Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“Stop howling, who asked you to get this fat? You’re not even a year old and you’re already seven to eight meters long, have you eaten Upgrade Beans!?” Negris yelled infuriatingly, “Tighten it more, so as not to chop off its head during teleportation.”

Despite being trapped in a dragon’s egg for five hundred years, White Neck’s body has just been nurtured for less than a year. In just a year, it grew larger than dragons of several hundred years. How much good food did it eat?

In contrast are Naeli and the little golden dragon of the Brooks’ family, they are only slightly bigger than Negris, which is the normal growth rate for giant dragons.

White Neck, bound into a ball, turned into a meat dumpling with a diameter of two and a half meters. With a flash of white light, White Neck disappeared on the Teleportation Array.

Back in the Resting Abyss, Ange and the Little Angels, Little Zombies had been looking up at the sky where a clearly visible city was suspended – the approaching Heaven.

When Shamara mentioned a dimension where strong winds blew at night, Negris immediately thought of this place. Just as Heaven was descending, it was stopped by the Resting Wind and suspended in the sky above the Resting Abyss. If the Gods of Light were reborn or returned, it would be logical for them to appear in Heaven.

Conveniently, Ange already has the ability to explore the Holy Kingdom – flying.

They didn’t explore the Holy Kingdom before because they couldn’t fly. But now, they have at least two companions who can fly, White Neck and Lightning. Hence, the time to explore the Holy Kingdom has ripened.

With a swoosh, another white light shone, and Shamara was pulled out, only taking off her hood after leaving the teleportation area.

The hood was sewn from clean holy funeral cloth that covered till her waist. Although this item is rare, Ange confiscated several pieces after breaking into the Silver Knights’ camp. It was most suitable for making hoods as it could block off most senses throughout.

So that’s what happened, Shamara was teleported here with her head covered the entire time to ensure she couldn’t sense the direction and exact coordinates of the teleportation.

Lifting the holy funeral cloth, Shamara looked up to the sky with a hint of perception and saw a sight that made her tremble: the sacred Heaven was hanging upside down in the sky.

The distance was too far, she could only make out a general outline. Shamara’s eyes ignited with Sacred Flame, pulling the distant scenery to her. She muttered nervously, “Square of the Gods, Holy Light Avenue, the Light Dome… This is Heaven, where are the people? Where are the followers who were supposed to be raptured to Heaven? Where are they?”

With these doubts, Shamara stepped out of the gorge and looked around, only to be shocked again: “Did you excavate the home of the elves? Why are there so many World Trees here?”

A horse’s head poked out and disdainfully said, “Are there so many World Trees in the elves’ home? Don’t brag…”

Shamara looked at Lightning with clear eyes, that pure gaze made Lightning stop talking and mumbled as it ran off, “She’s purer than an elf, so annoying…”

“Alright now, get ready, we’re going to fly up!” Negris shouted loudly.

One by one, the Titans walked over and were stuffed by Ange into the Temple of Rest, as were the Little Angels and Little Zombies, leaving only Shamara and Negris. Then everyone rode on White Neck, with Lightning following by their side as they flew towards the sky.

Everyone could fly, but not very high. Even if they fell from the sky, they wouldn’t die. Having one more companion with strong flying abilities just provided an extra layer of insurance.

Though Lightning had no wings, its ability to walk on air gave it an extremely high capacity for maneuverability in the sky, making it more abnormal than those with wings.

The group rode on White Neck’s back and flew towards the sky.

Down on the ground, Lisa and the others set up recliners, poured green jujube juice, and lay down looking at the sky. They thought it would take some time, but the silver dot representing White Neck flew to Heaven, circled around a few times, and then flew back.

“What happened? Why did you come back?” Everyone asked worriedly.

Negris looked gloomy: “We couldn’t get in, there’s a barrier called the Light Dome, we couldn’t get through.”

Huh? Stopped at the first attempt? Without even entering the gate?

Subconsciously, everyone turned their gaze towards Ange.

Negris knew what they were thinking, quickly saying: “Don’t even consider it. Regardless of whether the Boundary-crossing Hand is effective or not, even if it is, I will never let Ange take such a risk. That’s a barrier, a dimensional barrier, understand? It’s a force of the dimension. What if it rebounds and harms him?”

Everyone thought it over and nodded promptly. It made sense.

Since they can’t enter the Holy Kingdom, they might as well take this opportunity to deal with the matters of the Resting Abyss. They hadn’t been back for a long time and were unsure of the current conditions in the Abyss.

Anna quickly reported: “Everything is going smoothly. The Abyss is developing steadily, the people live and work happily, and their enthusiasm for production is high. There are no problems at all.”

Of all the people, Anna returned to the Abyss most frequently, managing it far better than Negris. As long as administrative measures could solve the problem, it generally wasn’t a problem.

However, Anna quickly added: “But the biggest problem now is the world waystation, Lord Nage, should we get it operating again or bury it back down? We’ve always been short-staffed here, just maintaining the waystation is quite difficult.”

The reason why the world waystation was buried in the past was because there were not enough people to maintain it under the Resting Wind, and thus, they were forced to abandon it.

Now that the waystation has been cleared, but not operational, it is challenging to devote manpower for maintenance without any output. This is a heavy burden to the Resting Abyss with its current population of just over 40,000.

Of course, having a hardworking individual like Ange, who can support several thousand people singlehandedly, isn’t a problem. The main issue Anna had was to report something that needed the leadership’s decision. If she only stated that everything was going well, how else could they highlight the role of the leader?

A leader needs to resolve matters, which will highlight their role. Otherwise, who would recognize a sweet potato like Luther, a lazy bum relaxing at Ice City?

“No, it can’t be operational, but we also can’t bury it back. If it operates, we don’t have the power to guard this place, to keep those guys coming and going in check. But if it’s buried, what if we need it one day? We can’t just dig it up anytime. Just leave it be for now. If we’re short of manpower, we’ll transfer the undead from Dark City.”

“Oh, okay. Also, about the demon crystal refinery in Demon Valley…” Even if everything seemed fine, handling it was a multitude of tasks that rolled into late evening before they knew it.

Ange and the others had already disappeared, they had no idea where they went off to play.

The Resting Wind slowly blew.

Shamara, who had been moping since they returned in the morning, suddenly looked up, seemingly listening to something. Then, she sprung up, her light wings flaring out, and strangely took off into the sky.

“Hey hey hey! Where are you going? It’s dangerous, come back quickly! Are you insane?! It will blow you to pieces!” Negris shouted anxiously, but Shamara didn’t seem to listen. She continued to fly straight into the sky, the wind blowing harder and harder, causing her to sway and wobble in the air.

Deep in the World Tree forest, Ange rode on White Neck’s back, and they flew into the sky in a flash, chasing after Shamara.

“Ange, don’t pursue!” Negris yelled in panic. Even though it couldn’t bear to see Shamara blown away by the wind, it was even more unwilling to see Ange take such a risky move to save her. Ten fallen angels couldn’t compare to one bone of Ange’s.

However, it quickly realized that Ange was confident. White Neck bared its teeth, revealing the air bubble stone held in its mouth. It activated it in the Resting Wind, quickly forming an air bubble, enveloping both White Neck and Ange on its back.

With the acceleration from the air bubble, White Neck streaked past Shamara like lightning. Ange grabbed her waistband, pulling her into the bubble.

The extreme pull at such high speed almost yanked her intestines out.

But as soon as she entered the bubble, Shamara, regardless of her discomfort, urgently said: “The wind has broken the barrier. We can enter now.”

PS: My foot is swollen and uncomfortable. I’ll continue writing. There’s one more chapter today.