Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1081 - Chapter 1081 Chapter 646 Hit It It Doesnt Hurt

Chapter 1081: Chapter 646: Hit It, It Doesn’t Hurt Chapter 1081: Chapter 646: Hit It, It Doesn’t Hurt Ange was actually the best at this kind of monotonous, repetitive, and tedious work, easily able to amuse himself for a thousand years with it.

Amidst the immersion of copious amounts of the breath of death, bone dust could even be considered the best construction material, bar none. Ange could directly manipulate it to slowly grow, forming frameworks, supports, braces, and even pores.

There would be some holes in the bones, which normally would not affect the bones’ hardness but rather lessen their weight and allow the skin, muscles, and fascia to attach better onto them, so not all holes indicated porous bones.

Of course, that applied to normal white bones. When it came to gray bone, silver, gold, and mourning versions, the holes did indeed affect hardness, so Ange had filled all these holes in his own bones.

The weight of his bones reached a hefty seventy to eighty kilograms, over four to five times that of normal bones.

The bone dust used to seal the cavities did not need to be too hard – white bone level was sufficient. However, in fact, these bone dust all reached the level of gray bone due to prolonged soaking in the breath of death.

“If it were mixed into the soil, the bone dust here would be enough to build hundreds of Resting Camps,” Durken remarked.

Negris tapped on the shell and said, “Does this shell count as a bone? Grinding it into powder would probably be enough to build hundreds of Resting Camps too, right?”

“About that much. It’s truly amazing. Why are there such gigantic creatures? Just one shell could match a plane, and the surface area of its shell is even larger than the Resting Abyss,” Durken marveled.

“Isn’t the Serpent of Misfortune the same? I can’t fathom what kind of environment could sustain such massive creatures. What in the world do they feed on?”

After Negris spoke, he suddenly had a thought and exchanged a glance with Durken. In unison, they uttered, “Chaos Plane?!”

Negris slapped his flank muscles: “Now I understand why the Serpent of Misfortune said all ancient gods must return to the Chaos Plane. Only there can they be sustained.”

Durken frowned quickly: “That’s not right, Drosa. The Serpent of Misfortune and this Shay, didn’t they all leave the Chaos Plane?”

Negris replied, “That’s why they’re living such a miserable existence, aren’t they? Drosa is just a projection here, pitifully pleading with Ange for a God Status. The Serpent of Misfortune can’t even move its body, and Shay relies on consuming fear to grow, having to maintain a host of intelligent beings, yet fled at the scare given by Ange. These are definitely not their true strengths.”

Durken suddenly realized, “Right, they live in too much misery. If they hadn’t left the Chaos Plane, they would never be this weak.”

As they chatted and strolled, they suddenly noticed two Heroic Spirits crouching in the distance. Red Star was pretending to hold something in his hands, gesturing as if with a shield, probably puzzled about where his own shield had gone.

Meanwhile, Walker was incessantly rubbing his hands together, humming, “Where is the truth, oh where is the truth, the truth lies within the range of a cannon…”

“Yo-ho, how come you two aren’t fighting anymore?” Negris was truly too curious. In the Bronze Book, these two never stopped, and unless they were locked up, they would not cease fighting.

Especially Red Star, whose combat will was too strong; he was either in battle or on his way to one.

And now, he had actually stopped, tranquilly crouched together despite being more than a dozen meters apart – but this was still within their fighting range.

Red Star and Walker raised their heads with troubled blinks and said in unison, “It hurts…”

“Pfft–” Negris burst out laughing. So they knew what pain was now? These two in the Bronze Book, even if flattened, wouldn’t feel pain. Everything was manifested at will, without pain or fatigue, playing however they liked.

With physical bodies now, they not only felt pain but also weariness; after a while, their hands and legs turned weak. Though their bodies could be considered god-level, the intensity of their fights was also god-level.

After a bit of laughter, Negris noticed the two figures lifted their heads with a thoughtful expression, eyeing it intently.

Clang, Negris had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, Walker figured it out, pointed at Negris and yelled, “Hit it.”

Red Star obviously got it too and responded, “Won’t hurt!”

With a shout, the two Heroic Spirits charged at it simultaneously.

Negris had already flown up in advance, it knew this would happen, because in the space, these two beat it up the most. They could only dominate it in there, but outside, in its Little Yellow Dragon body, no one could beat it! Hitting it didn’t hurt.

Negris flew up ahead of time, looked down at the two fools below, and laughed heartily, “You two dunces of Kvada, I can fly~ la la la la.”

The two Heroic Spirits powerfully kicked off the ground and lunged at it, which caught Negris off guard–they could fly too.

“You two traitors of Kvada, I provide you a place to stay, and this is how you treat me! Hey, you’re just projections, the real bodies are still with me.” Negris was chased here and there, utterly embarrassed, when it suddenly remembered something, hastily retreated back into the book, and with one kick each, sent them flying.

After a beating in the book, refusing to let them out unless they submitted, and several disconnections of their Soul Contacts until they lost connection, the Heroic Spirits finally understood who truly controlled their freedom. After some hesitation, they finally became meek and subservient.

“As if I couldn’t handle you, humph!” Negris proclaimed arrogantly.

Walker obediently said, “The truth.”

Red Star also patted his chest, announcing, “Red Star will listen to you.”

Negris sighed with relief, now having two subordinates to boss around, naturally he wouldn’t let them idle about. Negris pointed outside the cavity and said, “Go, go farm.”

……

The sealing of the cavity by Ange was nearing completion, the tip of the shell inside was plugged to create a closed space, and then small holes were opened in four other directions, big enough for a skull to pass through, leading directly outside the shell.

Next, was the gathering of the breath of death, drawing the dense breath of death on the surface into the hollow shell for liquefaction and storage–that was the only way to extract the breath of death from the surface and transform it into an environment suitable for planting.

This also had another benefit, since the shell was also a type of bone, the Liquid of Breath of Death soaking the shell from the inside would, over the years, increase the durability of the shell to an incredible level.

If it became metallic, then Ange would have a metallic plane. Oh my, charging with such a metallic plane, any Plane Barrier would be futile and could be instantly shattered.

Just as Ange was preparing to continue transforming the shell, a voice resonated within the cavity, “Although you didn’t do it for me, you indeed saved my body. I’ll give you a piece of good news: Nightmare Saya has killed and devoured all the other Shays, absorbing all their power, and Nightmare Saya is now approaching your Master Plane.”

Everyone was startled and looked towards the source of the voice, “Serpent of Misfortune?”

The vast cavity echoed with the voice of the Serpent of Misfortune, impossible to discern where it was coming from, “Yes, I am Little Snake…”