Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1079

Chapter 1079: Chapter 644: Can’t Stand Them Anymore, Throw Them Out Chapter 1079: Chapter 644: Can’t Stand Them Anymore, Throw Them Out Luther clutched a grease-paper-wrapped dried corpse of a Little Yellow Dragon and scurried through the tree hollow, enthusiastically greeting everyone he met before running up to Lord Nage, “Lord Nage, did you want to see me?”

“Yes, I have good news for you. Where have you been running off to?” Negris unwrapped the grease paper and asked Ange to rehydrate it as he spoke.

Luther’s expression immediately turned slightly resentful, “Lord Nage, did you actually forget where you ‘forgot’ me?”

This was already the second time. Thankfully, as a High-level Sword Saint, Luther could occasionally break through by desperately munching on beetroot chips, so generally, there wasn’t much danger unless he did something reckless.

But forgetting was one thing, not even remembering where he was forgotten was just too much.

Negris projected his thoughts onto his body, got up awkwardly, and laughed, “Alright alright, I’ve sought you out immediately for something good now, what’s there to complain about?”

Luther’s eyes sparkled, “What good thing?”

“Sowing,” Negris replied casually, then asked Ange to take them out.

Luther immediately rubbed his hands together excitedly, “How did you know I practiced? Hehe, I’ve been practicing sowing and harvesting lately. You forgot, and so did the big guy, surely because I don’t know how to farm. If I knew how to farm, surely the big guy wouldn’t have forgotten about me.”

Negris rolled his eyes, “You’re pretty brave, trying to compete with Little Zombie? But it’s not that kind of sowing.”

Luther was taken out and saw a colorful spectacle, showcasing numerous species flaunting and competing in beauty, creating an unprecedented scene, only…

A green-haired, slim-faced beauty, dragging a long serpent tail; a buff, muscular champ that could run horses on his arms, yet was a ‘beauty’; an ordinary human who would sprout snake-like scales and forked tongue when agitated… All sorts and types, too numerous to count.

“This… this… oh, Lord, long time no see, I’ve missed you, what’s all this about?” Luther was startled, nearly forgetting to greet Ange.

“Dating, socializing, pollinating,” said Ange.

Luther gasped in horror, looking at Negris and saying, “You meant this kind of sowing? This is the ‘good news’? Lord Nage, I’ve done you no wrong!”

Negris interrupted, “Ange asked to call you.”

Luther’s complaint abruptly stopped, and he looked at Ange who was bustling about inside the Temple of Rest, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and said, “Alright then, who am I to sow? One by one, or all at once?”

Negris slapped his head, “I’m telling you to come for dating, do we have to pick someone for you? Can’t you look for yourself? Just pursue whoever you like, just don’t force it, now get lost.”

Luther was kicked away, shifted his perspective, and only then noticed behind a bunch of oddly shaped creatures, there were even more ‘normal’ creatures, from males to females to males to hermaphrodites.

The creatures at Serpent of Misfortune were oddly shaped, and Ange’s subordinates included many oddly shaped ones too, except for the Undead, the rest had needs for reproduction.

Upon receiving Ange’s permission, Anthony simply organized a large-scale dating and socializing event, allowing those odd shaped creatures–like Goblins, Dwarves, Cave Dwarves, Giant Dragons, Snake People, Dragonkin, Dragon’s Lackeys, and such–struggling to find partners to come for dating, and naturally, Luther who was also single, couldn’t be left out.

Whether he could find the right person was up to his own abilities; even if he couldn’t find someone ‘suitable’, crossing the line was fine as long as both parties agreed.

By bringing everyone together and letting them “pollinate” on their own, Ange didn’t care anymore, as he wasn’t interested in animal pollination.

“Lord, are you finished with your tasks? If you are, please come to the gap here. I’ve discovered so many things, I don’t know how to describe them,” Durken transmitted his thoughts to Ange.

Durken was at the gap, surveying the area, preparing to build a moveable planting plane there. There were too many considerations, the first of which was the crust’s stability.

The crust of this plane was very special. It was a huge seashell, and no one knew to whom it belonged, where it had come from, or what had become of the original creatures here.

It was only known that the shell was occupied by Nightmare Saya. Hence, the core of the crust was a shell with a helical cavity spiraling inward, where the Sayas usually contracted inside.

The shell’s surface was piled with too many bones and some impurities, making the surface round, with only the cavity uncovered, allowing entrance into the shell’s cavity from the gap.

Durken was at this spot now. Ange and Negris hurried over and saw him holding a strand of hair.

“Is this… a young Sayas?” Negris exclaimed.

Durken nodded, “It should be, but it’s dead. There are a few eggs inside that still have some life, but they haven’t hatched yet.”

Negris looked closely, curiously asking, “Why doesn’t it have a face? The large Sayas all have a face at the front.”

Anthony arrived just then and responded to the query, “It probably hadn’t grown one yet. These creatures, which feed on the power of faith, are also influenced by it. Perhaps it needs to absorb some power of faith before it can grow a face.”

“How do you know?” Negris was astonished. As the God of Knowledge, even he was unaware of these facts. This was his first encounter with such bizarre creatures, and he had no knowledge about them.

“I got it from Sinat. They killed two Saya and even performed a Soul Search on one of them, gathering a lot of information,” Anthony said.

“Soul Search?” Negris was stunned and looked toward Ange. Ange had also killed a Saya, hooking out its soul.

Ange tilted his head, retrieving a large clump of Soul Flame, which was evidently the one he had hooked from that Saya.

Negris asked helplessly, “You didn’t search its soul, did you? You are an Undead; Soul Searching should be basic, right?”

Ange scratched his head and said, “It… doesn’t farm.” Implying, he had no interest in searching the soul of a creature that couldn’t farm.

Negris was resigned to it, becoming accustomed to such situations where even scolding wasn’t of interest anymore since scolding Ange wouldn’t change anything, and he would just ignore you next time.

“Never mind, bring it here.” Ange went to get the Bronze Book and stuffed the Soul Flame into the book.

Before Negris could bite the Soul Flame, suddenly from a corner, a figure leapt out, eyes glowing, and shouted, “Red Star, flash!”

A red light ‘tagged’ the Soul Flame, directly detonating it.

Elated by the action, Red Star then shouted at Negris, “Red Star, flash!”

The red light ‘tagged’ Negris.

Negris’s face darkened. He stomped on it, pinning it under his foot, then turned to Ange and said, “I can’t take them any longer, is there a way to send them away? Make them a body and throw them out.”