Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 476

Chapter 476: Chapter 279: It Never Said These Words_2

Luna also looked down on these items, while Shamara had her eyes on a few. Yet, the Little Angel picked them all up in an instant. If anyone dared to snatch them from her, she would squawk loudly.

The Purple Skeleton Titans transformed, each wielding a Thunderbolt Javelin.

“A Thunderbolt Javelin? The weapon of the Gold Titans? Where did you find these? So many?!” Negris asked in amazement.

Pointing to a far corner, the purple corpse indicated a basket: “Found them over there. Ten plus of them, all stuck in the basket.”

“Although they’re not particularly good weapons, they suit you guys perfectly. They can absorb surrounding Thunder Power, and fully release it after striking a target. They’re essentially disposable long-range weapons,” said Negris.

“However, for you, its ability to absorb Thunder Power is more meaningful. Hold it, absorb its thunder power, and it can promote your evolution. It doesn’t necessarily need to be used as a disposable weapon,” Negris added.

These Purple corps were all Mixed-Blood Titans and possessed the bloodline of the Thunder Titan but couldn’t control the Thunder Power. They usually resorted to brute force in battles.

Real Thunder Titans were massive creatures, standing more than ten meters tall, imbued with overwhelming Thunder Power. Every movement they made was thunderous, and melee combat with an adult Bronze Dragon was never a problem.

However, having the bloodline of Thunder Titans meant that the Purple Skeleton Clan could continue evolving. Once she awakened the Thunder Power in her bloodline, it was not impossible for her to become a real Thunder Titan.

While the Thunderbolt Javelin was disposable for Thunder Titans, for the Purple Skeleton Clan, it was the most appropriate weapon. They could not only reuse it but also absorb the Thunder Power to strengthen themselves and get closer to becoming real Thunder Titans.

Of course, the desire was beautiful, whether it could succeed was another matter. It was like every Dragon-blood member wanting to evolve into a Giant Dragon, but hardly anyone ever succeeded.

“Everyone, don’t put away your stuff just yet. Let me tally up everything first and distribute them reasonably according to your particular characteristics. Don’t just grab the highest-level ones. And I’m talking about you, Little Angel. Hand over the stuff for me to count,” Negris roared at the Little Angel in Aoao-language.

The Little Angel was holding a pile in her arms, bulging and uncertain how many pieces she took.

She didn’t budge when Negris didn’t raise his voice, but the moment he did, she clutched the things in her arms tighter and took off running.

“Ange, Ange, hold her back, let me count the things she has grabbed. Ange, Ange?” He called a few times, but there was no response. When he looked back, Ange was nowhere to be found.

“Where did this fellow run off to? Does he also have fields here?” Negris flew to the garden following the sensed direction, and immediately spotted Ange who was collecting various plant seeds in the garden.

If it were a crop that had already bloomed and bore fruit, Ange would pluck them directly and collect them. If they hadn’t yet bloomed, he’d stomp on the ground, and the plants in the garden would grow rapidly, competing to bloom and bear fruit.

There should be a lot of valuable crops in the garden of the Goddess of Redemption. Realizing this, Negris did not stop him and quietly waited for his collection work to finish.

When everyone left the divine realm, the entire realm had been tragically turned over. Some people got weapons, some got armor, some got seeds; everyone was satisfied.

Of course, those highest-level divine artifacts that everyone could not handle, all eventually ended up with Ange. He was too lazy to look at them and stuffed all of them into the Resting Camp recklessly.

When they returned to the farm, the wind had stopped, and the small hole on the magnificent gate also disappeared.

Lisa stepped in and asked the Minotaurs: “Would you like to leave this place? If you worship the Undead God, you can eat your fill.”

Hearing they could eat to their content, the minotaurs almost squashed Lisa.

Stuffing the Minotaurs into the Resting Camp, Ange pressed the boundary monument of the farm with the Boundary-crossing Hand.

He pushed the entire boundary monument into the Resting Camp. When it appeared inside, it was next to the farm there.

With the boundary monument gone, the outside farmland’s barrier collapsed with a loud rumbling noise. The soil on the ground turned into powder and kept collapsing until everything disappeared, revealing hard igneous rock.

Inside the Resting Camp, the newly appeared boundary monument also shook loudly. The land originally covered with Breathing Soil was forcibly squeezed open by the normal soil. It pushed further and further, reaching wider and wider.

Forty odd hours later, a normal field forcefully appeared next to where the farm used to be. The area was the same as on the outside, totaling three thousand six hundred acres.

“This does not seem to have been formed by transforming the original land. Instead, it appears to have been squeezed out within the Resting Camp. In other words, the Resting Camp has increased its area by three thousand six hundred acres out of nowhere? This is too incredible! What does this boundary marker do?” Negris wondered aloud in surprise.

“Could it be a dimensional space? Why don’t we dismantle one and see?” Lamo suggested.

The space within the Resting Camp could be filled using dimensional space. The original reward for rescuing the Dimension Beast was several hundred cubic meters of dimensional space.

However, a few hundred cubic meters of space had almost no meaningful effect when compared to the Resting Camp. Even when introduced, there was hardly any noticeable change.

So much so, that Negris began to regret it. A space of a few hundred cubic meters may be insignificant for the Resting Camp, but as an independent space, it would be extremely valuable.

It was hard to find a space artifact that had so much space. If they knew Hiludi at that time, they could have used her help to seal the space in some magic artifact, which would have resulted in an artifact that had several hundred cubic meters of space. It could hold anything and they wouldn’t have to keep piling everything on Ange.

Unfortunately, regrets were in vain. Once it is added, it cannot be disassembled again. That’s just the way it was.

But now, the Resting Camp had an extra three thousand six hundred acres of space, equivalent to 2.4 square kilometers, a significantly large area. It was clear that the boundary of the Resting Camp had expanded.

Therefore, the boundary marker did not transform the land of the original boundary into a new one, it expanded to create this area. Aside from dimensional space, it seemed no other thing could achieve this.

However, the moment Lamo suggested his idea, he immediately sensed a dangerous thought focused on him. Quickly coming to his senses, he promptly changed his words: “Of course we can’t dismantle it, how could we? Such a precious thing must be well preserved.”

Ange looked at him, half-believing and half-doubting for a while, and then eventually chucked him out, not allowing him into the space for quite some time.

The expansion of the farm barrier was completed forty odd hours later, and Ange and his group had long since returned to the sandbank.

The minotaurs were so attracted by the sea as soon as they were released that they plunged right in after testing the water. They had never seen so much water in their lives, as their wells could only provide water for half a day.

Because the wind would blow away the water, even when it stopped, it would take most of the day for the water to rise to the well mouth.

They also needed the water from the wells to irrigate their crops, which led to a severe water shortage for the minotaurs. Seeing so much water, they were so excited that they were about to go crazy.

Luckily, the Sea People were there to watch them, otherwise it would have drowned several minotaurs.

The Sea People were taking care of the seaweed, the Harvest Goddess’s believers were tending the soilless rice, the chosen strong men formed the guard to guard the teleportation array, and everything was running smoothly.

After some time, out of one hundred thousand believers of the Harvest Goddess, over sixty thousand had been transported. This speed was quite fast considering it was cross-dimensional teleportation.

Correspondingly, about sixty thousand tons of grain had also been transported. Going back and forth, the teleportation array was continuously busy. Under such high intensity operation, Lisa was very worried that it might break down.

This teleportation array differed from the world transfer station, as it didn’t have an automatic repair function. As long as it was fed with soul energy, it could freely restore itself, and it didn’t matter even if it broke down.

But for the time being, it couldn’t stop for maintenance. Anthony was waiting for the food to save lives. They simply used the method of sending people once and transporting the grain once in turns to cool down.

As soon as the new batch of people were transported, priest Dakwen, waiting on the side, quickly stepped forward. He led them out, but as soon as they had left the teleportation array, a pale middle-aged man suddenly fell to his knees, collapsing onto the ground.

Dakwen chuckled, “He must be teleportation sick. Come here, have a drink of water to soothe yourself, don’t worry, you’ve come to the world of the Harvest Goddess, here is the most delicious…” some people are carsick, some are seasick, and naturally, some are teleportation sick. This kind of space transfer would easily cause headaches and dizziness, it’s normal to feel dizzy and nauseous.

But before Dakwen could finish his sentence, the pale middle-aged man suddenly opened his mouth and threw up a pile of bright red stuff, then fell back and quickly lost consciousness.

When Ange and Negris rushed over, a pale Dakwen said tremblingly, “My… My Lords, we are in trouble. I suspect they have contracted some new plague, there are many people in this batch who show symptoms.”