Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

As soon as the infection touched anyone, it would use their flesh and blood to proliferate even more toxins until they were poisoned to death.

Unexpectedly, he had poisoned an ascetic monk, an unorthodox monk from the Church of Light whom not even the Pope could command. He had managed to poison him, and all it had cost him was a puppet bug-infested body.

Usually, those infected by puppet bugs had slower and stiffer movements. But surprisingly, the ascetic monk himself treated the patients. Porterus had never seen such a commoner-friendly clergyman in his life.

The big shots of the Church always traveled in luxurious carriages, their residences were located in clean, spacious areas of the wealthy. It was rare to see them stepping into such dirty and disordered places, let alone personally treating the poor and the victims of disasters.

This was a great opportunity. By killing such a beloved monk in public, gnawing him to the bone, he would deal a huge blow to the Church of Light. If they couldn’t protect their own monks, how could they protect the Disciples of Light?

All these thoughts flashed through Porterus’s mind. But then, he noticed something was wrong. Why was the monk’s hand so hard? Where was the flesh and blood?

Porterus, realizing he couldn’t bite into the monk, looked up in shock at Ange.

Ange turned his hand and grabbed him, pushing him straight down into the Temple of Rest.

Negris anxiously protested, “Cover it up! Use some Holy Light to cover it! Your Boundary-crossing Hand trait is too conspicuous, anyone would recognize it.”

“Oh.” Ange responded, as a strong Holy Light burst out from where his arm had disappeared, dazzling everyone and making it hard to keep their eyes open. Immediately after, he quickly pulled the Boundary-crossing Hand back.

All anyone saw was Ange’s arm suddenly disappearing and then bursting out with a brilliant light as if his hand had been inserted into the Holy Light. The one who had attacked him had disappeared.

The whole scene happened in a flash, and many people couldn’t react in time, let alone see clearly.

Even if they had been able to see clearly, it didn’t mean they could recognize the Boundary-crossing Hand. Negris had simply been overly cautious; even recognizing it as the Boundary-crossing Hand would not be strange, couldn’t ascetic monks use the Boundary-crossing Hand too?

It was not unusual at all for the ascetic monks to accomplish something that space mages could do. No one was surprised. Yet, they found the sight of Ange inserting his hand into the Holy Light and the enemy disappearing to be quite dazzling.

Everyone cheered without hesitation, “Blessed by the Holy Light, long live Lord Ange!”

Ange turned and went back into the tent with the patient who was temporarily stable. Anthony quickly followed him inside and ordered his guards to stand outside and keep their distance. Then he activated the silence and interference boundaries.

The silence boundary was meant to prevent sound from spreading, and the interference boundary was to prevent mental probing.

After these preparations were completed, Anthony signaled Ange to put him inside the Temple of Rest.

Upon entering the Temple of Rest, they came to a corner of the new farm, where a small horse, covered with thin scales and showing a mouthful of sharp teeth, was chewing on something. Before it lay a huge pile of a variety of things.

For instance, shells, bones of chickens, ducks, fish, sheep, cows, and horses, hooves, stems, roots, tubers of crops, basically parts that normal beings wouldn’t eat. Trashing these would pollute the environment, so these things were given to the Insect God to process.

Who would have thought that the grand Insect God Hermel would become a waste manager today?

However, the Insect God didn’t mind. It was only the tender and fatty parts that it felt were not chewy enough and were slurped down instantaneously.

The only thing it never found lacking in chewiness was fat, which was high in calories and could fill it up after consumption.

Porterus who had been just shoved in, sat paralyzed on the ground, shivering all over, clueless. Hermel didn’t need to do much, just a glance at him every now and then was enough to render him weak and powerless.

This body was not Porterus’s original. He had employed a special method to synchronize his consciousness within it. Even if Ange were to blast this body, he wouldn’t get hurt.

He couldn’t be harmed via his spirit, inflicting damage by an attack on his consciousness.

This method of synchronizing consciousness allowed Porterus to be fearless before the Gods of Light. He was confident that even if he killed the ascetic monk, the Gods of Light would not be able to touch him.

What Porterus didn’t anticipate was – Is the Insect God here?

No, or rather, there’s an Insect God here. He discovered that this Insect God didn’t seem to be the one he knew.

Regardless of whether he knew him or not, an Insect God was an Insect God. For his unique synchronization method, the Insect God held superior control. In other words, the Insect God controlled his body, and his original form through this special synchronization method.

Porterus was on the verge of tears. Even if all of the Gods of Light appeared before him, he wouldn’t feel as hopeless as he did now. The Insect God had gotten him.

A dejected Porterus soon saw a group of people surrounding him, a golden book floating in front of him.

The Gold Book? Porterus stretched his hand to touch it. For many creatures, reaching out for things that are shiny is an instinct.

The cover of the Yellow Book opened and slapped away his hand, cracking open to become bigger than a person, smashing onto the ground.

From the opened pages, a Bronze Giant Dragon’s giant head leaned in, as if it was about to emerge from the book, while in the corner of the pages, was a man in red star armor, peering out.

After examining Porterus for a few moments, Negris’s voice echoed: “You say that the Insect God sends his greetings to us, which Insect God? This one?”

Porterus shook his head vigorously.

“So you mean, there’s a second Insect God, huh? Haha, which little bug is involved? Where is your headquarters? Who else is there? Did you invent this plague? The method of projecting your consciousness is quite peculiar, how did you do it? Tell us quickly, or I’ll feed you to the little horse,” Negris threatened.

Lightning shouted angrily, “Who are you calling little horse?! It’s not a little horse, it’s a little bug!”

“Alright, alright, little bug it is, I’ll feed you to the little bug,” Negris quickly corrected, not wanting to be berated by Lightning for a month because of such a trivial thing.

Porterus obediently said, “The plague had nothing to do with me, my consciousness projection uses puppet worm’s information pheromones. There are male and female puppet worms, if you implant them into the bodies of the opposite gender, you can sync their consciousness. Our headquarters is in …”

Right at this moment, Porterus suddenly started to melt. His skin and flesh were melting off like wax.

This sudden and unexpected change terrified Porterus, and he started to scream desperately: “Oh Insect God Mattis, spare me! I was forced to do this, I didn’t want this, I….I….”

Hermel tilted his head and bared his teeth.

Boom! Porterus’s body exploded. This was the effect of two Insect God powers colliding within him. Obviously, his body couldn’t handle the amount of force at their level.

“Uh, did he get found out? Mattis? So, there really are two Insect Gods. Did he say where their headquarters was? Elf? Elf what, elf forest? If the bugs’ headquarters is in a forest, then it really will be troublesome,” Negris muttered to himself.

PS: I need to take my son to get vaccinated.