Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Although the discussions were intense, and most of them were injured a little, they were all finally convinced under Ange’s healing hands, especially when there was a Four-Winged Angel standing behind Ange, as well as five or six Titans carrying big sticks, they surrendered exceptionally fast.

Once Negris brought out the Plane Right Certificate signed by Anthony, the rest of the defiant adventurers had no choice but to reluctantly accept it.

Nonetheless, there was a small incident during the takeover: “Hmm, an underdeveloped Bronze Dragon!? Are you the one from the Goddess of Beauty City?”

Negris hurriedly denied: “No, no, I am dragonkin, also known as Little Dragon Man, I just look similar to bronze dragons. Did you say there’s one in Goddess of Beauty City? That might be my sibling, I’ll visit it and have some grilled mutton.”

Having fooled them, Negris then whispered: “Remember that guy, we’ll capture him later, and prevent him from returning to the Master Plane.”

“Yes.” responded Rogge and Lamo.

With Ange’s current strength, controlling a place like Light Sandbank was a piece of cake. However, there were a lot of trivial tasks, and Ange didn’t have any regular personnel for tasks such as registration, checking goods, and logistics arrangements.

The only ones who could do these detail-oriented tasks were Lisa and her subordinates, but they were too slow. Eventually, Ange had to calculate all the details himself, he went to the places with supplies, glanced around, and came up with approximate data.

Into the deep night, the adventurers were both hungry and sleepy. One of them grabbed something to eat, he went to the water’s edge intending to take something out. Suddenly, a dark shadow sprang out of the water, bit onto his thigh, and tore off a large chunk of flesh.

The adventurer let out a heart-wrenching scream, he might have been bitten on a blood vessel. Blood gushed out frantically as if being squeezed by magic, and it was impossible to stop it.

His comrades rushed up to drag him back, they opened up his wound, an examination immediately changed their faces: “It’s over, his leg’s gone, bandage it.”

Seeing this, the faces of the other adventurers turned solemn, everyone knew what injuries could be healed and what couldn’t. A wound like this won’t be healed without a bishop-level worshipper present.

Even if there was a bishop present, they would not spend money to treat such a wound. Even though it could be healed, it would take all their savings, their legs were not worth that much.

The injured adventurer was very clear about his own situation, so when his fellow handed him a rope, he used all his strength to tie it up tightly.

“What is it that injured you?” His comrade asked.

“In the water.” The injured adventurer gritted his teeth and replied.

The leg wound wasn’t just a loss of a chunk of flesh, it decimated his livelihood. The fate of an adventurer who lost his legs, whether anyone would accept him, remained a question. They didn’t belong to any major mercenary group, they couldn’t afford to keep someone without contribution, most likely he would have to fend for himself.

For a limping person, what kind of living could he make? At most, return to the village like Old John, till a few acres of barren land, marry a toothless widow. If they could have some children, there might be hope for old age.

Unfortunately, he didn’t even get a clear look at what attacked him.

With a swoosh, a burst of Holy Light was shot into the sky. Upon hearing the screams, Ange and others hurried over.

The darkness didn’t affect Ange’s observation. He launched a flashbang for the Purple Corpses, their vision was greatly compromised at night.

“There are things in the water, a lot of them.” said Ange, as he shot Holy Light into the water. The moment the Holy Light illuminated the canal, everyone was shocked to see the almost bursting canal was filled with densely packed shadows, each one showing their sharp teeth above the water.

The power of the sharp teeth, the screaming adventurer had shown it well, a bite tore off a large chunk of flesh. Their biting force was even stronger than some large carnivorous animals.

Ange approached the wounded adventurer, checked his wound, and casually dropped a drop of Essence and a dozen casts of Face Purification Technique. This bishop-level injury healed instantly in front of everyone.

Ange wouldn’t normally take the initiative like this, he adheres an equivalent exchange principle, only when his followers are injured, he would actively heal.

But today, Negris urged him, to try and minimize casualties, otherwise, it would have a negative impact on the takeover of control.

Before anyone could react, Ange had completed healing, then he stormed into the canal. Like dropping into boiling water, the whole canal began to bubble.

Not only were adventurers stunned, even Negris and Lisa were amazed at what Ange was doing. Was he trying to commit suicide?

Of course, Negris didn’t think Ange was trying to commit suicide, he just felt Ange was a bit too excited.

“Hahaha, is he trying to commit suicide or has he lost his mind? Or he took the wrong route?” A loud laughter echoed through the surroundings. Looking in the direction of the voice, there was a figure slowly walking over, surrounded by countless little shadows.

Without Ange’s Holy Light, everyone had to use traditional means. A mage was chanting a spell and a Illumination Spell was cast into the sky.

Under strong light, everyone finally saw those shadows clearly.

The figure was wearing a cloak, his hood was down revealing a handsome face. Numerous monsters of the size of dogs but with fish heads were surrounding him, showing long and sharp teeth and ferocious expressions.