Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“It died less than half a day ago. Its skull was smashed in, and there’s residual Holy Light in the wound. It must have been the Divine Body. He chewed on half of the Earth Ice Bear,” Anthony said after inspection.

“Does the Divine Body need to eat?” Negris asked, it was beyond his ken.

Anthony curiously retorted: “Do you need to eat after becoming a god?”

“Uh, of course, I eat a lot,” Negris said.

“Then he might also need to eat, but it’s not a necessity. If it were, he wouldn’t have left half of the Ice Bear; he’d have eaten it all.”

After some analysis, they continued their pursuit. They chased it for hundreds of kilometres, gradually leaving the mountainous area. The temperature rose, the ice and snow melted, and a dense forest appeared on the distant horizon.

Seeing the forest, Anthony could not help asking: “Did it really run this way? Are we sure we’re not lost?”

Little Angel turned back and glared: “Ao!”

Little Zombie also narrowed his eyes: “Ao!”

“No, no, not doubting you, just double-checking,” Anthony hurriedly waved his hand.

Lightning couldn’t help but lean over, asking quietly: “Do you understand Aoao language?”

“Ah? Do I need to understand any language? Isn’t their meaning written all over their faces?”Anthony asked, confused. He then turned to Negris: “Lord Nage, pursuing like this will get us nowhere. We need to confirm if he ran in this direction first.”

Negris looked troubled: “How to confirm?”

Ange suddenly pointed towards the forest, where Little Angel had been leading them, and said: “The scent of Holy Light is over there.”

Little Angel had been worried about leading them astray. But now that Ange had also mentioned it, they decided to give it serious attention. They agreed to venture into the forest at once.

Looking at the dense forest, the Purple Corpse frowned: “Lord, how about we go back first? We hate forests.”

It was indeed not good for too many people to enter the forest together. They could easily get separated, and it would be hard to find each other again. Moreover, the size of the Purple Skeleton Titans would make it really inconvenient for them in the forest.

Ange sent the Purple Skeleton Titans back to the Resting Palace. Lightning opened the way, with Little Zombie, Little Angel, Bronze Dragon, Anthony and Black Horse following in a line, whilst Ange stayed in the rear.

In the Ice Region’s forest, the trees were tall, robust, and thriving. Everyone felt they had walked into a world of Lilliputians, where each fallen tree felt like climbing over a mountain.

They hadn’t gone very far when Anthony, the only human among them, began to pant. He prepped himself with two Divine Arts and briefly stopped to ask: “It seems we’ve entered the Elf’s territory already, right? What the hell is that guy doing running into the forest?”

Nobody could answer his question, so everyone just ignored him. Only Ange came over and curiously looked at his feet.

Feeling thoroughly baffled by Ange’s scrutiny, Anthony asked: “Sir, what are you looking at?”

Before Ange could reply, a strange voice from beneath his feet said: “Probably looking at me. You’re stepping on my hand.”

Anthony jumped in shock, stepping back quickly. From the pile of fallen leaves, a Magic Pattern Elf, trailing magical patterns, emerged.

One after another, Magic Pattern Elfs revealed themselves from the undergrowth, dry leaves, tree crowns, and rock crevices. They drew their bows and arrows, aiming at every person present.