Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1038 - Chapter 1038 Chapter 605 Is It That Fierce

Chapter 1038: Chapter 605: Is It That Fierce? Chapter 1038: Chapter 605: Is It That Fierce? “This isn’t good,” Negris hesitated to say.

Just as the Tree of God thought it could relax, Negris continued, “Look at it like this, what do you have to bury? You can’t just bury a pile of hay. How about setting up a festival where you worship it annually on this day, give everyone a holiday, raise their salary or something, make it fun.”

“That sounds good, that sounds good. Make it like the Cereal Competition, with all kinds of performances, entertainment, and shopping that can involve the whole family. Let’s call it… right, what’s your name?” Durken turned to the Tree of God to ask.

The Tree of God replied with some anger, “They call me, the Tree of God.”

“Wow, what a domineering name. Let’s call it the Ancestors’ Festival. But the Cereal Competition is happening soon. It’s not good to celebrate two festivals together. Let’s move it, place the Ancestors’ Festival in the planting season. After worshiping the ancestors, we plant seeds, and then after harvesting, we hold the Cereal Competition. Perfect,” Negris said.

“What? What do we do now? Kill it now but wait until the planting season to hold the festival? Its consciousness will have dissipated by then. This isn’t good, right?”

“What’s wrong with that? We are holding a festival to commemorate it, not ‘for it.’ Why does the dissipation of its consciousness matter? If its consciousness doesn’t dissipate, I’d even be worried about it seizing the chance to rebirth. Although the success rate is very low, who can be sure? What if it does?”

“It just feels strange. How about we capture it first and kill it during the planting season? What do you think?”

A group of people discussed various details enthusiastically, making the Tree of God’s anger surge.

“I don’t want to conflict with you, not because I’m afraid of you. If you choose to fight, it will be a mistake that hurts us both,” the Tree of God said as its aura rapidly increased. The dry leaves below it rolled towards it, winding around its divine light.

The originally dry leaves toughened, wrinkling up, which made them look even uglier but also more resilient.

These leaves wrapped around it, turning the whole bundle of divine light into a…. lamp bulb, a Magic Crystal Lamp Bulb wrapped with straw.

Negris and a few other mischievous fellows snorted out loud with laughter because a straw-wrapped lamp bulb looked really funny, but they soon stopped laughing.

The Tree of God suddenly pulled up, ripping out large patches of roots from the ground as if casting a net that spanned the entire space.

These roots intertwined, twisting into huge spikes set up around the Tree of God. Divine light continuously spread to these spikes, each pulsating with immense power.

Negris’s expression dramatically changed, and he shouted anxiously, “No good, its roots have merged with this space, making this place its own body.”

Looking at what seemed like just a clump of dry grass, which was actually a colossus filled with rocks, one wouldn’t think it significant as it floated in the void, but in reality, the stone was larger than a mountain, and if the Tree of God’s body truly spread throughout it, its size wouldn’t be much smaller than that of the God of Life itself.

Yet, what shocked everyone even more was that at the tip of each root-spun spike stood a massive Magic Crystal, and in between the roots were more Magic Crystals, too many to count. Countless tiny roots bored into the crystals, all of which were activated, and potent Magic Elements were drawn into the roots.

“My god, it’s converting the energy of the Magic Crystals, it’s an Elemental Plant!” Durken exclaimed in shock.

“Be careful of the Magic Crystals at the tip of the spikes, the elemental fluctuations there have reached saturation. They’ll explode upon touch,” Negris also shouted.

Everyone quickly prepared for battle, but at that moment, Ange saw the Tree Herder, the manifestation of the God of Life, twisting his hand behind him, gesturing to him.

Ange cocked his head, puzzled.

“Insect Ash Liquid, give me some,” the God of Life whispered.

Ange pulled out a bucket.

The God of Life’s hand extended, transforming into a net of vines, grabbing the entire bucket of Insect Ash Liquid, and countless roots plunged into it. The surging vitality seemed as if it had been activated, and the Tree Herder grew wildly.

Numerous vines extended along its arms, twisting into two large pendulum fists that dangled down to the ground on the sides of its trunk.

The Tree of God swiftly turned its head, its gaze falling on the God of Life, and murmured in shock, “Such strong… vitality.”

The Tree Herder, now eight meters tall, raised its pendulum fists, wobbling its waist as it rushed forward.

Boom! A spike from the Tree of God stabbed towards it. The God of Life met it with a swing of its fist, and their branches clashed in midair, the Magic Crystals on the spikes exploded open.

The God of Life’s pendulum fists and the spike shattered into fragments, scattering in all directions.

However, neither the God of Life nor the ancestral god cared, their massive fists and spikes clashing again.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Continuous explosions, waves of elemental forces spilling out.

The God of Life’s massive fists twisted continuously, bursting one after the other, the powerful life force making them seem endless.

At the same time, its feet dug into the ground, extending roots that began to wrap around the ancestral god’s roots.

The ancestral god, sensing the intentions of the God of Life, had no choice but to step back to avoid being entangled.

However, as it retreated, the God of Life immediately pressed forward, swinging its massive fists down.

The ancestral god had to use its spikes to jab at the massive fists, because if it didn’t block them, the fist, like a chain mace, would wind around it.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Another series of explosions erupted as the God of Life seemed to press down on the ancestral god in a fierce battle.

Negris and several others were dumbfounded, “Is… is the old tree this brutal?”

“I can’t tell. I once made a grass skirt with Little Angels for it. Will it remember me?” Feiti also said in shock.

“It is a bit fierce, no wonder Your Majesty didn’t want to provoke it. This is just its avatar. If its main body were to move in the Master Plane… tsk, tsk, tsk…” Durken clicked his tongue.

“Now I understand why so many people from the Church enter the Elf Forest and never come out,” Anthony muttered, “In a place without a single blade of grass, it’s this fierce. Back in the forest, who could beat it?”

Before they could finish muttering, the God of Life had already used its massive fists to break through the ancestral god’s spikes, cutting into its center, and had prepared a big jet of liquid that sprayed forward.

The liquid turned into a green mist, and wherever it splashed, there hissed smoke.

“Strong acid!?” Everyone exclaimed.

The ancestral god let out an angry roar, trembling all over.

The liquid was shaken up into the air, but then turned into a white mist and fell back down.

Wherever it touched, large patches of fungus immediately began to grow, and tender mushrooms rapidly sprouted, opening their caps.

Mushroom lovers would rejoice at this sight, but the ancestral god, growing these things, couldn’t be happy at all. Wherever the mushrooms spread, it would immediately stiffen, forcing it to shatter a Magic Crystal, allowing the Fire Element to set its entire body aflame.

A massive fist broke through the flames, striking solidly on the ancestral god’s body…

The God of Life had too many tricks up its sleeve: strong acid, fungi, massive fists, tangled roots. Half an hour later, a massive lamp bulb wrapped in straw, twisted by a Tree Herder like a dead Kobold, was dragged back.

Feiti, Durken, and others quickly tensed up and stepped aside, standing erect, no longer finding the Tree Herder’s walking posture funny, but rather seeing it as the posture of the strong.

The God of Life walked up to Ange, its form already shrinking back to normal size, and said somewhat tiredly, “Give me some Insect Ash Liquid.”

Ange quickly rummaged out another barrel.

The lamp bulb, feeling the magic of the Insect Ash Liquid, strained to move its mind over, and the straw leaves involuntarily tried to stretch toward it.

The God of Life slapped away the straw leaves and extended its own branches into the barrel, quickly absorbing all the Insect Ash Liquid.

Climbing back onto Ange’s shoulder, the God of Life said, “I need to rest a while.”

It seemed the God of Life was quite exhausted, but without its main body, it managed to utterly defeat a powerful being with just two barrels of Insect Ash Liquid, truly worthy of being the God of Life.

Now, how to deal with this ancestral tree? Everyone’s gaze shifted to the lamp bulb.

The ancestral god spoke first, “Give me that, I can give anything in exchange.”