of Farming.

Ange didn't think much of it, trivial matter, and then asked, “Lord, the body?”

There were only two corpses in the farm, one was Fraser's headless corpse, the other was Wrench's corpse. To keep a 'live subject,' the Monarch did not possess Wrench's body, but resurrected him instead.

Since Fraser's headless corpse couldn't be possessed, the Monarch was still in a soul state.

During these five days, while waiting for Wrench's resurrection to succeed, the Monarch left the farm to search everywhere, wanting to find a body, but came back empty-handed, apparently still without any yield.

As expected, the Monarch said dejectedly, “Couldn't find one, searched everywhere, this is just a very small Abyss Dimension, probably doesn't even stretch a hundred kilometers in circumference. To leave here, one can only do so via an Airship or a Teleportation Array, beyond the farm is a desert, only this area has soil and water, let alone a body, there's not even a single Wraith outside.”

Ange nodded, this place must be a specially developed site for planting Chaos Stones, originally without people, naturally, there would be no bodies.

Now the only intact body left was Wrench's, just then, the body of Wrench placed on the field ridge moved a bit.

“Eh, awake so soon? Only five days, not bad, the soul is very tenacious,” the Monarch wondered, and quickly floated towards Wrench's location.

Undead Sacrifice needed five to seven days, the more tenacious the soul, the shorter the required time, and the more memories that could be retained. Now that Wrench had awakened in just five days, this was a good sign.

Wrench faintly woke up, and upon opening his eyes, he saw a Mechanical Construct and a face, the face looking at him kindly and asking, “Are you awake? The resurrection was very successful, how do you feel?”

…
Wrench was a bit at a loss, he had died, and then come back to life, becoming an Undead?

The mass of Mourning Soul in front of him, was originally the soul of the Soul Charger, had it resurrected him, thus becoming the master of his soul, controlling his own soul?

This Mechanical Construct beside him, had it become sentient?

Sitting stunned for several minutes, Wrench couldn't accept the changes, but the Monarch wasn't patient to wait any longer, and asked:
“What are those Wizards? What force do you belong to? Why did they want to kill you? What is your status? What is this place? What purpose do those planted Chaos Stones serve…”
Under the Soul Contact, Wrench couldn't not answer, and quickly told everything he knew.

“Those are from the Friel Empire Magician Group, we are from the Divine Light Association, currently at war with the Friel Empire, this place is an automated Mechanical Construct planting Chaos Stone Farm, Chaos Stones are an energy resource, all weapons, Mechanical Constructs, and transportation vehicles of our Divine Light Association use Chaos Stones,” Wrench said.

“Mechanical Constructs use Chaos Stones too? Then why do the farm's Constructs use Chaos Stones on one side and need to charge souls?” the Monarch asked, surprised.

Wrench hesitated for a moment and whispered, “It's cheaper.”

“…” That makes sense, replenishing Soul Energy is cheaper, and it can also be restored. A Mourning Soul leading a bunch of Mechanical Constructs saves a lot of costs for the farm. The Chaos Stones grown are meant to supply the front lines; if the farm's Constructs used them up, there would be less to send to the front lines.

“You are from the Divine Light Association? You, a commerce guild, are fighting with an empire? What kind of commerce guild is this?” the Monarch was stunned and wondered, are human commerce guilds this powerful?

Or is this empire different from those in the Master Plane? Just the size of a village town?

“Of course, our Divine Light Association rules over dozens of planes, governs billions of people, and is economically developed, technologically advanced, and resource-rich, what's a broken empire in comparison,” Wrench boasted.

“So, you still died?” the Monarch was quite good at hitting where it hurt.

Wrench suddenly wilted and said sheepishly, “Better not to stray too far from the rear. Difficult to supply otherwise, or else how could we have lost?”

The Divine Light Association's expedition against the Friel Empire essentially failed this time. The destruction of the front-line farms meant not having enough energy resources to support military operations unless another similar cultivation farm was established as a supply point; otherwise, the Guild's Airships couldn't fly that far.

The Monarch continued to ask many questions, basically extracting all that Wrench knew, and finally asked, “Alright, I'm done asking, do you have any last words? Take care of them, I'll send you on your way.”

“Send me on my way? Are you letting me go?” Wrench didn't understand what 'send me on my way' meant.

“No, it means sending you to die,” the Monarch said.

“Ah? I'm already dead, and now I have to die again?” Wrench asked in shock.

The Monarch shrugged helplessly, “Can't help it, can't find a body here, just need to borrow your body for a while; otherwise, my soul can't grow just floating around like this.”

“Body? You want to possess and become a skeleton or a zombie? I know where there are bodies, don't kill me, I'll take you to them.”

Wrench led the Monarch and Ange a few kilometers away from the farm to a gravel area without any markings, pointing to the ground, “There were many slaves and prisoners of war who died during the opening of the farm, all buried here.”

The Monarch glanced down, indeed there were some things that could respond to his soul below, far from the farm, buried quite deep, with no markings at all, no wonder he hadn't discovered them. Five days weren't enough to search every inch of ground.

With a thought from the Monarch, the skeletal remains below gradually crawled out, quite a number indeed, thirty to forty bodies, perhaps due to the dry climate, most were just mummified.

It didn't matter, the Monarch chose a relatively good skeleton, and the soul burrowed into the skull, stabilizing its attachment. The Monarch shook his head, and the toughened flesh on his body began to fall off in chunks.

The Monarch had grown from a skeleton to a Black Crystal, but he still preferred being a skeleton rather than a flesh-covered Necromancer.

After the Monarch had integrated with the skeleton, he looked around and saw that Ange made no move.

“Why aren't you changing skeletons? Is it because you don't like any?” the Monarch asked, puzzled.

Ange shook his head, “No change, Mechanical Construct, disguise.”

Ange's current appearance as a Mechanical Construct indeed confused people, but “Without changing skeletons, it will be hard for you to regain your strength. The construct body is too fragile.”

Ange shook his head, “King, saved, me, play, play broke, go home.”

“… I was hoping you'd join me in chopping people down. Right, you've already rescued me, it's time to go back. Do you want to mess around with those Chaos Trees and then go back? That works too.”

At that moment, Ange and the Monarch both looked up towards the sky in the direction of the farm and saw a red airship descending from the sky.

“An airship is landing, which side is it from?” the Monarch asked.

“From the Friel Empire, we don't have this type of airship,” Wrench answered.

“Hide, hide, the airship can see us, we're in trouble, there's nowhere to hide here,” the Monarch said anxiously.

Ange said, “Lie down.”

He quickly pushed the Monarch and Wrench to the ground and started digging holes in the sandy ground, burying them, and then methodically continued to bury the remaining bodies.

The airship soon spotted Ange as there was no cover for a few kilometers around the farm, and from their high vantage point, the moving Ange was easy to spot. The airship circled over Ange's head.

Seeing Ange burying bodies, someone from the airship loudly said, “It's a planting Mechanical Construct from the farm, executing a burial program.”

“Why would there be a burial program?” another voice asked.

“Of course, there's a burial program. Otherwise, how would you handle the rotting materials contaminating the water source and breeding bacteria? Didn't you see it chose a spot far from the farm? Say what you want about the Divine Light Association, but their construct technology is seriously smart.”

Buried in the ground, Wrench couldn't help but comment: Is this smart? It's cunning and deceitful.

“How should we deal with it?” someone on the airship asked.

Another voice paused for a while, then said, “Ignore it, we are just patrolling, looking for any lingering enemies, no need to bother with anything else.”

As they spoke, the airship adjusted its direction and flew towards the farm, but just as it was leaving, something fell from the airship.

Arriving above the farm, a few soldiers and wizards descended and scouted the area, finding nothing before they left.

Quite lucky, really. If they had still been there, the airship would have trapped them inside the farm.

After the airship left, Ange ran over and picked up the object that had fallen from the airship.

The Monarch and Wrench came over to look, and Wrench, not recognizing it, asked, “What is this?”

“A delivery locating Imprint. It looks like someone on the airship wanted to keep something for themselves,” the Monarch explained.

Some planting constructs, while possibly unappealing to noble wizards, could be a windfall for patrolling soldiers; marking the location and then delivering it to be collected.

Cleaning up the battlefield, items listed belonged as spoils of war, unlisted ones were extra loot–finders keepers, untraceable, quietly taken, profits secretly shared, nearly an unspoken rule on the battlefield.

After figuring out what it was used for, Ange placed it back on the ground, and sure enough, the next evening, the delivery Imprint activated and a space passage split open, a large logging Mechanical Construct crawled through.

From a distance, the Monarch, buried in the ground, eyes peeking out, whispered, “Another space passage. Is spatial magic very advanced in this world? Always opening space passages?”

Wrench, not understanding, asked, “How else would they come through?”

“By teleportation delivery, it uses much less energy than tearing open a stable space passage,” the Monarch explained.

Wrench blinked blankly.

“Have you never heard of a Teleportation Array?” the Monarch asked, puzzled.

Wrench blankly asked, “Isn't teleportation opening a Space Gate?”

The difference between the two worlds was clearly laid out, the Monarch muttered 'waste' and skipped the topic, planning to study it later.

The space passage closed, and a goblin poked its head out from the chest of the high Mechanical Construct, looked left and right to check the direction, then drove towards the farm.

The Monarch and Wrench quietly followed, while Ange, with his current appearance, was already hiding in the warehouse, safer among the construct piles.

Moreover, whether safe or not didn't matter; he had already rescued the King. If captured, he would simply retreat. He remained primarily for the crops that could grow Chaos Stones.

However, many things were getting in the way of his tree planting, which was annoying.

Chapter end

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