Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“Crushed two stalks of rice? Was it necessary to kill them for that? Couldn’t they just pay for the damages?”

“Ah, more than two stalks. Those guys are problematic. They don’t know how many rice fields they’ve trampled on their way here or how many date trees they’ve cut down. Some of the green dates were knocked down before they could ripen, all rotten on the ground. Many grass mats on both sides of the river bank were ruined. They said it’s good to ride horses on the grass; it doesn’t hurt their hooves. Ange was furious, I didn’t dare to pacify him.”

Anthony was stunned for a while, then surprisingly asked, “Are they really that reckless?”

“Yeah, if they just picked them for their own consumption, Ange wouldn’t care. The date trees along the way were planted for everyone. But these guys, they ate the ripe and knocked down the unripe ones. They even had their horses running pell-mell in the rice fields, claiming it was horse training. Sigh, they’re asking for death,” Negris lamented helplessly.

“So what do we do now?” Anthony was left speechless too.

“I don’t know what to do. If worse comes to worst, we’ll go back to the Resting Abyss. It mainly depends on what you decide to do. I will show you something and you decide what to do. Did you know that the Silver Knights have sided with Dyson?” With that, he signaled his men to bring the objects over.

A bare corpse; It was Terek’s. Only, the intricate tattoos on the back of him, a God’s Knight, were unlike any symbol of light no matter how one looked at it.

Followed by a half-human-height sculpture, and then a finger bone. The finger bone wasn’t unusual, but this was a purple-gold finger bone. The question is, both of Steadfast Locke’s hands are intact, so whose finger bone was this?

As he established the receiving end of the Teleportation Array, Anthony responded, “Of course, I know. Otherwise, where would those skeletons carrying undeath germs have come from? Are they not from the Land of Fallen?”

A flash of intense light, and the items were transmitted. Anthony stared at the items, silent for a long time. Finally, he said, “I said that some people have pledged to the Evil God, it turns out there really are. That’s good, I established the Holy Church to cleanse the church that has been polluted by the Evil God. You accepted my secret bounty and discovered the Silver Knights’ collusion with the Evil God. Now I can express my opinion justifiably.”

A few days later, the second motion initiated because of the Abyss Migrants resulted in a strange voting result in the Dimensional Security Meeting – two votes in favor, five votes against, just like last time.

Dyson, the initiator of the motion, undoubtedly voted in favor. The Dwarven God of War very casually declared he would vote in favor even before the vote. So, what vote did the Pope cast?

Now that the items were handed over, Negris was relieved. Anthony was much slier than him, and he would certainly be able to find the best solution.

When he returned, Ange, Little Angel, and Little Zombie were gathered around a sculpture. The sculpture’s style was the same as the one he had sent to Anthony, only now, the mouth of the sculpture had cracked open.

There was a rift in space, and a furry little paw stretches out, anxiously spread out wide.

Ange took out a bean and put it in its palm. The little paw quickly retracts, the dimensional rift disappears, and before long, it opens again, and the paw stretches out.

Every strand in Negris’s mind buzzed. The claw that penetrates the space rift, what kind of claw was it?

Ange’s Boundary-crossing Hand was nearly exhausted through space. He slept for several months before recovering. Now, this little claw easily penetrated space. Though he didn’t know what kind of skill it used, it certainly wasn’t easy.

On the other hand, looking at it protruding from the sculpture of the Evil God, could it actually be the manifestation of the Evil God itself?

Ange feeds it with little beans one by one, and while others pledge allegiance to the Evil God, is he actually feeding the Evil God?

No, that’s not right. If it were the Evil God, why would it be so eager for just a bean?

Negris took a closer look at the bean and was taken aback. He leaped over and snatched the bean from Ange’s hand.

The little paw didn’t get the bean and extended even further in its eagerness, almost shoving its entire arm through. Clawing desperately, it was like a cat paw fumbling under the bed.

At that moment, Negris didn’t care about the Evil God. He looked at the bean in astonishment: “Elf Beans? You grew them? Grafted?”

PS: Updated late, added a bonus chapter, three-in-one.