Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Kvada, that skull, was stealthily sowing gods. Sure enough, what was sown in the bud wasn’t necessarily a god, but it was indeed a quicker way to create one. After thousands of years of research, the elf Deru had finally made progress.

Unfortunately, the Divine Body was crushed by the God of Life.

“Are you sure you can raise a god? Only those with godliness count, you know,” asked Negris.

Ange nodded in reply.

“That’s enough, then. As long as we kindle the Divine Fire of the Goddess of Beauty and the God of Farming, along with this one, we’ll have six gods. But what are we to do with six gods? Did Shamara say anything else?” Negris continued his questioning.

Ange shook his head.

Leaving the Resting Palace, returning to his own body, Negris continued to chatter, “What are we to do with six gods? What are we to do with six gods?”

Ange suddenly made a move with the Divine Fire of the God of Farming, puzzled, he said, “It is… growing.”

The Divine Fire of the God of Farming had grown a size larger. It used to be a small flame, the size of a fingertip, but now it was the size of a palm.

“What did you do? When did it start to grow? Did a large number of believers in the God of Farming suddenly appear?” Negris excitedly grabbed Ange’s hand and asked, staring wide-eyed.

The Divine Fire of the Goddess of Beauty hadn’t changed before, so Negris didn’t pay much attention to the Divine Fire of the God of Farming. He never expected it to suddenly grow.

Ange pondered for a while: “Seven days ago.”

“Why are you only mentioning an event from seven days ago now?” Negris was furious.

This skull, unconcerned with anything outside of farming, didn’t even mention that the Divine Fire had grown. Had it not been for this six-gods incident, who knows when he would have thought to mention it?

Seven days ago, what had happened?

They had started harvesting crops that day and then transported them to the Master Plane for Anthony…

Thinking about the crops, Negris instinctively turned his head towards the farming area as white smoke slowly rose from that direction.

Negris had a foreboding feeling and looked at Ange.

Ange hadn’t noticed yet, holding the Divine Fire of the God of Farming, he looked blankly at it.

How he wished Ange would never discover what had happened, or else this plane might explode…

“Ange, don’t get excited. Look over there.” It was inevitable and they would have to face it. Negris braced himself and spoke.

Ange raised his head and with one glance, he dashed out, running out of the sandy plain and onto the waterway. Initially, they thought he would sink, but he didn’t. He was seen stepping on the air as if stepping on solid ground, walking in mid-air, he ran in a straight line towards the direction of the smoke.

Negris didn’t know what to say. Could this be Lightning’s mid-air flying? In his haste, Ange improbably managed to pull it off.

In the farm area, Gluglu and his tribe were dragging a large bag. They were sneaking underwater with floating boards, taking out stones from the bag and throwing them into the waterway as they swam.

By the time they had swum a bit further, the stones reacted with the water, creating a sizzling explosion. The water around the stones quickly boiled and smoked, burning the gel on the water surface and the crops. They couldn’t be burnt to charcoal but were being stewed into a mushy mess in the water.

Before the stones and the water could react, Gluglu and his tribespeople had already swum far away, muttering as they swam, “This is for killing Gluglu’s Sea God, we’ll burn your food, starve you all.”

Gluglu had no idea that his actions were bringing trouble to the entire seabed.

“Damn it, we’ve lost all the food, Anthony’s disaster relief plan can’t proceed now,” looking at the pulpy mess on the water’s surface, Negris immediately realized the serious consequences of the chain reaction.

After losing sufficient food supply, all of Anthony’s plans would come to a halt. If food couldn’t be replenished in a short span of time, the entire plan would collapse due to a chain reaction, Anthony’s reputation would plummet, and he may even be kicked out from his position as the acting Pope.

PS: Er, it seems today is my birthday, oh well, never mind, there are no holidays anyway, consider casting a couple of monthly votes or recommendation tickets as your gifts.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!