Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Ange tilted his head, saying with confusion, “Not fighting, taking in.” Ange just said no fighting, he didn’t say they wouldn’t take them in.

“You…” Negris was stifled with anger, but after thinking for a while, he decided not to get angry, or else he would be infuriated by Ange.

“Ange agrees to take you in, but we have enough fighters for now and won’t need you. If you are willing, you can take on the task of hauling carts and farming when we return, okay?” Negris asked.

The Purple Corpse and the Great Shaman exchanged a glance, their eyes bright with surprise, they fell to their knees simultaneously, “We can, oh yes, we would do anything.”

Titans farmers +20.

Heavens, Lord Angel s words implied that they would take them away, leave this plane. Heavens above, they would do anything to leave this place.

Those who have not stayed here would never understand how intense their desire to leave this plane is.

The barrenness made their struggle for survival exhausting. Malnourished and developmentally delayed, unable to awaken their bloodline talent, with the number of tribespeople dwindling each year, they were stuck in this vicious cycle. If this continued, their clan might face extinction in not too long.

It was a very cruel and realistic problem. As long as they could leave this place, they were willing to pay any price.

As they chatted leisurely, the group arrived at the foot of Stone Mountain. A short walk up the slope brought them to a cave where the Purple Skeleton Tribespeople resided. As they continued, Ange abruptly stopped and looked up towards the midsection of Stone Mountain.

A large chunk seemed to have been bitten off from there, leaving the mountain missing a big piece. The signs of damage had faded over time, at first glance, one might mistake it for a natural formation.

But Ange was certain that it was caused by some sort of impact because he could sense a presence, a fearful one.

“There, something is there.” Ange pointed towards the indented area.

“Let’s go, take a look, could it be there? Where did you find the arm bones?” The last part of his question was directed at the Purple Corpse, as he pointed to Ange’s arm bones.

Purple Corpse pointed to the indentation. “Right there.”

The group climbed and flew quickly, reaching the indentation in no time. The closer they got, the clearer Ange could sense the presence. It was indeed the presence of Steadfast Locke, just like the one on the arm bones.

These presences were left behind a thousand years ago, and they could still be clearly sensed today, indicating the formidable power of Steadfast Locke a millennium ago.

Great shards lay at the bottom of the indentation. Negris asked, “Have you ever dug it up?

“Yes, my ancestors tried to. They found the wings and arm bones here,” the Purple Corpse replied.

“Are there any other things below?” Negris asked again.

The Purple Corpse and the Great Shaman exchanged glances, shaking their heads, “We don’t know. Our ancestors were not able to dig up all of it. It would take a month of nonstop excavation to remove all the rubble, and they just couldn’t manage. They needed to hunt and gather food to survive, so they stopped after a few days. As our numbers dwindled over time, we lost even the capacity to excavate.”

“The workload does seem substantial. Need to think of other solutions…” Before Negris could finish his words, he heard the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

Turning his head, he saw Ange busy moving foods nonstop. Soon, a small mountain of food was accumulated. Afterwards, he pointed at the rubble at the bottom of the indentation. “Dig for a month.”

If it took a month without eating or drinking to clear the debris, how long would it take if they had food and water to consume?

With food and water, the Purple Corpse’s clan members threw themselves energetically into the excavation work. Well-fed, even the Purple Skeleton Tribespeople could lift up heavy rocks weighing hundreds of pounds.

If a rock was too heavy, two or three of them would lift it together. For rocks that even three to five people couldn’t handle, Ange would step in.

Ange was very strong, especially the Golden Skeleton, which was especially known for its tremendous strength. But even Ange couldn’t handle the rocks that three to five mixed-blood titans couldn’t handle. However, he knew a very practical magic—the Soil Loosening Technique.

He continuously cast the Soil Loosening Technique at the giant rocks. If dozens didn’t work, then hundreds. If hundreds didn’t work, then thousands. This would definitely shatter the giant rock.

The Mixed-blood Titans just had to eat fully and work hard, sleep when tired, and drink when thirsty. The Purple Corpse and her clan members felt an unprecedented level of satisfaction.

Not having to worry about the next meal, just work hard without worrying about anything else, this was the simplest form of happiness.

In a few days’ time, all of them had become stronger and their complexions rosier. The Purple Corpse had even grown another five centimeters.

Then, a month later, as the Purple Corpse removed a large stone, she suddenly shouted excitedly, “We found it, we found something! It’s white, it’s white.”

It was a white skeletal figure, sprawled out in a spread-eagle pose, embedded in the fissured rock. The bones were delicate and crystalline, shining with an ivory luster. Tapping a finger against it produced a metallic sound.

Ange and Negris had seen numerous skeletons like this before. The skeletons of angels looked just like this, and the height of this skeleton was also around one and a half meters. If Negris hadn’t witnessed it being dug up, he would have thought it was an angel’s skeleton.

Looking at its malformed shoulder blade, Negris said, “This should be the holy remains of a six-winged archangel, right? It was said to be a six-winged archangel, right? So why is there only one slot on the shoulder blade? Where are the slots for the other wings? And where are the other wings?”