Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 421
Chapter 421: Chapter 252: The War Tree Man Declares War on You_1
“You are truly… a genius…” Negris looked at the Dry Witch Heart in the Life Box, then at the Concentrated Worm Ash Essence in Ange’s hand, and couldn’t help but sigh.
Insect Ash is a super magical fertilizer. The Essence Bug Ash Liquid, refined with Holy Water, can resurrect the dead and restore the characteristics of living organisms.
The Essence Worm Ash becomes Concentrated Worm Ash Essence after it has been purified through a purification spell and reduced by three bowls to one.
The Concentrated Worm Ash Essence not only can reverse life sacrifices and save Oke, but it can also restore life to dead things, regenerating rotting teeth.
The Witch Heart in the Life Box is now dead.
If that was the case, it wouldn’t be enough to surprise Negris. After all, the most important thing for the undead is memory. Being reduced to a skeleton is pointless; even if fully revived, it would still be a newborn skeleton.
But this happens to be a Witch, and moreover, a Life Box.
The Life Box of a Witch is prepared for the resurrection of a Witch after soul extinction. Lan from Ice City was resurrected using a Life Box.
Not every witch can possess such a thing as a Life Box. Only rich and powerful witches have the wealth and ability to refine a Life Box.
This clearly showed that Lan’s previous identity was certainly not ordinary.
Regrettably, she was burned to death by the church with holy burial cloths wrapped around her, and lost all her memories, not even remembering who she was.
There was no burial cloth on Durken’s Life Box. As long as the Life Box was revived, Durken would be completely restored.
Ironic as it may seem, of all the planes, only Ange could resurrect Durken. The appearance of other gods would be pointless.
But what surprised Negris wasn’t that Ange could do it, but that Ange realized so quickly that he ‘could do it’. Even he, the mighty God of Knowledge, hadn’t dared to think in that direction, yet Ange was the first to think of it. If this wasn’t genius, then what was?
Of course he was a genius. Otherwise, it would suggest that Negris was foolish for not figuring it out sooner. Kvada.
A few drops of the Concentrated Worm Ash Essence were dropped, and the shriveled heart, like a cypress leaf absorbing water, gradually expanded.
Expanding to two-thirds of its size, Negris took out the gold-touch stick and touched the scattered metal components.
It was like an invisible hand grabbing these parts, automatically flying them to the heart and accurately embedding them back to their original positions.
Lamo behind him was surprised: “Isn’t that Lord Durken’s Gold-touch Stick? How did it end up in your hands? Lord Durken always lamented not bringing his Gold-touch Suit. Otherwise, he might have been able to refine a teleporting device with the materials inside his cloak.”
“Materials inside the cloak? There are materials inside the cloak? Isn’t a cloak merely for looking cool?” Negris was surprised, and casually took out the Gold-touch Cloak.
He held the cloak with both hands and shook it, but there was no change. While there were inscriptions on the cloak, they obviously weren’t space inscriptions. How could it hold things?
Among the Gold-touch set of three, only the Gold-touch Stick and the Spirit Eater Hat had a use. The cloak had none, making Negris believe that the cloak was simply for vanity.
“Of course not! If the cloak is in your hands, then where is the Spirit Eater Hat? Where did you find it?” Lamo asked.
Negris casually replied: “I ransacked Durken’s palace and found it there.”
He then took out the Spirit Eater Hat: “How does it work?”
“…” Lamo was silent, looking at him uncomfortably.
Seeing that he was not talking, Negris urged: “Speak.”
“Isn’t it bad? What if Lord Durken wakes up…” Lamo said reluctantly.
“So what if he wakes up? I still have to charge him when he does. Is the Gold-touch Suit even enough to cover the resurrection fee?”
“It’s not my business if you charge him, but if I tell you how to use it, he will come to me when he wakes up.”
“If you don’t tell me, he will come to you when he wakes up anyway. We will say you obstructed us during his resurrection and cause him to have a missing arm or leg.”
“…My lord, you are ruthless. Cover the hat with the cloak, then reach inside the hat, and the space inside will be activated.” Lamo said.
Negris was stunned. Such a clever combination? No wonder he was unable to find out; no wonder it’s called the Gold-touch Suit. It turned out that they had to be combined to activate all functions.
Negris quickly covered the hat with the cloak and then reached in… His hands were too short, so he directly put his head in and began to pull out items one by one.
After a while of pulling out items, a surge of psionic waves suddenly erupted from Ange’s position. Ange, being closest to the source, was shocked, and countless remnants of thoughts flooded into his soul.
“Damn it, the damage from the spatial turbulence is too severe, the Life Box is about to shatter.”
“What should I do? This is so embarrassing. Am I going to be sliced to death by spatial turbulence? What should I do? Those guys outside will die laughing.”
“Forget it, let’s fool them for a while. Just say that the Breath of Death is depleted, and I cannot be revived for now. Let them wake me up when we leave.”
“Probably, we can’t leave. The soul connection with His Majesty is cut off. It seems that His Majesty has failed, so he abandoned the Soul Network to prevent us from accompanying him in his death.”
“It’s a pity I didn’t manage to grab the Gold-touch Suit. There are materials for a Space Gate in the suit’s storage. Once assembled, it can be used to directly access the World Transit Station.”
“The headstone is too ugly, not beautiful at all. When he constructed his palace, he should have used some of the scrap materials to beautify the tomb.”
“I really want to sing, but singing in the graveyard is too scary…”
“Lamo is crying again, he’s suffering from insomnia, and doesn’t let others sleep either…”
