Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 881 - 489 Turus Burn My Fields Part 2
Chapter 881: Chapter 489: Turus! Burn My Fields! Part 2
Chapter 881: Chapter 489: Turus! Burn My Fields! Part 2
Under Ange’s guidance, Negris probed his thoughts into the dimensional space and immediately let out a scream, “Ah! Help me!!!”
Such a strong sense of free-fall would make any normal creature cry out uncontrollably.
Thud! Negris landed on a patch of soft, moist, fertile soil. He lifted his head to see this soft land rapidly taking shape, spreading swiftly into the distance.
Negris immediately had a bad feeling about this. This kind of soil was perfect for planting things. Surely the Dead Skull wouldn’t…
No sooner had this thought crossed his mind than he saw a lone bone hand drifting over.
Sighing, he knew it. No matter the dimension, it would inevitably become Ange’s farmland. The area of this dimensional space seemed quite vast, almost as large as the Resting Camp, and was empty and flat with nothing in it.
The soft soil was the only material in the dimensional space, and its edge also became the boundary of the dimensional space.
“Now you’ve got something to keep you occupied, really,” Negris said in annoyance.
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Two days later, silver coin investigated the situation of Enki’s friend, then discussed it with Anthony and felt that this deal was worth taking.
“Molten Heart Esani, a fire-element Arcane Magician. Indeed, the friends of the powerful are also powerful. Through Enki, we can continue to meet peers of equal strength and expand our influence,” silver coin said.
Anthony said, “Yes, but influence also depends on power. Without all of Lord’s stuff, we couldn’t influence these guys. Do you think the Church of Light here doesn’t want to influence these powerhouses? They can’t do it.”
“Can they resurrect people? Can they restore youth to the old? Can they provide beauty treatments? Honestly, even if I’m not the Pope now, with Lord’s skills, I could quickly become the Pope. No, I am the legitimate one now, and they are the imposters,” Anthony stated emphatically.
“You’re right, with Lord’s support, my business has become much easier. Now, I even have to screen the customers’ identities in advance. Well, I’m going to visit her now.”
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Ange couldn’t care less about their affairs. As long as they didn’t bother him, he could quietly farm. Now that he had a new toy, he was even more engrossed in it, sometimes not moving at all for a long time.
Everything in the dimensional space needed to be explored, but Ange, who often played with Illusion Technique to simulate magic, had abundant experience in exploration, so nothing here was too difficult for him.
Ange now understood how the fertile, soft soil came to be. The moment the dimensional space took shape, the entire space was filled with a certain type of energy that changed according to Ange’s will.
Sound familiar? Isn’t that divine energy? The energy with God’s will?
Of course, it wasn’t divine energy, but it served a similar purpose. No wonder it’s called the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms.
This energy, following Ange’s will, transformed into soft fertile soil, resulting in vast expanses of land, but this soil also exhausted all the energy within the space.
After the space had formed, Ange discovered that just having soil wasn’t enough to grow things—or rather, ordinary things.
“So, you’re slowly bringing in the air now? How do you bring it in? Like you did with the Resting Camp?” Negris asked curiously.
Ange nodded, “Consume Soul Flame.”
Just like in the Resting Camp, transferring material in also required the consumption of Soul Flame.
“Hiss—The space where the Resting Camp is located, could it have come from such a fruit?” Negris suddenly thought of a possibility.
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Ange perked up and immediately thought of something, starting to look for Durken everywhere.
After finding the disheveled Durken, Ange said, “Farm, Boundary Monument.”
“You want me to forge a space boundary monument? I can do that, but I can’t cut through space,” Durken said.
Ange ran off quickly and soon came back holding a cat.
“Meow!”
“Eh? The big cat’s here? Then there’s no problem, we’ll just find a secluded spot where the space is weak and cut it out,” Durken said.
For a King of Alchemy, crafting a boundary monument was hardly challenging. Recently, the forest had seen an increase in carnivorous animals, leaving behind a large number of bones. He had Little Angel and Little Zombie gather them, and they also brought back a giant bear while at it.
The abundant bones were dried and ground to a powder, mixed in with kaolin clay to form a stele shape, and then fired into shape.
“Ordinary bones will do? I thought you needed the bones of skeletons, not just any Silver Skeleton, at least some Ashbone Skeletons. Using these leftover animal bones feels pretty cheap,” Negris said.
All of Durken’s buildings had a special ability—self-repair. It sounded impressive, but now Negris understood how he achieved this, he mixed bone powder into the material.
Bones naturally resonated with the breath of death. Once the Resting Wind blew and the Soul Flame burned, they would automatically repair themselves.
Durken didn’t feel it was a big deal, “When I was building the world transit station, I used tens of thousands of tons of bone powder. If I used skeletons, how many would I have to chop up? Your Majesty would take me apart. Ordinary bone power can be used too, just need to be tempered a bit.”
Durken placed one hand on the newly formed boundary monument, and the Soul Flame blazed to life. Soon, the white stele slowly turned black into a Farm Boundary Monument.
“No wonder all the boundary monuments I’ve seen are black, so there’s this final process,” Negris said.
The biggest challenge with space boundary monuments was cutting through space, but with the big cat here, that was the easiest part, since it was a natural ability for Dimension Beasts.
With the right conditions, a space boundary monument, something that would be called a miracle if spoken of, could be crafted with ease.
Its proper name was space boundary monument, but since the Monarch used it for farming, Ange had gotten used to calling it Farm Boundary Monument.
After forging over a dozen more, they took all the weak spaces found by the big cat and turned them into boundary monuments.
Ange placed two of them inside the Dimensional Space. That way, he wouldn’t need to keep pumping air into the space; the boundary monuments would continuously release air, filling up the entire space.
“So, when Your Majesty initially established the farm, it was actually to generate air? Then he discovered the land was quite nice and didn’t want to waste it, so that’s why he started planting things?” Negris speculated.
Soon, Ange realized that with the introduction of the boundary monuments, two other major issues within the Dimensional Space were solved: light and temperature.
There was no light in Dimensional Space, and the temperature was very low, but with the boundary in place, warm air flooded in, spreading the heat as it dispersed, and the light shining on the boundary also warmed the air.
Ange immediately thought of a problem: different crops required different temperatures. If one boundary enclosed a tropical climate and another a polar climate, and if he could place them at opposite ends of the Dimensional Space and activate them respectively, wouldn’t he be able to adjust the climate inside the space?
Negris said helplessly, “In theory, it’s possible, but why do you have to become so smart when it comes to farming? I haven’t seen you this clever with other things.”
Other things? Ange tilted his head, remembering something, “A hundred female dragons.”
“Pfft! You…” Negris, frustrated enough to spit blood, wondered why would the topic of ‘smartness’ make Ange think of ‘female dragons’? Could taunting him really make Ange smarter?
Luckily, before Negris could blow a gasket, silver coin flew back in, “Master, Master, you would never believe what we found at Molten Heart Esani! Aesani is kind of broke; she can’t produce twenty-five million Magic Crystals and doesn’t want Enki to fund her, so she’s thinking of bartering her Molten Heart for a chance at rebirth.”
“Barter with Molten Heart? How so? Isn’t Molten Heart her arcane magic? She’s going to exchange it using her own arcane magic?” Negris asked, puzzled.
“No no no, Molten Heart is actually the heart of a Lava Demon Monarch,” silver coin explained.
Bang, Ange’s head ignited with fierce Soul Flame, anger flaring as he exclaimed, “Turus! Burning my fields!”
