Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1085

Chapter 1085: Chapter 650: What’s in the belly? Chapter 1085: Chapter 650: What’s in the belly? Despite the Serpent of Misfortune appearing cowardly yet proud, in reality, relative to its status as an Ancient God, everything it was doing now was yielding losses, and it had already given up the pride that came with its title, merely wanting to scramble through in this Void.

Why remain in this particular Void and not switch to another? Because its body was here, and staying close was safer.

But why had it undergone such a transformation? Because it could see no hope.

An Ancient God is an incredibly powerful being that, except for the Chaos Plane, no other place could sustain such a formidable existence. Every moment it spent away from the Chaos Plane and entered the Void, it continued to weaken.

When Negris asked it why it didn’t just produce another egg after the first one failed, it mentioned the arrival of the Dragon God but doubted if it could have produced another egg had the Dragon God not appeared.

An Ancient God away from the Chaos Plane is like a stream without its source, a fish out of water, utterly powerless to nurture new offspring, and even if it could give birth, it would not be able to hatch them.

And now, Negris actually told it that Ange had the ability to hatch its petrified egg? This essentially meant giving it new hope.

An Ancient God reigniting with new hope undergoes significant changes, floating back and forth around Ange, attentively serving, “Lord, are you tired?”

“Lord, are you thirsty?”

“Lord, may I massage you? Hehe, Lord, you’re really firm, oops, a cramp.”

Seeing such a sycophantic display, Negris couldn’t stand it anymore, “Alright, alright, do you also plan to serve at night? Let’s go check on that, don’t disturb Ange anymore.”

“Ah? No, I won’t disturb. Serving the Lord is my honor. Serve at night? What is that? Oh, it’s not a no… mmm mmm mmm–” Before the Serpent of Misfortune could say anything more provocative, Negris and Anthony quickly covered its mouth and dragged it away.

Ange, who had been much disturbed, could finally settle down to check the body of the great serpent.

The body of the Serpent of Misfortune was very alive, not dead but more like it was just asleep and frozen, resembling ice-frozen sea snake.

“The body isn’t damaged. Powerful intention, drive,” Ange said.

The body was still healthy, requiring only a powerful intention to drive it, but Ange didn’t plan on doing so; he just wanted to transform it into the complete form of a Dragon God. However, before that, the issue of the stone egg needed addressing.

After observing for a bit, Negris hesitantly said, “How do we remove the egg? Your belly is so large; the egg must be quite big, right? If it can’t be removed, should we go inside your body to investigate?”

Looking at the Serpent of Misfortune’s plump belly, Negris thought the stone egg must be at least as big as ten Temples of Rest. How could it be removed? If it couldn’t, they would have to go inside the Serpent of Misfortune to investigate, which certainly wasn’t an ideal research environment.

“Oh, it’s not very big, about this big.” The Serpent of Misfortune gestured a circle, about the size of two common Giant Dragon eggs.

“That small?” This size was far beyond Negris’s expectations, “With such a small egg, why is your belly so big? What’s it filled with?”

The Serpent of Misfortune proudly slapped its belly, and a circle of fat waves immediately rippled from the belly it had materialized, “Of course it’s the energy I’ve accumulated.”

“All of it? That much? How many little fat lambs have you consumed?” Negris asked in shock.

“I don’t know. The Chaos Mist can transform into any food I enjoy, as much as I wish to eat,” the Serpent of Misfortune replied.

“Transformation? The Chaos Mist can transform anything? And you can eat it?” Anthony immediately picked up on the key point; somehow, this didn’t sound quite like the Chaos Mist as they understood it.

“Of course, we grow by consuming it,” the Serpent of Misfortune naturally responded.

Anthony instinctively glanced at Ange. The Chaos Mist sounded a lot like Ange’s Element Conversion, capable of turning soil into straw, food into bread.

This Chaos Mist was even more incredible, capable of transforming into anything?

“Maybe the key to the Chaos Plane is this Chaos Mist? Is there any way to get some Chaos Mist to examine?” Anthony muttered on the side.

While they were talking, Ange had already placed both hands on the belly of the Serpent of Misfortune.

Called a belly from the outside, it looked like a vast area of bulging and cracked land, and standing on top and looking around, one couldn’t see its end.

The “cracked” fissures were the scales of the Serpent of Misfortune, with slight gaps between each scale, but to those standing upon them, these gaps were wide enough to race chariots across.

Ange placed both hands on a section of scales on his belly; because of gravity, it looked as if he was performing the levitation magic trick of “hands on the ground, body floating.”

A few heads peeked from the distant scales, one of which was a Little Dragon Man. Seeing the scene, he immediately scolded, “Who are you! What are you doing! Stop first–”
Before he could finish, they felt the air solidify, stopping the sound from carrying further and it vanished altogether, causing the rest of the words to be shouted out, but his mouth moved without any sound coming out.

The shadow of the Serpent of Misfortune hurried over, with eyes wide and an expression of panic, whispering urgently but softly, “Shush, shush… don’t disturb, disturb my master, I will fry all of you, quick, go, go, send word, don’t come near here.”

The Little Dragon Man’s face turned pale instantly, stammering in fear, “God… god… god…”
The Serpent of Misfortune had no time to listen to him finish, glaring at them before kicking them into the fissure.

The Little Dragon Man and his companions repeatedly echoed a massive voice in their minds: Go… go… go… go…
Dizzy and unable to help themselves, they ran far away, the voice in their minds finally quieting down a bit.

Exhausted, the Little Dragon Man collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, tremulously speaking to his companion, “Just now… was that… the Spirit of the Divine Dragon? Was it?”

His companion panted even harder, “He…. huff… yes… he…”
A few of them unconsciously looked back, and immediately, a massive voice resounded in their minds: Go… go…
Dizzy and unable to help themselves, they ran far away again, which lasted all day long. As long as they dared to look back, the massive voice would arise.

Fortunately, the voice did not sound if they did not turn back, or they would have run themselves to death.

The Serpent of Misfortune chased away all approaching creatures, blocking any unpredictable factors, allowing Ange to proceed undisturbed.

Under these unobtrusive conditions, Ange precisely located a not-so-large stone egg in that plump belly. Once he found its position, Ange forcefully surged the scales, transforming into the Dragon God, and pushed forward forcefully with one hand.

Ange’s hand disappeared but quickly pulled back, reverting from his transformation, and he started smashing various supplements on himself to recover. After recovery, he glanced at the Spirit of the Nemesis, shuddered all over, and could transform once again.

Negris watched with a pained expression on his face, unable to help but curse, “Wasteful.”

“Where is the egg?” the Serpent of Misfortune thought with a question mark; just a press and a pull back? Where’s the egg?

Ange took the stone egg out from the Temple of Rest. When he had pressed down earlier, he had pushed the stone egg into the Temple of Rest.

Luckily he had so many odd things on him; otherwise, even a real Dragon God would find it difficult to extract the stone egg undamaged, since Ange discovered that a large section of tissue wrapping the stone egg had also petrified, almost merging into one complete whole.

Although the egg was only about the size of two ordinary dragon eggs, it was not easy to thoroughly soak it in Insect Ash Liquid, and Negris asked, “Do you have enough Insect Ash Liquid?”

Ange nodded and flipped out a small bottle of Concentrated Worm Ash Essence, roughly a few hundred milliliters. Not to mention soaking, it would be difficult even to smear it all over the stone egg.

However, Ange didn’t smear it. Instead, he dropped a few drops in the cavity, for Rebirth of the eggshell.

After the eggshell rebirthed, he shockingly knocked a hole in the eggshell, then rebirthed the tissue inside the hole, and extracted a tiny bit of the rebirthed tissue to soak in Essence Nutrient Liquid.

Seeing this, Negris realized he had been overthinking; Ange simply couldn’t bear to use the Insect Ash Liquid to soak, as it was his fertilizer.

Just soaking a tiny piece of tissue and using Essence Nutrient Liquid to nurture it, the nutrient liquid extracted from Holy Mushrooms was more than enough.

The Essence Nutrient Liquid, combined with Instant Death Halo, allowed the tiny piece of tissue to continuously grow until it reached the size of a fist and then stopped growing.

The anxious Serpent of Misfortune was about to ask why when Ange chopped the fist-sized tissue into four pieces with a few karate chops.

The scales of Serpent of Misfortune all stood on end.