Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1475 - 1036: Great, We Have Malt to Eat

Chapter 1475: Chapter 1036: Great, We Have Malt to Eat

Ange’s power only saw a breakthrough after the arrival of Little Ghost and Little Sapling.

Little Ghost brought him an endless supply of Divine Power, while Little Sapling gave him a sturdy body that could endure any transformation. The Tree of Ten Thousand Realms could sustain the existence of All Worlds.

Ange’s body quickly turned purple, transforming into a Mourning Skeleton. Then, a blinding flash followed.

"Feiti’s Flash! Since when could a Dead Skull shapeshift into Feiti?!" Negris exclaimed in shock.

Feiti’s Flash was a skill that compressed the space ahead. It would shrink a hundred meters of space into five and propel the user forward, creating the illusion of instant teleportation. But it wasn’t actual teleportation—if something blocked the path, the user would directly smash into it.

Ange crashed into the fragmented shadow, further shattering its already broken form. Even his right arm plunged into the shards, grabbing forcefully.

"What? Huh? Ah? AAAAH—!" The shadow’s voice came from the fragmented zone, shifting from confusion to surprise, then to shock, and finally to a piercing scream, reflecting the rollercoaster of its emotions. Suddenly, it jerked violently.

Ange’s body lurched forward, as if about to be dragged entirely into the shattered space.

The Soul Flame on his body flared up. Ange inserted his other hand, his left, into the fragmented zone and clutched the shadow. He even thrust his head forward, plunging his entire upper body in, and pulled with all his might.

With a fierce yank backward, his head emerged. Bending his back, his shoulders followed. A low crouch, and his arms were out too. He firmly gripped the shadow in his hands.

The shadow’s composure and disdain vanished completely, replaced by sheer panic. Never in its wildest dreams did it think someone could forcibly drag it out of the broken Void.

Never mind the razor-sharp cutting force of the spatial rift. A metal rod inserted into a space rift would be twisted and sheared apart the moment it closed, yet Ange had shoved half his body in, enduring the cutting force to pull the shadow out.

On top of that, Ange’s hands were like some sort of powerful Prohibition, gripping it tightly and dragging it steadily out.

The shadow frantically struck at Ange’s hands but to no avail. It instinctively tried prying them apart but failed just as miserably. Seeing itself being dragged out of the shattered Void, it grew so desperate that it began wailing:

"Let go of me! No, please! I was wrong, I misspoke earlier! My fault, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please spare me! Let go of me! Let go!"

The shadow sobbed and screamed, but Ange ignored its cries, methodically and forcefully dragging it out.

Bit by bit, the shadow was pulled from the fragmented spatial zone. It clawed, pushed, and braced itself against the broken edges, struggling like a Kobold being dragged out from under a doorway. But its efforts were futile.

Realizing its struggles were useless, it eventually cried out: "HELP ME!"

Almost as soon as it yelled for help, Ange felt his hands tighten. A massive force surged against him, tugging the shadow back slightly.

The shadow lit up with hope, using the sudden surge of power as leverage to struggle backward, trying to wrench free from Ange’s grasp.

Now it was Ange’s turn to be gradually dragged toward the fragmented Void.

Ange glared furiously at the shadow, which suddenly grew bolder, shouting, "Let go of me, you stupid furry god! Let go! Let go! Get lost! Get out of here—what are you staring at, huh? Believe me, I’ll gouge your... wait, you don’t even have eyes?!"

Ange let out a loud, furious roar: "RARGH!"

Little Sapling began to slowly unfurl. Its True Leaf stretched out forcefully, and its roots twisted into motion.

On the surface, Little Sapling appeared unchanged, but if one traced its roots, they would find its strands piercing through space, firmly anchoring themselves into that realm.

Little Ghost emerged from Ange’s fingertips, blinking its little eyes as it scuttled up his arm. Like flowing Holy Light, it rapidly encased Ange’s upper body, helping him pull back with all its strength.

The shadow that had been dragged partway into the fractured Void was soon pulled out bit by bit once more.

It became a tug-of-war—Ange pulling, the shadow resisting. But then, the shadow suddenly realized something terrible: it had become the focal point of the struggle. The combined forces acting on its body soon exceeded its limit.

"AAAAHHH! STOP! STOP! I’M TEARING APART! LET GO! LET GO! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! LET ME GO!" The shadow screamed in agony.

The shadow had never imagined being "grasped." As an existence that could shatter and traverse space effortlessly, such a scenario was unthinkable.

Its original plan was straightforward: light a few fires, break through space, and escape. But now, it was getting forcibly dragged out of the shattered Void.

Being dragged out was bad enough, but Ange’s hands resembled some kind of Prohibition. Once they gripped him, escape became impossible—not even sacrificing a limb could save him.

To make matters worse, the moron it called for help seemed just as clueless. Instead of pulling Ange away, it was pulling on the shadow itself! "Hey, you idiot! Pull HIM, not ME! I asked for help, not a tug-of-war!"

And so, the shadow became the central point of a grotesque tug-of-war, its pain escalating as the forces threatened to split it apart. It screamed, "LOQI MA, LET GO! I DON’T NEED YOU TO SAVE ME! LET GO! I’M BREAKING APART! BR-"

The shadow was torn in half, its screams abruptly ending.

Ange couldn’t stop his momentum, flipping violently backward. When he leapt forward again, the shattered Void had vanished.

He only managed to retrieve half of the shadow. With its form split in two, it lost the ability to maintain its shape and crumbled into a lump in Ange’s hands.

Ange shook it, but the half-shadow didn’t respond. It was unmistakably dead.

"Dead already? So weak—and it had the nerve to call you a ’furry god’?!" Nagri sneered as he flew over.

Anthony arrived as well, speaking quickly: "It wasn’t weak. Master used Little Sapling to anchor the space and Little Ghost to exert force. Only by combining their powers could it be torn apart. But let’s focus on the matter at hand! Master, those flames cannot be extinguished. Anything they touch burns to ash. If this continues, all the grain in the Divine Realm will be incinerated!"

Ange wiped his hand across the shadow lump—a Soul Search. Then, he tossed the remains to Little Ghost, who devoured them without hesitation. He quickly turned toward the grain storage.

The fire was no ordinary blaze. Water and earth were powerless against it, and it spread at an alarming rate. In just a short while, it had already consumed a tenth of the surface area.

"That’s Undying Divine Fire," Negris offered. "It must be some kind of godly flame. Without the right power to counteract it, the only solution is to neutralize it with an even stronger Divine Power. Maybe try illuminating it with Holy Light?"

Ange shook his head, dismissing Negris’s suggestion. Instead, he conjured water droplets and doused the burning areas.

But the water couldn’t extinguish the flames. Instead, it seemed to accelerate their spread.

However, dousing the flames wasn’t Ange’s true aim. Simultaneously, he stomped powerfully with his foot, and the dampened grain sprouted. Seedlings began to grow ferociously.

The power of growth quickly overwhelmed the Undying Divine Fire. As soon as the grain started sprouting, the flames extinguished. Ange also deactivated the Instant Death Halo.

Watching the green and tender sprouts emerging from the grain, Negris grimaced and said bitterly, "Great, we have malt to eat now."