Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1374

Chapter 1374: Chapter 935: Aren't You Curious About Who I Am? Chapter 1374: Chapter 935: Aren't You Curious About Who I Am? The soul of the Undead is the most important, so no matter what form the body takes, the Mourning Soul cannot become the Black Crystal Soul.

“Soul Strength is the most important, but this damned place has too little breath of death,” the Monarch said with distress.

Indeed, it is too little. It cannot compare to inside the death zone of the Star Burst Plane, nor to the Resting Abyss. The breath of death in Chaotic Burial Mound is considered dense, yet on his first day, the Monarch nearly cleared out all the lingering Breath of Death.

If it were a world like the Star Burst Plane, the Monarch would have gathered all the deceased souls long ago, found a place with poor airflow, sparse moisture, and dry conditions to lie the corpses, amassing a large number of corpses, which would have generated the breath of death much faster.

But the creatures in this world are too vicious. The territory established by the Monarch when he first arrived was even pushed over by a mercenary group, which is utterly embarrassing.

“Hahaha, you were pushed over by a mercenary? Hahaha, you were pushed over by a mercenary group, hahaha, lalala…” Negris finally seized the opportunity; his manifested phantom rolled around on the ground, holding its belly laughing.

At this moment, it deeply regretted that Lightning was not its follower. If it had Lightning's sharp tongue, it could definitely infuriate the Old Immortal to the point of spitting out bone fragments.

The Monarch picked up the Yellow Mud Book and walked outside.

Negris sensed something was wrong and asked anxiously, “What are you going to do? Where are you going? You Old Immortal, put me down quickly.”

“I'm going to find a compost pit to enrich their knowledge.”

“Don't do it; compost doesn't need knowledge!”

With Negris around, Ange had a much quieter life. Many things didn't need to be said, as it could help explain them, even keeping the Monarch sweet-talked, so no one would disturb Ange from farming.

Through selection and breeding, Ange developed a very short Tree of the Dead, which almost lay growing among the moss. If one did not look carefully, it was hard to distinguish it from the moss.

“What is he doing? This Tree of the Dead is so short, and the fruits it bears are so small, can they be tasty? Why not choose those trees that bear the biggest fruits?” the Monarch asked in bafflement.

Negris 'cleverly' replied, “The crops are small, consuming less nutrients, with stronger survival ability. Look, in the desert, tall plants cannot grow, only those low shrubs can thrive. As for the small fruits, maybe they are not meant for eating.”

“Not meant for eating? Then they are used to collect the breath of death? Can this work?” The Monarch's soul was invigorated.

He was concerned about the little Soul Energy here and its difficult collection, wondering if a change in perspective, a way to grow Soul Energy, could immediately solve his concern?

“How would I know? Ange is the professional in farming; whether it can grow or not, you have to ask him. But he has not even started planting yet, what it can turn into, no one knows,” Negris said.

With Ange's diligent work, the dwarfed Trees of the Dead gradually covered the entire valley.

Lise simply used moss as a base, watering it with overnight graveyard water, which resulted in malnutrition of the Trees of the Dead.

Through comparative experiments, Ange found that the best effect was obtained by mixing bone powder with hair.

Chaotic Burial Mound has not much, but bones and hair are plentiful.

Taking the opportunity of the deep silence of the night, with a few kicks from the Monarch, the corpses would crawl out of the pits.

Plucking their own hair, picking up stones to smash their limbs to dust, mixing them with hair, mud, and moss, covered by fallen leaves, then heaped with decomposing soil.

After finishing all this, only half of the body remained; the corpses used their hands to crawl back into the pit, scraping the surrounding soil with their hands, burying themselves, and retracting their hand bones as if they had never crawled out.

The only imperfection was the hole left by the retracting hand bones, which needed the Monarch to step on it to seal the hole.

“Why do you have to step on it yourself? Why not summon a good one to step on it, seal the hole, and then bury that good one,” Negris said.

“Eh, that makes sense, you've gotten smarter, Negris,” the Monarch said in surprise.

The decomposed base fertilizer was formed into a clump, finding some tree roots, crevices, and deadwood to stuff into corner spots, poking a small hole, inserting the sapling.

After a month of hard work by Ange, every corner of the Chaotic Burial Mound was filled with these dwarf fruit trees, resilient like tenacious little trees, stretching out from any crack they could grow in.

The first batch pruned had even produced fruit the size of fingers, and when the Monarch approached and inhaled, the pure breath of death was immediately swept away.

Comparing them, the Monarch said: “The amount of breath of death isn't much different from the large fruits inside the tomb, but these grow much faster, bearing fruit in just a month.”

“Moreover, if you don't pick them, leaving the fruits on the tree, they continue to condense the breath of death, which is so convenient. If the entire graveyard were filled with these trees, we'd never worry about lacking Soul Energy,” Negris exclaimed in shock.

“Right, I'll come back tomorrow and try inhaling again,” the Monarch said.

The next morning at dawn, the Monarch arrived at the original few trees and inhaled forcefully.

After careful comparison, the Monarch said: “It's about half of the first time, and very pure, hardly needing any digestion at all.”

While speaking, the Monarch removed the arm armor, revealing a pitch-black arm bone, which had a layer of Black Crystal plating and some specks were forming on it.

“Eh, has it chaos-merged? Isn't the Black Crystal just plated? Can it undergo chaos-merging?” Negris asked in surprise.

The Monarch nodded: “Yes, once chaos-merged, the Black Crystal Fragments will fuse into one piece, its strength not weaker than before. Unfortunately, there's not enough Black Crystal, otherwise covering my whole body would greatly accelerate my strength recovery.”

“Yes, where do these Black Crystals come from anyway? There's one on Ange's chest,” Negris asked.

“It's harvested from constructions like Ange, they are planting constructs from the Divine Light Association, which must have a lot of these Black Crystals, otherwise they wouldn't use them even in planting constructs,” the Monarch muttered.

Just then, while Ange was pruning the Tree of the Dead, he suddenly looked up sharply towards a corner.

A 'huge rabbit' darted out of that corner, hopping swiftly into the distance.

“There's a strong conscious reaction, it's not a rabbit,” the Monarch said gravely, and with a forceful stomp, he pounced in the direction the rabbit had sprung towards.

When the Monarch was still, he seemed like an old farmer, squatting by everyday watching Ange farm. But when he moved, he was like a massive cannon, while the rabbit had leapt several tens of meters, the Monarch pounced like a cannonball towards the rabbit's position.

Landing with a crunch, the Monarch plowed a trench in the ground, incidentally tossing a few tombstones aside, but before that, the rabbit abruptly darted away again, vanishing like a flash.

Ange suddenly reached out with his right hand, grabbing forward, and at the same time, scales surged on his arm, transforming into a golden dragon claw which forcibly pierced through the air and grasped something, yanking it out.

In the dragon claw now clutched a large, fluffy fat rabbit.

“Wow, Dragon God Transformation? You can transform into a Dragon God now?” Negris said excitedly.

God, this was huge news; being able to transform into a Dragon God meant that Ange now had some means to protect himself.

Ange shook his head: “Just the hand.”

“Is it because of the crystal plating? Looks like we need to hurry with the Black Crystal issue,” the Monarch ran back: “What's up with this fat rabbit? I didn't even see clearly how it moved just now.”

“Divine Fragments,” Ange said.

“Indeed, it's Divine Fragments, and it has an attached consciousness. Judging by its eyes, it seems intelligent. It seems like it heard everything we said, what do we do? Kill it?” the Monarch asked.

Ange nodded.

The rabbit suddenly widened its eyes in terror, shouting: “Don't kill me, I know where there's Black–”
It couldn't finish its sentence, as the Monarch's hand had already tightened, almost breaking its neck.

Fortunately, it shouted quickly, and the Monarch relaxed his grip slightly on its neck: “Black what? Black Crystal? You know where there are Black Crystals?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I know where there are Black Crystals,” it said, then gave a bitter smile: “Why are you so fierce, aren't you curious who I am?”

Chapter end

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