Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1168 - Chapter 1168 Chapter 732 I am the one who was planted

Chapter 1168: Chapter 732 I am the one who was planted… Chapter 1168: Chapter 732 I am the one who was planted… Everyone followed Ange in a bewildered sprint, leaving only the God of Life looking left and right. Its roots were extending into the depths of the earth, and pulling them out would be a waste.

Forget it, the God of Life settled down, closed its eyes, and grew into a true tree.

The human slave girl also looked left and right, not knowing where to go, and could only nestle herself into a hollow spot under the tree.

Such huge ups and downs in life were really too thrilling; this human slave girl had never encountered anything so exciting from birth to the present.

Her master was merely a low-ranking demon, not even notable among demons, but the Lord of the Earth Demon, a name known throughout the entire Demon Abyss, was astonishingly smashed to pieces by a little girl who looked even younger than her. Too amazing.

Who were these important figures? Where did they come from? Were they called the Undead Holy Light?

At this thought, the little slave girl could no longer sit still, she spontaneously got up, kneeled down, and prayed earnestly, “Lord of the Undead Holy Light, thank you for saving me. I wish you a long life and good health…”

The little slave girl had never believed in gods before; all her wishes were sincerely from the heart.

The God of Life, who was already getting ready to sleep, couldn’t help but open its eyes upon hearing this. Was this a curse? A hundred years is not a long life…

Two Intermediate Demons ran over in a panic from not far away, seeing the kneeling little slave girl, their eyes lit up, excitedly shouting, “There’s a human here, a small human.”

“Catch her, catch her, I’m just hungry.”

The two Intermediate Demons immediately made a detour and thundered toward the tree.

The calamity had terrified everyone, Demon Soldiers were completely wiped out, the Lord of the Earth Demon was smashed into pieces, and more than half a block was leveled (destroyed by Little Zombie). It was even said that the Blood Pool Demon Palace was surrounded.

These lower-ranking demons suddenly became headless flies, at a loss, not knowing what to do and not even wondering why a tree suddenly grew here.

Just as the little slave girl thought she was going to be eaten, two vines shot up from the ground, wrapped around the two demons and dragged them into the underground. Before they were fully dragged under, the vines churned them into a pulp, perfect for fertilizing the soil.

Ah? Fertilizing the soil, no, that’s wrong, these are demons, they would pollute the land.

The vines quickly retracted, disdainfully flinging them aside, then self-destructed.

The severed vines covered the demons’ corpses and quickly grew mold, sprouting mycelium, fusing with the bodies.

The little slave girl was dumbstruck as she watched the vine and corpse become a small mound, where mycelium sprouted mushrooms. The mushrooms released spores, grew more mushrooms, liquefied, and kept iterating, growing more than a dozen generations in a mere few seconds until the pile of corpses became a black mound.

Finally, from atop this mound, arose a giant mushroom, three to four meters tall, with vibrant colors and emitting an enchanting aroma.

Despite the bright colors and fragrance, the little slave girl instinctively shied away; she had watched this thing grow from a pile of demon corpses.

Perhaps the scent was too enticing, the little slave girl’s stomach couldn’t help but growl with hunger.

A branch hung in front of her, a bud formed and quickly bore a Fruit of Life.

“For me?” The little slave girl looked up briefly then hastily supported the bottom of the Fruit of Life.

The fruit stem broke, and the heavy fruit fell into her hands, causing her to stagger and nearly fall to the ground.

“So heavy, thank you Big Tree,” the little slave girl said gratefully. She was afraid of the vibrant mushroom, but not of the God of Life, for she knew well that it was this great tree that killed the demons and saved her.

The God of Life leisurely said, “Change your blessing, don’t wish for him to live a long life of a hundred years; he’s much older than that.”

The little maidservant blinked and took a while to understand the intention of the God of Life. “Oh, what is a good blessing?”

“Just wish him a bountiful harvest, let whatever he plants grow,” the God of Life said leisurely.

“Okay, thank you, Big Tree, and may you also have a bountiful harvest, let whatever you plant grow,” said the little maidservant as she bit into the Fruit of Life and her eyes instantly widened.

The God of Life hesitated for a moment and then added slowly, “That’s not good… I’m the one being planted…”

…

Upon arriving near the Blood Pool Demon Palace, Ange held up his hand in confusion and produced a black luminescence.

Panting, Negris caught up and blurted out, “What are you doing dashing off like that? What Elf Beans? What is this stuff? Isn’t it Soul Flame?”

Anthony, having summoned Black Horse to rush over, took one look at the black light and shivered, “What is this? I feel a divine presence, is this Holy Light?”

Ange nodded, “Undead Holy Light.”

“Pfft–” Negris spat out a mouthful of blood. Undead Holy Light? How is that not a contradiction, like an ugly beauty, a weak strongman, or sweet-tasting dog poop? Can Undead and Holy Light even mix?

Anthony quickly asked, “Who defined it?”

“That human,” Ange pointed towards the direction they came from.

“That human maidservant? She defined a Divine Art? Undead Holy Light?” Negris asked in astonishment.

Ange nodded.

“Kvada, what kind of damn luck is this?” Negris muttered jealously.

Any random human they picked up on the road could define a Divine Art, and it wasn’t even Ange who saved her–she just happened to be rescued by the Little Zombie casually crushing people.

“So what’s the use of this Undead Holy Light? What is its will?” Negris inquired.

Since it’s a Divine Art, it must contain the will of a deity, but the issue was that Ange’s Divine Arts–Face Purification Technique, Freckle Removal Technique, Rebirth Technique, and the like–all dealt with beauty and appearance. Surely this new one wasn’t another beautification Divine Art.

Ange responded happily, “A bountiful harvest, let whatever you plant grow.”

Negris almost face-planted, “Undead Holy Light that makes whatever you plant grow? Are you sure it’s ‘let whatever you plant grow,’ not ‘let whatever you plant die’?”

Anthony, trying not to laugh or cry, said, “If it made things die, it couldn’t be called ‘Undead’ Holy Light, then it’d have to be called ‘See Light and Die’ Holy Light.”

No matter what it’s called, Undead Holy Light that provides a bountiful harvest was too absurd; it would have to be studied later. Changing the subject, Anthony asked, “My Lord, where can we find Elf Beans?”

Ange pointed to the Demon Palace across the River of Dead Bodies.

The Blood Pool Demon Palace was slowly activating, part by part engaging, pathways and circuits becoming interconnected, and a powerful energy reaction was accumulating.

Negris furrowed his brow and observed for a long while, then hesitantly said, “This… This couldn’t be the Starburst Array, could it? Don’t tell me you thought it was the Starburst Array and called it ‘Elf Beans’ because you want to steal its energy to transform into Elf Beans.”

“To start this for what purpose? You don’t plan to blow up the Undead Calamity with it, do you? That tall, pointed tower, could it be the cannon of the Array? And if it’s the cannon, how are they going to turn it to point at the ground?” Negris said, puzzled.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the tall main tower of the Demon Palace expelled a small globe of light.