Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1178 - Chapter 1178 Chapter 742 You are the horse your whole family

Chapter 1178: Chapter 742: You are the horse, your whole family is… Chapter 1178: Chapter 742: You are the horse, your whole family is… Dimali retreated with all the Elves deep into the Plane, praying for Lord Ange’s blessing to not let the passing Ancient Gods discover them.

No one knew that Dimali had been secretly sheltering so many Elves, treating them like family, preferring to call for Lord Ange’s help rather than abandoning them because Dimali had been raised by the Elves since childhood; he was a domestic Ancient God.

Well, it might be more accurate to say he was raised by the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, but the Void Elves took care of him, and they shared deep affection. Hence, after the Tree perished, Dimali did his best to protect some Elves.

Over these hundreds of thousands of years, the number of sheltered Elves increased and decreased but generally remained below six hundred thousand–the maximum population that this Shattered Plane could accommodate.

This Shattered Plane was a hollow Giant Rock; its material was extremely sturdy yet porous, creating a spongy state overall. By pouring water onto it, the entire rock could absorb water like a sponge.

By harnessing this absorption ability, a moist environment was formed. Sprinkling seeds on the inner rock walls allowed crops to grow. In such an environment, the Elves grew Silkmoss enough to feed hundreds of thousands.

Normally, every three thousand years, Dimali would stealthily shift the Shattered Plane to a section of the Void far from the Chaos Plane to evade the tides, while taking the opportunity to replenish the water.

After three thousand years, the porous holes’ moisture would be depleted, making water replenishment essential. When the tide receded, he would then quietly shift the Plane back to its original location since it was closer to the Chaos Plane and made replenishing the Chaos Mist more convenient.

Unexpectedly, this tide of Chaos came particularly early, occurring a thousand years ahead of its usual cycle, leaving Dimali without enough time to move the Shattered Plane.

Moving the Shattered Plane wasn’t a difficult task; its hollow porous nature made it relatively lightweight, and Dimali could push it by himself, but it required time.

If he did it alone, it would take at least a month to move the Plane, then it would drift slowly for decades to reach a part of Void untouched by the chaos tide.

But now, who had decades to slowly drift? Perhaps in less than a week, the tide would expand to his location.

However, the most pressing issue now wasn’t the tide, but other Ancient Gods.

At this moment, the Chaos Plane was in complete disorder due to the tide’s premature arrival. Usually, no traces of Ancient Gods could be seen from his location, but just now, two vast figures had passed by, one of which nearly collided with the Shattered Plane.

From the figures’ outlines, one of them appeared to be Ferima from the Wandering God League, resembling a serpent.

Fortunately, it hadn’t detected the hundreds of thousands of Elves hidden within the rock; else, it may have taken a bite, shattering the Plane and licking up all the Elves–such a massive number of fresh beings are rare supplements on the escape route.

If that occurred, Dimali would have to show up and strike a connection with it, and if the connection wasn’t strong enough, he would have to fight.

Whether he could win or not was another matter, but the commotion would surely attract more onlookers, and at that time, what’s being spied upon might not be the Elves. They might find more Ancient Gods like him to be a better supplement.

The sudden outbreak of the Chaos Tide was like igniting a fire in this dark Void, revealing all the hidden figures.

Dimali dared not move–he didn’t want to abandon these Elves. Although they had undergone many generations and were no longer the same individuals who took care of him in his childhood, he had seen every new Elf and watched them grow.

Additionally, on the road of escape, revealing his tracks might attract attacks from other Ancient Gods. The Tide possessed powerful stripping effects, but not every Ancient God cared.

Even for someone like him, the Tide couldn’t strip all his power instantly, so lying in wait to ambush other Ancient Gods was entirely possible. If he could just ambush one successfully, even big losses could be recouped.

Fortunately, those Ancient God Hunters had been eliminated; otherwise, they would definitely have taken the opportunity to vehemently hunt for Ancient Gods…

Wait, that’s right, seeking the help of Lord Ange who killed Dark Wing and captured the Little Demon King might work. He should be able to provide protection for us to leave this place, but how to persuade Lord to help?

Muttering to himself, Dimali’s gaze shifted toward the center of the Shattered Plane, where there was a huge stone column piercing through the rock’s center, supporting the vast internal space, like a gigantic pillar holding up the sky.

Dimali walked over, peeled off the outer layer of stone shell, revealing a layer of bark-like textured rock. Removing this bark layer, he uncovered the inner God Tree Core. The core of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms that was initially meant to be traded with Lord Ange was hewn from here–the entire column was filled with God Tree Core.

The God Tree Core was of no use to him, as he had no idea how to harness the life force within it; it was just a token of remembrance left by the Divine Tree.

If Ange was willing to rescue them, perhaps using half of the God Tree Core as compensation would suffice, Lord Ange would likely agree since they had previously sought to purchase the Core from the Ancient Gods of the Wandering God League.

Having made up his mind, he contacted Ange, but Ange didn’t mention any compensation, merely telling them to wait, which made Dimali uneasy. Not asking for payment? Did he not want to come to their rescue?

After an anxious day, sudden noises came from outside, and Dimali carefully extended his senses, immediately spotting a pair of sinisterly bulging eyes.

The other party also spotted Dimali right away, greed flashing through their eyes.

It was over, how had he been discovered, Dimali panicked inside and dashed out, recognizing the owner of those eyes–the insatiable Glutton Bujaka, an Ancient God from the Wandering God League with forearms dragging two blades and four legs.

Though part of the same league, they were definitely not allies; they were merely a group of pitiful Ancient Gods who had banded together out of necessity to keep warm in the Chaos Plane.

However, being pitiful did not stop them from making others even more pitiful given the chance. Bujaka’s nickname alone made it clear he was a greedy creature; any life he discovered was relentlessly pursued without any chance of escape, elves or Inferior Demons alike.

Typically, Ancient Gods wouldn’t bother attacking just one or two creatures because it was too much effort for little satisfaction, like humans wouldn’t bother about one or two ants, yet would use a whole nest to brew liquor.

But Bujaka never turned away a meal, no matter how small the creature, driven by extreme greed.

He wouldn’t spare even ordinary beings, let alone weaker Ancient Gods, and Dimali was unfortunately known among the Ancient Gods for not being a good fighter.

Looking at Dimali, Bujaka said sinisterly, “Isn’t this Dimali? What are you doing here? I smell the scent of living beings on you, have you hidden lots of food? How about sharing some with me?”

“I haven’t hidden anything, you must be mistaken, I’m just resting here. Is there anything else?” Dimali responded, keeping a wary eye on Bujaka while internally screaming: Lord, help me, hurry and save me, it’s almost too late.

Bujaka suddenly laughed, “No worries, I just thought of eating you, or being eaten by you…hmm?”

As soon as Bujaka finished speaking, he saw a ring form on Dimali’s forehead, which quickly expanded into a Teleportation Array, and with a burst of bright light,

a skeleton, several humans, a brass Juvenile Dragon, and a horse appeared inside the Array.

Just teleported, the brass Juvenile Dragon looked around and then asked Dimali, “Are you Dimali? Were you the one screaming for help?”

Dimali somewhat dazedly nodded.

“Then there’s no mistake, we’re here to rescue you. What’s the situation? Why were you screaming for help? Was someone trying to kill you? We planned to come with everyone, but hearing your desperate screams, we had to rush over,” Negris said.

Dimali was at a loss: Just a few of you to rescue me? Weren’t we supposed to have a few Ancient Gods come over? With this kind of lineup, did you really kill Dark Wing and capture Lord Ange of Starfire Creation?

Not only did Dimali not believe it, but Bujaka certainly didn’t either, he sinisterly sneered, “You called these losers to save your life? Dimali, you’ve really embarrassed our league. Nevermind, they’ll make a good snack, especially since there’s also a horse–more meat.”

That ‘horse’ suddenly glared with angry eyes and retorted, “You’re the horse, your whole family are horses, carrying two blades trying to impersonate a mantis, you dead mantis-tapeworm, may worms burrow into your belly and come out through your mouth while simultaneously devouring your organs *&%#…*%#(@&@@$)(#…”

Bujaka was momentarily dumbstruck by the crass curse, and as he was about to glare menacingly at Lightning, he saw the skeleton stealthily pulling something out.

A demon with twin wings on its back… Purgatory Twins? Bujaka’s eyes bulged.

A ball of light was pulled out and rapidly transformed into a humanoid… Light of Creation?

A woman was lifted out, yet her aura was no less significant than the Purgatory Twins and Light of Creation, and the realization struck Bujaka with a name flashing in mind–Goddess of Starfire?

“I… this… you…” Bujaka’s speech had faltered.