Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“Golden Skeleton, I am a deacon of the Druid Guild on the Master Plane. I have the right to recommend outstanding Druids to the guild. There are numerous benefits to joining the Druid Guild.”

Ange cocked his head.

“Golden Skeleton, my relationship with the elves is very good. I noticed traces of elf magic in yours. You studied under the elves, didn’t you? Do me a favor.”

Elves?! Trying to steal my territory? No way! Ange shook his head.

“Golden Skeleton, I have a high standing on the Master Plane. With one word from me, wealth, beauty and status…” Dobinki suddenly realized what he was dealing with, glanced down, and couldn’t speak another word.

“Golden Skeleton, think twice. If you offend me, the consequences will be serious.” Dobinki finally couldn’t help but start threatening.

Ange cocked his head.

Kvada, he couldn’t continue the discussion, suspecting that the other party was a fool. Well, what else could you expect from a pile of bones?

The Druids left in the end, taking everything with them, whether it was breadfruit trees or bamboo. They even buried the wells, not wanting to leave a trace.

But did it even matter? Ange had already stripped everything clean, especially those private seeds. They were not only the precious wealth of the Druids but also provided Ange with some mature ideas for improvement.

After Dobinki and the others left, the Great Sage came and brought the Staff of Heaven.

“To activate this Staff of Heaven, you need a massive amount of Holy Light Power. At least six four-winged Holy Spirit Angels are needed to use it. Although I don’t know where you caught a saintess from, you cannot activate this staff using her alone.” The Great Sage handed the staff to Negris and said, gloating.

Saintess? Negris was taken aback, then turned to look at Little Angel. Apparently, he mistook the wingless Little Angel for the saintess. The real saintess, Shamara, had fallen from grace, losing her holy light aura and thus was overlooked.

However, this also reflected from another perspective that the Great Sage had not carefully detected their details. Otherwise, a careful investigation would have revealed the nature of Little Angel and Shamara.

Let it be a misunderstanding, it was fine. After all, they were not planning on using Little Angel to activate the Staff of Heaven.

Thinking of this, Negris pretended to be angry and said, “You knew we couldn’t use it, but you still offered it as a prize! You, Old Undead!”

The Great Sage said apologetically, “Originally, I intended to use it to entice the Church of Light, but I ended up attracting a group of Druids and you. Shall I exchange it for something else?”

“No, I want this one.” Negris’s short claws quickly embraced the staff, then the Old Undead and the Embryo Dragon exchanged glances, bursting into cunning laughter.

…

As the Great Sage left in his cart, he was filled with doubts. “The Old Yellow Dragon seems confident that he can activate the Staff of Heaven. Why? Surely it cannot be that he has six Four-Winged Angels hidden?”

Despite his doubts, the Great Sage didn’t worry too much because the Staff of Heaven was a bait he had carefully chosen. It could not summon Heaven in the Land of Fallen, where the sky was full of spatial rifts. If Heaven were summoned, it would only be crushed.

On the contrary, the Great Sage hoped to summon Heaven and grind the Holy Kingdom to pieces, depriving the Church of Light of a divine artifact for plane-projecting.

Poor Great Sage, to this day, he did not know that the Church of Light had long lost their Heaven. For the past thousand years, the Church of Light had been unable to summon Heaven and could only summon spirits. Since half a year ago, they hadn’t even been able to do the latter.

After the Great Sage had left, the Staff of Heaven came into Ange’s hands. After activating the Purification magic for more than three thousand times, the staff lit up.

Ange felt a ton of information pouring into his soul. Almost instantaneously, he got the hang of using the Staff of Heaven.

The Staff of Heaven was as long as an arm, with a sculpture of an angel, hands crossed and held to its chest, at the top. Ange gripped it tightly, and the tail end of the staff extended in a flash, tripling its length.

Negris was circling the staff, the sudden extensions almost hitting his face.

Grasping the extended staff, Ange hammered the tail end into the ground. Suddenly, the center of the hit point radiated the shadow of a Magic Array onto the ground.

However, there were no other changes for a while.

After observing for a bit, Negris hesitated and said, “Could it be that the ground is uneven?”

Could be, a bunch of them started leveling the ground immediately, scraping it flat and packing it firm, they tried again. As expected, the Magic Array reflected on the flat ground lit up, releasing intense magic fluctuations.

Luther didn’t understand magic, so he quietly came over and asked in a low voice, “Lord Nage, why does the ground need to be level?”