Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 884 - 491 They Have Good Stuff in Their Team
Chapter 884: Chapter 491: They Have Good Stuff in Their Team
Chapter 884: Chapter 491: They Have Good Stuff in Their Team
Ange dragged the Lord of Terror, who had incarnated as a Molten Giant, out of the forest and into the barren land.
The Lord of Terror was still confused, not knowing what had happened, but Negris was already laughing hysterically, “Of all names, you choose ‘eruption of volcanic ash’? Just wait to fertilize the fields.”
Fertilize the fields? The Lord of Terror, clueless, looked towards Ange.
Ange gestured, “Eruption, volcanic ash.”
The Lord of Terror finally realized what Ange wanted it to do and quickly turned to Negris, “Lord Nage, I’ve discovered that your translation was the most accurate. I should be called the ‘Black Smoke Ring emanating from stones.'”
“Ha ha, too late, you’re now volcanic ash,” Negris laughed gleefully.
Ange had always been troubled by how to enhance the soil of the desert on a large scale, capturing Hemel would of course be the best, as it was top-notch at fertilizing fields.
But Hemel required a lot of organic matter to feed, and the crops Ange planted hadn’t grown well yet; there weren’t enough rotten vegetable leaves and straw to feed it, so Hemel couldn’t really show its worth.
Without the Insect God, it’s better to use volcanic ash, especially since the desert soil environment is more suitable for it; bringing Hemel here would be somewhat wasteful.
Seeing that Ange wasn’t joking, the Lord of Terror begrudgingly said, “I am the Lord of Terror, you know. I’m quite good at scaring people, do I really have to spew volcanic ash?”
Ange nodded.
The Lord of Terror sighed, and a stream of black smoke escaped from the gaps in its body, turning into ashes that sprinkled over the wasteland.
Ange rubbed a handful with his fingers, rolled it around, hmm, it was good fertilizer.
Pointing into the distance, Ange declared, “Go.”
The Lord of Terror was about to cry, “I… I am a Demon Lord, possessing powers of fear, reaping, bargains, and bribery, and yet you have me spraying ash… Oh, the misery of my fate, I regret it.”
Turning its head to glance at Ange, it found Ange’s hand firmly pointed towards the distance.
Ugh, playing pitiful was useless; the Lord of Terror resigned itself, sighed, and a hot breeze blew over the wasteland.
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With each step it took, the organic material in the sandy soil seemed to be pulled out by an invisible hand, turned into ashes, and fell back to the ground, leaving a trail of ash wherever it went.
Back at the pool, Aesani and Enki, who had been growing anxious, breathed a sigh of relief and curiously asked, “What happened to that Demon Lord from before?”
“He’s gone to fertilize the field. Are you prepared?” Negris chuckled with schadenfreude.
“Prepared, we’re prepared,” Aesani hurriedly replied, though a big question mark popped up in her mind: Fertilize the field? Was the demon killed and buried in the ground? That’s not right, a demon’s corpse wouldn’t fertilize a field, it would only contaminate the soil.
She could never guess the truth about the volcanic ash, but she had no time to care about that right now because she was about to witness a miracle.
Before that, Negris inquired, “By the way, at what age do you want to stop the growth of the cultivated body?”
Aesani paused, “I can choose?”
“Of course you can, the younger it is, the less material it needs,” Negris replied.
Aesani hesitated, then ventured, “Three years old?”
There was a moment of awkward silence, then Negris clarified, “The consciousness isn’t sustainable in a body that young. You’ll need to choose one that’s at least sixteen.”
“Then sixteen,” Aesani immediately replied.
Negris commented dryly, “Great, now you can be sisters with Enki’s granddaughter. She’s sixteen too.”
Aesani and Enki both displayed a strange expression on their faces.
Ange took a drop of Aesani’s blood and added it to the nutrient fluid, then began the cultivation process. The blood turned into flesh, the flesh into an embryo, and the embryo slowly grew.
Even for atheistic mage warlocks, this scene was profoundly impactful. Seeing this, they couldn’t help but feel weak in the knees and pray to the gods.
Aesani clasped her hands together, murmuring, “God of Flames, please have mercy…”
“Libra, Libra, it’s the God of Balance. You’re praying to the God of Flames in our presence? That’s blasphemy. Do you want a war between gods?” Negris poked her as he spoke.
“Oh, oh, God of Balance, please have mercy on your devoted follower, I wish…” Aesani quickly changed her prayer recipient.
A mage’s spiritual conviction was undoubtedly strong, able to stand in for a dozen or so ordinary believers. Ange could feel a constant influx of Soul Flame, which saved him a great deal of effort.
If Anthony found out, he’d undoubtedly applaud, using your own Soul Flame to cultivate your body, then selling it back to you…
And so, after one day and one night, the body of a roughly sixteen-year-old girl appeared in the nutrient fluid.
Only Ange, Negris, and Aesani remained present. From the moment the body was formed, Aesani had sent Enki away. Now, as the sole human, she touched the body of the girl, so thrilled she was gasping for breath, “Come on, I can hardly wait.”
Consciousness transfer was actually Anthony’s forte, but since Ange was his Lord, what Anthony knew, naturally, Ange did too. Plus, with his formidable spiritual power, Ange found consciousness transfer even easier and success more likely.
Aesani’s consciousness was transferred into the new body. In the nutrient fluid, the girl suddenly flipped over and sat up, coughing violently to expel all the fluid from her lungs.
Once she finally caught her breath, she looked up to see a dragon face and, frightened, clasped her hands over her chest.
