Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1491 - 1052: We Must Seize This Place

Chapter 1491: Chapter 1052: We Must Seize This Place

The ancient gods have a very clear hierarchy, divided into Primordial Gods, Ancient Gods, Domain Gods, and Void Gods, among which the Void Origin is also called the Primordial God. They wield Origin Power, with unmatched strength, and are the most fundamental existence in the void.

However, the appearance of Ange disrupted this divine system.

Below the Primordial Gods, among those lower-tier gods, there are some special beings. Although they don’t have the power of a Primordial God, they wield Origin Power, the intensity of which can’t compare to a Primordial God, but is at least of the same source.

Given time, who knows if they might level up to become a new origin? Such individuals, who hold Origin Power but lack the strength of a primordial being, are referred to as Subordinate Origins.

Now these fragments belong to the corpse of a Subordinate Origin, each piece capable of generating a certain power of devour, causing that kind of spatial dent.

Apart from this Subordinate Origin, there must be one or two other Subordinate Origins. They fought here, and their bodies scattered on the flower cluster, which is why the Origin Power here is so abundant.

Anthony and the others exchanged puzzled glances, showing an expression of disbelief on their faces: "The body of a Subordinate Origin? Just this little? Are there others?"

Ange pointed to a few other positions, all of which had spatial dents and were probably places with denser fragments of Subordinate Origin corpses.

Silver coin immediately said, "I’ll organize a mining team and go excavate."

Anthony agreed, saying, "Alright, be careful. These corpse fragments have a minor space-distorting ability. Have Durken make you a space distortion detection device."

Durken took a fragment piece and went down with Silver coin.

"This place is indeed a treasure trove. If there really are three Subordinate Origins that died here, just excavating their bodies would make us rich." Anthony couldn’t help but exclaim after hearing Ange’s guess.

Negris also said, "Yeah, could it be that someone used a Subordinate Origin to strike this plane, creating this scenario?"

"Who would be so extravagant? Anyway, we must take control of this place, we can’t leave it idle. Tens of thousands of Undead, the fallen land of a Subordinate Origin, just left here for hundreds of years, with even caravans rarely coming by, is simply too wasteful." Anthony lamented.

"Right, take it over. The most powerful one here seems to be that Soul Devouring King Rigo, Deke mentioned he’s just an Undead Saint but wields very mysterious magic. Deke isn’t keen on provoking him," Negris said.

Anthony said, "Very mysterious magic, huh? I’ll ask Deke. Where did Sage Cabu go?"

"I’ll go look for him." Negris volunteered, and the two of them also left, leaving Ange behind.

This happens often because Ange is captivated by farmland. With the advancement of planting technology, it’s getting more and more over the top; he can’t move away from flatlands, rock walls, sand dunes, even saltwater lakes and freshwater seas.

Now, with this piece of land cleared for planting, he definitely won’t leave easily. Everyone’s used to it, anyway, there’s no worry about Ange encountering danger.

Seeing them fly away, Ange didn’t mind. He busied himself with studying the soil composition here, analyzing temperature, climate change, among other things, pondering over a suitable planting strategy.

The planting of the Tree of the Dead is very challenging. It doesn’t require sunlight, but air, water, and temperature are indispensable, and it can’t exceed the normal range for plants.

The air here is very thin, the temperature is very low, and humidity is almost zero, as all the moisture has frozen into ice crystals, making it unsuitable for plant growth unless it’s a self-adapting and evolving plant like the World Tree.

But that didn’t trouble Ange. If the environment is harsh, then change the environment. Just dig a hole, after all, the Tree of the Dead doesn’t need sunlight; just dig a hole the size of a barrel, cover it, and let them grow inside the hole to avoid the harsh environmental impact.

So he got to work, grunting and digging holes. As he dug, he found it troublesome, so he simply dug a trench, considering that the difference in labor between digging holes and digging a trench is negligible for him.

Crack, a sound of bone-breaking echoed, and Ange unearthed a dry, shrunken lower leg bone that he had accidentally broken. Digging upwards, he uncovered a Witch staring blankly at him, then at its own leg. The two were locked in a stare-off.

After a while, Ange gestured toward the trench he had already formed and gestured toward the direction of the trench’s extension, saying, "In the way."

The Witch silently got up, flipped over onto the trench, shook its broken leg, and said, "Broken."

Ange grabbed its broken leg, pieced the fractured parts together, and covered it with his hand, his palm glowing with white light.

When he removed his hand, the originally broken leg was completely intact, with the shrunken flesh filled out significantly, "Fixed."

The Witch stared blankly at Ange, then at its own leg, frozen in place.

Ange didn’t mind and continued digging the trench, quickly digging out three rows of grooves, connecting them in parallel, and at one end inscribed a temperature control array and a wind magic array, then inserted a block of ice.

This way, the heat from the temperature control array would melt the ice, and the temperature would be blown through the wind magic into the three rows of trenches.

He took out a bunch of Tree of the Dead saplings, allocated them according to quantity to the edges of the three trenches, and then placed each one into the trench at intervals.

The Witch silently watched outside the trench. When Ange finished placing saplings in one trench and moved to the second, he found the Witch was already placing saplings at the same interval that Ange had used.

Imitating quickly, learning very swiftly. Ange watched for a few moments, found no mistakes, and simply moved to the third trench. By the time he finished placing trees in the third trench, the Witch had completed the second trench.

After checking for errors, Ange took out a big roll of fabric, covering the trenches, pressing the edges down with stones while laying it out.

The Witch quickly imitated, helping Ange press down the edges on the other side, and with this cooperation, they quickly covered all three trenches.

With the work finished, having nothing else to do, Ange again engaged in a stare-off with the Witch.

The Witch tilted its head, Ange shook his head, the Witch nodded, then hobbled away, and started digging a mine a short distance away, preparing to bury itself.

Ange walked over, puzzled, and asked, "Here, no Breathing Soil, there, has."

The Witch responded while digging, "Here, no fight, there, fight."

This way of speaking, Ange understood—places with Breathing Soil would be fought over by other Undead, and here there wouldn’t be fights.

Ange nodded, then dug a pit next to the one the Witch was digging, lay down, looking up at the void outside the pit, giving him an illusion of being back on the Resting Plains. If a Resting Wind blew in, it would be more so.

Sadly, there was no Resting Wind, but there was a sound of dense footsteps shaking the pit. Peering out, in the direction of Breathing Soil, a dozen Undead Necromancer Skeletons were striding, making a beeline here with great momentum.

Turning to look, the Witch was swiftly crawling out of the pit beside him, running quickly in the opposite direction, shouting while running, "Run."