Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Negris was speechless. This was supposed to be a serious discussion about the continuation of the bloodline. Yet, all Naiali seemed to care about was socializing and bragging around. Damn her competitiveness.

“Did you hide here in the desert just to avoid that?” Negris asked.

A typical giant dragon wouldn’t choose the barren desert as its domain. The ecosystem here simply couldn’t sustain such a creature. To find prey, the dragon must fly great distances, which drains both its physical and magical energy.

So, most giant dragons chose lush forests, islands, and grasslands as their territories. And especially the ocean. When they couldn’t find food, dragons would resort to fishing in the sea.

Dragging fishing by a dragon was obviously a little different from human fishing. They would scatter bait in the water, then when the fish crowded near the surface, the dragon would roast them with its breath or freeze them into ice — or simply snatch them into the air.

Without any special reason, Naiali wouldn’t even dream of establishing

territory in the desert.

However, the guilty grin on Naiali’s face told Negris he had guessed correctly. Negris shook his head in annoyance.

Naiali hastily defended herself, “There are advantages though, you know? Firstly, I receive offerings from humans, so I don’t actually need to go around searching for food. Secondly, because of their faith in me, even though I cannot ignite the Divine Fire, don’t you think I’m in better shape than most dragons my age?”

“After you were captured and taken away, you summoned me through our blood link and gave me some key information to ignite the Divine Fire. So I came here to try my luck. After all, all the intelligent creatures outside have already declared their faiths – humans to the Church of Light, elves to the Tree of Life, and dwarves to the War God. I didn’t dare offend them.’

“When I first came here, the oasis only had over a thousand people. I taught them how to grow dates and build dugouts, and then the population started to increase, spreading to other oases. Now, I have about two hundred thousand followers who worship me, the Dragon Mother Naiali, across more than thirty oases.”

Negris nodded continuously as he listened. Gathering over two hundred thousand followers on the Prime Material Plane was no small feat.

From Mara Town all the way here, Negris had had a clear understanding of the situation. The human world was tightly controlled by the Church of Light. The most luxurious buildings in every town were always the churches. The followers, even when naked and starving, saved what little they had to donate to the priests of the Church.

True, the priests could ease some minor pains and provide spiritual solace, but they also sucked dry the resources and economy of their regions.

So, to the Church of Light, the followers were wealth, lambs, assets. They would never allow the presence of heretics within the range of the Holy Light.

As for the oases here, they were too far from the human world. Plus, the disappearance of the Gods of Light had deflated the Church’s ambition, dulling their enthusiasm for spreading the glory of the divine.

At this thought, Negris suddenly burst out laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” Naiali asked indignantly. “Even though I don’t have as many followers as you, they are still the result of my hard work. They’ve given me lots of faith. You are not allowed to mock us.”

Negris quickly shook his small paw in embarrassment, “No, no, no. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at something else.”

He dared not laugh at them. He might not have a single follower left himself, and his divine status was on shaky ground.

“Do you know who the elves’ Tree of Life trusts the most now? Do you know, of the three – now two – cardinals of the Church of Light, who is their object of faith?” Negris asked, grinning.

“Who could they be worshipping?” Of course, the cardinal should be worshiping the Gods of Light, right? And the Tree of Life? It was a deity unto itself. Who else could the God of Life trust?

“Hahahaha…” Negris laughed heartily. Just then, Orum came running over, “Lord! Lord Ange! It’s not good! There are sand thieves, sand thieves are digging up your land!”

Ange, who had been squatting on the ground digging holes for fun, instantly stood up. His head suddenly erupted in a blaze of Soul Flame and he grabbed his Reaper’s Scythe and dashed towards Orum.

Without any need for him to give orders, the angel skeleton, Little Zombie, Luther, and Lightning all followed suit.

Negris didn’t join them. He barely had any combat power and participating in the fight would make little difference. Luther could probably take down these sand thieves all by himself. After all, it was Luther who dealt with the sand thieves outside Klun Town.

Naeli turned her head and asked in confusion, “Who’s your companion, that man? Why did a strong aura of death suddenly erupt from him? Is he a Necromancer? Um, I think I also saw him transform a sickle. What’s his occupation, that he uses such an odd weapon?”

Naeli’s words rendered Negris speechless for a moment before he asked, “You think he’s a man?”

“Huh? Is he not a man?” Naeli was taken aback, “Is he a humanoid? A Dragon-man? A eunuch?”

Negris couldn’t help but ask, “How high is your spiritual power?”

“About the same as yours initial level, I can cast level seven Dragon Language Magic now.” Naeli replied.

Dragons’ magical power comes from their bodies and bloodlines, so their ability to cast magic is limited by their spiritual power. In theory, if their spiritual power is strong enough, both adult dragons and dragon descendants can cast level ten Dragon Language Magic – the Dragon God Transformation.

The Dragon God is the deity who created the ancient dragon clan and the higher dragons. The Dragon God Transformation is a kind of ancestral magic.

Once the Dragon God Transformation is done, one can transform into the Dragon God, possessing all the powers of the Dragon God and can even create new ancient and higher dragons.

Unfortunately, none among the Giant Dragon Clan, past or present have reached this level. The strongest of the dragons only have enough spiritual power to cast level seven Dragon Language Magic. Negris also has the spiritual power of level seven Dragon Language Magic, but he could already ignite the Divine Fire.

The level eight, nine, ten Dragon Language Magic exist only in the bloodline memory, and no one has successfully cast them before.

However, Naeli, who already possesses the highest spiritual power of the Dragon Clan, couldn’t see through Angel s disguise. How twisted is the spiritual power of this Farming Skeleton?

The Straw Hat is a very low-level magic artifact, capable of transforming into only a few forms, and can not be adjusted on the fly once transformed.

But due to its low-level nature, it’s quite extreme, making it very hard for anyone with a lower spiritual power than Ange’s to see through its illusion.

But the problem is, even a dragon can’t see through it. How strong is the spiritual power of this farming skeleton?

Negris felt embarrassed to say that it was a farming skeleton, fearing Naeli wouldn’t believe him. He had to say instead:

“He is the God of the Undead, a skeleton possessing the godhood of the undead. He, who inherited the godhood of Steadfast Locke, invented the method of nurturing juvenile dragons with scales and rescued me from the seal.”

With this explanation, everything seemed reasonable. Naeli didn’t mind that she couldn’t see through Angel s disguise, the God of the Undead, and Steadfast Locke’s godhood, wasn’t it normal not to see through them?

“Oh, so he’s the God of the Undead. Why didn’t you tell me earlier? That was very rude.” Naeli complained.

If a deity arrived on one’s territory and was treated poorly, she wondered if there was any social circles among the gods. If there were, she would certainly be criticized to death.

“It’s okay…” Just as he was about to say it didn’t matter because as long as that guy had a place to farm, he wouldn’t feel slighted, a beam of holy light suddenly flashed in the distance.

“Huh? Luther couldn’t handle it? Does Little Angel has to take action?” Negris grew anxious and throwing out a “I’m going to take a look.” He headed towards the direction of the Holy Light Flash.

“Wait for me. I’ll go too.” Naeli hastily got up.

Just then, Ange came back riding Lightning at a lightning speed, pointing at the Dragon Temple and said, “Teleportation Array, lend me.”

“Are you teleporting people to call for help? Can’t you guys handle it?” Negris anxiously asked.

“Can’t handle it, too many people.” Ange responded..