Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Would anyone tell a gecko living in the corner of their house that they were going to sleep?

The answer should be no. So could these elves think that they were the culprits causing the God of Life’s current state of being?

A Night Blade Elf ran out of the treasure cave and loudly reported: “Your Majesty, everything from the ancient treasury is gone.”

Negris felt terribly guilty, as though even holy water couldn’t cleanse him.

As expected, Gailard was furious. He bellowed: “So you killed the God of Life just for these treasures?”

Negris grimaced and said: “If I say the God of Life is fine and just in slumber, would you believe me?”

Gailard sneered: “Do you think I would?”

“I’ll wake it up to explain everything to you. Hey, hey, wake up, wake up,” Negris landed on the tree trunk and stomped his feet. Yet the giant creature was in deep slumber and not easily awakened.

Would a sleeping person be disturbed by the sound of ants stomping their feet? At least you’d have to saw off a few of its branches, but clearly they had no chance to do anything like that.

Anthony made a slight move, deliberately or unintentionally, and whoosh, the whole space darkened as if night had suddenly descended. Ange could sense the Fire Element, Wind Element, Light Element near him, all being suppressed, as if bound by something.

The power to suppress all of this came from a beautiful female elf behind Gailard. She was dressed in a white robe that perfectly accentuated her curves. With her silver-long hair, tall figure, fair skin, and eyes tightly shut, she stood still in the air, like a beautiful goddess.

Negris swallowed, totally taken aback by this female elf, struggling to say, “The… the Forbidden Magic Domain, who is she?”

Anthony also swallowed: “The nemesis of mages, the scourge of the elements, the God of Truth and Law, Aestolia.”

“So many titles, we’re doomed,” Negris chuckled bitterly, “Elves have such terrifying cards up their sleeves? Even Forbidden Magic Domain can be controlled by someone?”

“No, she’s just short of being called an anomaly because she’s blind,” Anthony whispered.

“What?” Negris looked again at Aestolia. He initially thought she was too proud to look at anyone else, but it turned out she was blind.

The Forbidden Magic Domain has suppressed all elements. Light couldn’t penetrate, and teleportation was impossible. Even if Anthony opened up Holy Blessing now, they couldn’t teleport out.

“Arrest them, and anyone who resists shall be executed immediately!” Gailard roared angrily.

The Tree of Life was dead, and the god of elves as well. That the enraged elves did not execute them on the spot was already a show of utmost restraint.

But Ange couldn’t possibly let them apprehend him. He lightly bent his knees, ready to transform, but was held back by Anthony.

Anthony directly spoke within his soul: “Sir, play along with me.”

Ange tilted his head in confusion, but soon saw Anthony lifting the Little Sapling from his head, holding it high above him and threatening: “Back off immediately, or I’ll drop it!”

Once lifted off Ange’s head, the Little Sapling felt a bit lost but soon found a new target. It instructed Gailard vigorously with its branches and leaves: Grow hard grow hard

There was a strange sense of unease seeing that the Little Sapling perched atop of Ange’s head. A skull wearing a flower pot, what did that mean?

But now, as the Little Sapling relayed its message, Gailard quickly had a realization, his body stiffening with shock: “The God of Life?! Be careful!”

“Stand back! Or I’m gonna drop it!” Anthony roared ‘threateningly’.

“Don’t, don’t, be careful, we’ll step back, and you be careful,” Gailard pleaded urgently, agitated and apprehensive while he slowly moved back.

The others were the same, retreating in fear, except for Aestolia, who just stood there.

Kael’danil, in his eagle avatar, caught Gailard’s eye. They looked at each other and saw the surprise and exhilaration in their eyes. The God of Life, the newly born God of Life.

Heavens! The World Tree, which had always been unable to produce consciousness, had led them to despair. They did not expect to suddenly see a little Tree of Life. Could this be the God of Life reincarnated?

“Let go of the Tree of Life. If not, you will become the enemy of all elves. We will spare no effort to hunt you down and hang you,” Gailard warned loudly.

“Shut up. Tell her to remove the Forbidden Magic Domain. The moment a light appears, I will drop it. Hurry, or I’ll pluck its leaves,” Anthony shouted.

Gailard was panting heavily and glaring at Anthony with eyes filled with rage.

But Anthony was unwavering, his hand slowly moving towards the Little Sapling in the flower pot. In his mind, however, Anthony was panic-stricken. He quickly asked Ange, using their soul link, “Sir, if I pluck a leaf or two, will they grow back?”

Ange uncertainly replied, “I don’t know.”

Fortunately, they didn’t have to make such an attempt. Just as Anthony’s fingers were about to touch the Little Sapling, Gailard spat out, grinding his teeth with each word, “Ais, remove the Forbidden Magic Domain!”

The pitch-black space regained light. All the elements began to flow again. Aestolia turned her head in Anthony’s direction. Even with her eyes closed, she seemed to be observing something. Anthony instantly felt a strong thought focused on him.