Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 967

Chapter 967: Chapter 537: It Seems Like He Treats Us as His Own People_2 Chapter 967: Chapter 537: It Seems Like He Treats Us as His Own People_2 What environmental change would not negatively affect plants and yet would require them to adapt?

Gravity.

Gravity is omnipresent, yet not essential for crop growth; on the contrary, in order to resist it, crops have to invest a great deal of nutrients to grow tall and sturdy, which supports their growth. Breeding in the void precisely eliminates this factor.

Of course, those strange fluctuations in the void are also a cause of mutation, breeding in the void tends to result in an especially high probability of producing bizarre varieties.

Mutations could be favorable or unfavorable; it suffices to discard the unfavorable ones, as they are mere vegetables and fruits, valued for growing quickly, having large yields, being tasty and nutritious.

Under Tom's meticulous care, a giant field of vegetables and fruits had emerged inside the grow sphere.

“You can even grow crops in the void? Is there any place you can't plant?” Negris was impressed.

Ange cocked his head and hadn't said anything when Negris hastily interrupted:
“Fine, fine, I don't want to know where you can't plant. We are not here to farm.”

Negris was adamant about not letting the conversation continue; otherwise, it could easily lead to an accident, as the Dead Skull would find somewhere else to grow things.

Just then, an owl flapped vigorously outside the grow sphere.

Negris opened the door of the grow sphere and let it in.

“Bloodline boiling, bloodline boiling, have you heard it? Have you heard the call of the Giant Dragon?” Silba asked excitedly.

Negris spread his hands, “Do I look like my bloodline could boil right now?”

“So the Giant Dragons aren't entirely extinct, and there's still bloodline passing on, what a pity. They taught me a type of Dragon Language Magic through bloodline resonance, told me to study it well and come to fetch me later. Do you want to know what kind of Dragon Language Magic it is?” Silba said excitedly.

Negris sneered, “Could it be…Y=&#…*Y=(#&@*Y=*…”

Silba was confused, “Didn't you say you couldn't resonate with the bloodline? Why do you know this?”

Negris explained the situation with the Gold Dragon Fish Doroc, then added, “Although I know this Dragon Language Magic, because of my size, I can't speak the Dragon Language or produce it, and I don't know its purpose.”

Silba quickly said, “I know what it does. Come here.”

Ange and the others entered the void, and Negris held his breath so long that his face turned red and his ears crimson, until Ange couldn't stand to watch and patted his head.

A transparent shield enveloped Negris.

“Huh, Peacekeeping can be used this way too?” Negris breathed easily and said, somewhat surprised.

Meanwhile, Silba had begun to transform. The tiny owl rapidly expanded, swiftly grew scales, fangs, and a long neck projected out, opening its huge mouth, and finally transforming into a massive Black Giant Dragon over fifty to sixty meters long.

The real Dragon Language, resonating through the belly of the Giant Dragon, turned into a deep Dragon Language that spread out. It is important to note that this is the void, where theoretically no sound should be heard. However, the breath exhaled by the Giant Dragon became the medium for transmitting sound.

After the Dragon Language, there was no visible change in Silba, but it normally opened and closed its huge mouth, then, a sound as if in resonance arose in Negris's ears:
“This is the effect, allowing us to breathe and speak in the void. Can you hear what I'm saying?”

Was the magic taught by the Giant Dragon Clan through bloodline resonance actually a type of magic that allows one to breathe and speak in the void?

Silba recast the spell, but this time the target was Negris.

Negris just felt his breathing ease as if decades of sinusitis were suddenly cured–breathing smoothly and feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

“Why?” Negris asked incredulously, “No wonder Doroc couldn't make it work, this Dragon Language Magic is clearly designed for survival in the void. Why would the Giant Dragons create such magic?”

“Don't know, maybe the Dragon Clan has moved to the void,” Silba replied offhand.

Negris slapped his side and excitedly said, “Yes, that's right, the Dragon Clan moved into the Void, or into some sort of airless Plane, so they had to create this kind of magic. By the way, what's this magic called? Void Breathing Technique?”

“No, with such an arrogant nature, the Dragon Clan of course calls it the Dragon Clan Breathing Technique,” Silba said.

“Uh, who talks about themselves like that? You're also from the Dragon Clan, but you are indeed quite arrogant,” Negris retorted.

Silba nonchalantly shrugged, the most arrogant one calling someone else arrogant had no sting in it, and casually he pointed towards a direction in the Void, “I feel that the Dragon Clan should be in that direction…”

Speaking of this, Silba suddenly stopped, furrowing his brow and showing a slightly uncomfortable expression.

After a while, Silba recovered and with a furrowed brow said, “It's Bloodline Resonance again, the Dragon Clan is summoning all the Giant Dragons to protect the Dragon Ball.”

“Dragon Ball? What's that? Never heard of it,” Negris exclaimed.

Being a God of Knowledge and also an ancestor of the Dragon Clan, there was hardly anything in the Giant Dragon Clan that Negris didn't know about, yet now a 'Dragon Ball' suddenly popped up out of nowhere? And calling all the Giant Dragons to protect it?

What was that thing, could it be some new item created by the Giant Dragons in this Plane?

Silba shook his head, “I don't know either.”

Having been busy with something until now, Ange finally looked up and pointed at Negris's eyes, saying, “The eyes of the Dragon God.”

Negris took a sharp breath… then realized he couldn't breathe…

The eyes of the Dragon God? Kvada, did the Dragon Clan here actually possess the eyes of the Dragon God? What did this imply? It could mean that the body of the Dragon God might also exist in this world.

No, absolutely not, Negris quickly turned his head to look at Ange.

Ange understood him and nodded.

“Let's go, gather everyone, up to the Airship, we're going to protect the eyes of the Dragon God.” Negris hurriedly said, “You can sense the Bloodline Resonance, so it shouldn't be too far.”

“Ah? What if it's really far? What does the Dragon Clan's business have to do with us?” Silba was somewhat reluctant, having become an Undead for too long, he actually no longer felt like he was part of the Dragon Clan.

“Ange is the Dragon God, hurry,” Negris said.

Silba scratched his head with his paw, looking utterly confused.

Everyone was quickly gathered, the two Magician Airships separated; the one with the Ring was called Number One and continued to stay in the Void.

The one without a Ring and only a main column was called Number Two Airship and was piloted by someone from the Doralite Clan toward the direction Silba had indicated.

The Doralite Clan had completely transformed, this clan almost entirely made up of disabled people had, under Durken's guidance, made rapid advances in alchemy, not only able to produce very practical prosthetics but also capable of controlling the sophisticated Magician Airships.

Durken was able to repair and move Airship Number Two in just one night, thanks to the assistance of the Doralite Clan, who had now effectively become his vassal force, serving Durken wholeheartedly.

Following the direction Silba had pointed, the Magician Airship traveled for a couple of hours and soon saw a huge 'landmass' floating in the Void.

On the 'landmass,' dozens of Giant Dragons flew about, spitting Dragon Breath, attacking those airships that seemed like flies, occasionally bringing a few down.

However, the number of airships was too great, weapons firing wildly, occasionally hitting the Giant Dragons, bombing them back to the land.

The battle between the two sides was intense, but just outside the Plane, another Magician Airship hovered, in front of which loomed a dark figure veiled in black mist, cloaked in a high-collared cloak with the collar standing tall.

Possibly sensing the arrival of the Magician Airship, the cloaked figure turned its head, glanced at it, and upon seeing it was a Magician Airship, turned back unconcerned.

Anthony said, “It's the Sorcerer Alliance's Council of Twelve, the Void Ghost Hayden. He seems to think we're one of them.”

PS: The surgery is done, feeling a bit weak, don't dare to eat too much, feeling listless.

Chapter end

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