Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

As he spoke, he opened up a sphere of light, filled with countless points of light, each connected by either apparent or unseen lines.

“Dimension coordinate system!? Wow, great stuff, no wonder they call it the World Transit Station. This map alone would cause many forces to go crazy.” Negris exclaimed.

Luther curiously approached the light and asked, “What does it mean? Is it worth a lot?”

As his gaze focused on a certain light point, it suddenly expanded, revealing lots of information to his eyes. Subconsciously, he listed it all out: “Abyss of

Marsas, the Fire Monarch, Elemental Plane, Dominant Species: Fire Element, Specialty: Fire Magic Crystals, Ruler: Marsas, Monarch level….”.

There was more information to follow, too much, in fact, so Luther did not read it all out.

After listening for a while, Ange suddenly asked, “Can crops be grown there?”

“Ah? Crops? No.”

“Oh…” Disappointed, Ange quickly wrote off this plane.

Negris sneered at Luther’s question, “Valuable? Haha, this is a strategic resource that money can’t buy. Do you remember the Saint’s Edge Army’s deployment? Their first one relied on coordinates set by you, the second relied on those two specially trained saints. If they had this coordinate system, they wouldn’t need the saints or your coordinates, and could deploy directly. Do you know what that would mean?”

Luther instantly grasped the implications, drawing in a sharp breath, “We could launch a plane invasion at any time?”

Negris nearly choked, giving Luther an incredulous look. “Your ambition is not small, thinking about invading others? Shouldn’t you be worried about others possessing the same coordinate system?”

“Right, what if others have such a coordinate system and secretly send troops here? Should we strengthen our plane’s defenses?” Luther questioned.

“No need, you already have the best defense, the Resting Wind is the best defense. With it here, who would invade this plane…” Negris didn’t finish, a thought suddenly popping into his mind. Luther also seemed to come to the same conclusion.

The two looked at each other and simultaneously said, “The Resting Wind, could it possibly be a plane defense set up by the Undead King?”

“It’s very likely. Otherwise, why would the strange wind rise just after the World Transit Station stopped?” Negris proposed.

“This….” Both of them couldn’t find words to express their shock. If a strange wind, lasting for a thousand years and covering an entire plane, could act as a

defense, then the methods of the Undead King exceeded their imaginations. At least in Negris’ knowledge, he couldn’t fathom how this could be done.

“Maybe it’s a coincidence, a coincidence.” Negris comforted himself.

Regardless of whether it was a coincidence, the Resting Wind at least protected this plane from external invasion. Including this time’s invasion by the Saint’s Edge Army, it trapped most of them within Ice City, otherwise, who knows how many more people would have died in the pursuit out of Ice City.

“So what do we do now? Should we activate the teleportation array?” Luther queried.

“Activate it? Can’t you see all the points on it are grey? Do you have energy to activate it? It can’t be activated by just thirty-fifty demon crystals, do you have any?” Negris countered.

“But isn’t it already activated here? Maybe it still has energy.”

“A thousand years have passed, this bit of energy might be just enough to start the control room, we don’t even know when it will stop.” No sooner had the words left his mouth, the projection vanished with a pop, the tables and chairs retracting into the ground and the door flipping up.

Without anything to support them, Negris and the Angel skeleton all fell to the ground.

“Your gosh-darned mouth, whatever you say happens. What now? We’re out of power, can the door still open? Are we going to die here?” Luther fretted.

Ange gestured, and the door flipped open, but nothing else could be activated. Ange felt around for a while and pressed a spot, revealing a hole.

Ange took out his own demon crystals and dumped all of them inside, a total of fifteen hundred, all emptied into the hole.

With a hum, the projection of the dimensional coordinates reappeared and the furniture popped back up.

“Sure enough, it’s out of power. The World Transit Station is a big energy hog, the standalone control room might be fine, but to keep the entire transit station going – a thousand-plus demon crystals might not even last a day. And that’s not considering the energy needed for teleportation. Goblins sent over a hundred and fifty tons of food, and took over a thousand of your demon crystals.”

Just thinking about the enormous energy consumption was nerve-racking, it was like being able to afford a magic crystal car but not the magic crystals.

“That… that much? Our family’s teleportation circle only needed like ten per use.” Luther exclaimed in shock.

Negris didn’t bother responding, that thing could only teleport one curled-up goblin and he dared to call it a teleportation array?

While they were chatting, Ange kept working. As a lot of information was being transmitted into his soul, as long as he focused on anything, information would instantly be sent over about its function, like sending, teleporting, detecting, projecting, and so on..