Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Purple Corpse brandished his axe at Luther, who immediately brandished his sword in defense. This was the scene Ange witnessed upon his arrival by teleportation.

After some explanation, Ange finally convinced Purple Corpse that it was a misunderstanding. “God of the Purple Skeleton, this was a misunderstanding. I didn’t know it was your pet, ” Purple Corpse apologized.

From the side, Negris muttered sarcastically, “Pet? If Ange didn’t intervene, that blast would have already obliterated you.”

Meanwhile, regret overwhelmed him for reacting too slowly earlier. Negris should have taken the brunt of that axe to protect the angel’s skull. Lucky for him, Luther intercepted the blow. Otherwise, Little Zombie would have beaten Negris again for damaging the angel’s skull.

Thinking about it, Negris became even more perturbed. Why would he allow Little Zombie to hit him? He will not tolerate this once he grows back larger.

How to enable the Corpse Witch Dragon to grow back faster?

Negris glanced at Little Sapling, wondering internally: Should I pay obeisance to it?

My god, had any other deity known such a thought in Negris’s mind, they would’ve teamed up to smack him down for a blatant afront to their dignity.

The Purple Corpse Tribe resided in an expansive and uncharted forest, framed by a solitary stone mountain at its center. There were several caves at the foothills, serving as living quarters for the Purple Skeleton Clan.

The axe the Purple Corpse wielded consisted of an obsidian-like stone bound to a split stick, thus forming the handle. Though extremely sharp, it was also brittle. When Luther parried its strike with his sword earlier, a large chunk was chipped off. This left Purple Corpse disheartened, looking on with envy at Luther’s sword.

Luther reassured Purple Corpse by patting his chest and saying, “This sword is too small. When we get back, I will give you a big iron axe that is suitable for you.”

“Really?” Purple Corpse exclaimed with both excitement and trepidation, patting Luther on his back in gratitude. “Thank you, thank you so much, good friend, oh? Oops! I’m so sorry, I was too strong.”

Blown away and subsequently colliding with a tree, Luther attempted to soothe the tension with a forced smile. “No, it’s… no big deal. I can handle it. You’re quite strong.”

After a short while, Luther approached Ange seeking his help. “Can you heal me, please? I think my back is going to swell.”

Overall, this was a group of primitive, malnourished, disease-ridden and hunger-stricken mixed-blood Titans who haven’t awakened their talents and Bloodline Power. They worshipped the Steadfast Locke and referred to themselves as the Purple Skeleton Clan.

The Teleportation Array was set up in the forest flatland at the base of the mountain. They had built a few abodes made of straw and trees around the surroundings, but they preferred to live in the caves up along the slope. The tribe comprised just over twenty members.

“God of the Purple Skeleton, it is so good of you to come here. We tried so hard to grow the seeds you gave us last time but to no avail. However, the medicinal herbs were quite effective,” Purple Corpse told Ange, leading him to the cave.

“Where did you sow them? How exactly did you sow?” Ange asked.

“We planted them right here. We followed your instructions — dug holes, sowed seeds, and covered them.” As Purple Corpse said this, he demonstrated by poking a hole in the ground, inserting a piece of stone, and then covering it up.

Negris facepalmed at this, unable to continue watching. While Purple Corpse’s method was technically correct, his towering height of two and a half meters meant that his fingers could pierce the ground to a depth of twenty to thirty centimeters. The seeds would rot before they could grow at such depths.

Ange then strolled over to the earmarked spot to draw out one of the rotting seeds. Since it was buried too deep, it was rotting before it had a chance to sprout.

It was wasted. Considering the condition of the seed, Ange was about to discard it before he felt Little Sapling send a wave of messages: Grow — Forcefully — Grow!

Little Sapling was the happiest upon being teleported there. The entire journey was filled with its cheers of joy as it never ceased to send those enthusiastic messages. It probably had never seen so many trees, grass, or flowers before. Now, the sight of a rotting seed overwhelmed it with joy, so much so that the seed revived instantly.

Huh? The seed was still alive? Was it not completely dead? Or was it because of Little Sapling?

After contemplating for a while, Ange flew to the center of the open area and set Little Sapling down, then stomped there to make a footmark.

Luther and Lightning scurried away from the place as far as they could. Luther called out to Purple Corpse, “Quick! Keep some distance!”

The Instant Death Halo was capable of speeding up life processes. Just a minute’s exposure would age living beings by several tens of days. However, Negris, Little Zombie, and the Angel, being undead creatures, remained unaffected and hence stayed put.

Purple Corpse was rather puzzled, shifting his gaze between those around him. A few didn’t move while a few ran away. Why should he move away? What was even happening?

Soon, they all realized the anomaly – green buds began to break through the surface of the ground, flourishing and sprouting. The seeds which even the Purple Corpse tribe’s best efforts couldn’t germinate, sprang back to life under the combined influence of the Halo and Little Sapling, diligently piercing through the soil’s surface.

In less than a few minutes, the seeds grew into saplings, giving a green makeover to the previously vacant plot.

The tribespeople of the Purple Corpse Tribe watched in bewilderment, whispering, “It’s a miracle, an absolute miracle.” They soon started expressing their gratitude in prayers.

The humongous Soul Flame surged towards Ange. Despite only being a group of twenty-something tribespeople, their Soul Flame contributions were on par with those of the more than five thousand inhabitants of Demon Valley.

Soon enough, they encountered a severe issue – hunger. The strong sensation of hunger was so overwhelming to them that it felt like they hadn’t eaten for days, making them crave to stuff their mouths with soil.

Ange, who was busy receiving their Soul Flames, immediately sensed their overpowering emotions. “Perfect! This is ‘equivalent exchange’.”

He flew back in a flash and conjured up a heap of grain and beetroot in front of them, hoping that they would accept his food.

Luther from afar raised an alarm. “Ange! Save these dried beets! Give them fresh ones; they taste better.”

With this, Ange switched to offering fresh beetroots.

How could they possibly refuse the food? Gazes filled with desire, the members of the Purple Corpse Tribe picked up the food and began gnawing without bothering about the husks surrounding the grains.

If this was Little Zombie’s carcass right now, by then it would have choked to death. But the Purple Corpse Tribe had no such issues. With larger mouths to accommodate the unhusked grains, they could either chew or swallow the food whole despite it causing minor throat scratches.

After a few bites, they switched to fresh beetroot. Each mouthful led to a beetroot explosion, with the tasty juice wildly spreading inside their mouth, giving them a sensational crunchy and sweet delight.

Purple Corpse’s eyes sparkled. “Delicious! It’s so delicious.” He started stuffing his mouth alternating between both hands.

In the middle of it all, Purple Corpse noticed that something was odd — had the leaves of the beets grown significantly larger?

“Quickly, get out of the Halo’s perimeter or else your food will start sprouting any time now. Look, your beets are already sprouting,” Negris urgently warned.

Grains lacking water found it hard to sprout, unlike the beets. Even when stored in a damp condition, beets would start to sprout. In the Halo’s region, they continuously faced stimulation, which caused their leaves to grow larger, even sprouting shootlets.

“Sprouting?” Upon hearing this, the tribe was thrown into urgency. They sprang to their feet, clutching their grains closely to their chests.

No sooner had they stood up than they realized that something was wrong..