Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Ange raised both of his hands and gently pressed down, causing the insects that had landed on the man to be shot away by an invisible wind.

The gust surged forward, much like a level four or five breeze. When it reached the bugs, it transformed into invisible fingers. These fingers flicked away the bugs one by one. In an instant, small insects were sent flying by countless ‘invisible fingers’.

In a flash, the swarm of insects that were about to attack the fleeing humans were collectively repelled and sent flying backwards.

From his previous experience dealing with insects, Ange realized he had chosen the wrong magical spell. He instinctively used the explosive fireball, but in fact, the explosive fireball was overkill for the insects.

The bugs, which could be squashed with one’s shoe, would turn to ash if hit by an explosive fireball. They wouldn’t die any more times than necessary.

What magic had less power that was just enough to kill insects, but also did not waste elements and magic power, so that it could be cast multiple times?

Did such a spell exist? Ange’s explosive fireball was actually level 1 magic, could there be an even weaker magic spell?

Ange did have one: the pollination technique.

Under the Instant Death Halo, the blooming period of crops was very short. Ange needed to deliver the pollen from every stamen to its pistil within a few tens of minutes.

Although he used a trick, lifting the pollen and letting it fall freely, lifting all the pollen in two or three hundred acres without damaging any pistils in such a short time, required an incredibly precise control over the Wind Element.

If Ange increased the power of the pollination technique just a bit, transforming it into multiple wind bullets, wouldn’t that create a magic spell weaker than level 1 magic?

The power was weak, but just right for the insects. Multiple rounds surged forward, forming a wall of wind bullets dense enough to wipe out the incoming swarm of bugs, rain them onto the ground like an actual rain. Soon, they made up a ridge.

A few seconds ago, the triumphant man with a large umbrella, watched with a stretched neck, hardly comprehending the change of situation.

After a few seconds of being dazed, the man suddenly stomped his feet and swung his arms wildly, emitting strange sounds: “He-hu-ma-xuan-ka%…”

With his stomping, heaps of bugs fell from his large umbrella, swarming all around just like a rising tide.

Negris frowned, “He-hu-ma-xuan-ka%#*￥#? What language? The structure of the tones is all wrong, is he just shouting nonsense?”

The God of Knowledge, who was proficient in all human languages and dialects, instantly saw right through the man. It did not seem to matter whether the man shouted or not, he could shake off the insects from his large umbrella.

The insects that surged towards Ange did not attack him immediately. Instead, they started eating their fallen brethren.

Some of the other bugs climbed in different directions, some towards the ceiling of the cave and then crawled along the ground towards the location above where Ange and the others were, descending to attack from above.

Surrounded by a swarm of insects, the fleeing humans turned pale. They sought help from Rogge, only to find that he had disappeared.

Negris smiled at the humans and motioned for Ange to produce a heap of beets: “Eat if you’re hungry.”

All the humans were stunned, “Eat at this time? Shouldn’t we be running for our lives?”

The bugs had surrounded them from all sides. The bug-controlling man, thinking he had prevailed, started laughing eerily, “Well, well. What weapon did you use to kill my children? Hand it over, and I will leave your corpses whole.”

Negris hesitated for a moment, pondered for a second before understanding what was going on. The pollination technique was too soft. Come to think of it, could a spell used for pollinating crops be violent? The manifestation of Ange’s magic power was so minimal that the umbrella-man was unable to realize it was magic.

Or perhaps its impact was so small that he mistook its effects for that of a weapon.

“I don’t want to remain whole. I prefer a neat death, okay?” Negris answered with a smile.

“Eh? A juvenile dragon? The Dragon Clan?” Blocked by the fleeing humans, the umbrella-man only now noticed Negris, and was somewhat startled.

After a moment of hesitation, the umbrella-man cautiously said, “Mr. Juvenile Dragon, I mean no harm to you. Once I’ve dealt with these humans, you may depart.”

“Oh? Let me go? Really?” Negris was puzzled.

“Of course. Dragons are a magnificent race. Hermorthos means not to anger the Giant Dragon. This is a grudge between us humans. I would ask for your non-interference, Mr. Juvenile Dragon.” The umbrella-man explained.

“Oh, so you guys are Hermorthos’ servants? I was thinking about joining the Chaos Temple and becoming a devout of Hermorthos. Running into you is perfect timing. Can you lead me to the Chaos Temple and offer my devotion to Hermorthos?” Negris asked.

The umbrella-man examined Negris from head to toe, clearly not believing his words. However, he replied, “As long as you have faith, everywhere is the Chaos Temple.”

“Well, somewhere with godly grandeur would deepen the faith better. Could you take us to the Chaos Temple?” Negris inquired.

The umbrella-man was angered: “I can see you’re just talking nonsense. Even if we have no intention of being enemies with the Dragon Clan, that doesn’t mean we’re afraid of you. Just stay silent, or else my children will devour you as well.”

Negris snorted, “I just want to know the location of your temple, why is it so difficult? Never mind, we’ll find it ourselves.”