Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1109

Chapter 1109: Chapter 673: A layer of fiber, a layer of glue Chapter 1109: Chapter 673: A layer of fiber, a layer of glue The Void Holy Armor Eggs were quickly distributed to the hands of the elves, who had only recently arrived on the Divine Wood Continent and were in the greatest need of protection. This allowed them to quickly integrate into the production workforce; otherwise, who knew how many weeks it would take for them to adapt to the environment of the Divine Wood Continent.

The Shadow Leopard Archer handed out the Holy Armor Eggs to everyone and then pulled out a piece of paper, reading aloud, “This is called a Void Holy Armor Egg. It’s a kind of armor with the ability to transform, allowing us to breathe, move, and survive in the void. To use it, press it against your chest, then focus your attention and imagine its shape. It will transform according to our imagination into the envisioned form–wow, it sounds so advanced.”

Jerika nodded, pressed the Holy Armor Egg to her body, and said, “Got it, self-adapting growth armor. The one Her Majesty has seems like that too; it can automatically adapt to the body shape and always fit tightly.”

“Oh, growth armor, so that’s what it means. Tell me earlier, will you? Void Holy Armor Egg? With that name, I thought I’d have to incubate it in my bed before I could wear it,” another Dark Elf teased, also pressing it to her body.

“Don’t talk nonsense. This is even more advanced than the one Her Majesty has. It can let us survive, move, and breathe in the void, and it can transform based on our imagination. Now it’s time to test our aesthetic taste. Let’s see whose envisioned armor is the most practical, good-looking, and beautiful,” the Shadow Leopard Archer declared.

Elven aesthetics were not to be underestimated–they were known for being delicate, luxurious, and dreamy, and what was more frightening was that almost every elf possessed this kind of imaginative power for beauty.

As she imagined, Jerika’s armor began to take shape on her body: form-fitting, flowing, and varicolored black, exuding the mysterious beauty of the Dark Elves.

What surprised Jerika even more was that the armor didn’t feel like it was worn on the body; rather, it felt like it had ‘grown’ onto her. They seemed to have become an extension of her body. Even when her fingers glided across the armor, she could feel it against the skin underneath, and by focusing her attention in a specific place, the armor could even move.

“This is too magical, isn’t it? Does this mean I could grow two more hands?” Jerika muttered to herself, her mind whirring with mischief, her attention now concentrated between her legs.

A man might be curious about the feel of a woman having two extra bumps; a female elf would be just as curious about the sensation of a male elf having a fifth limb. Wouldn’t it get crushed when riding on a tree branch? Would it swing about while running?

Out of curiosity, Jerika crafted one for herself and then hopped and jumped around, finding it amusingly entertaining.

As she was enjoying herself, the Shadow Leopard Archer read from the paper again, “The armor solidifies in five minutes; if it exceeds five minutes, the form gets fixed, and it’s no longer necessary to reimagine the shape when wearing it in the future.”

Jerika felt as if she’d been struck by thunder, freezing in place… she seemed to have exceeded five minutes.

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“What’s with that elf? Didn’t we just give her a Holy Armor Egg? Why is she wearing an extra pair of pants? What’s that bulging on her waist? It looks like she’s wrapped something around herself; a tail, perhaps?” Negris noticed one of the odd elves in the group and wondered aloud.

But after just a few murmurs, he let it go. People are free to wear what they like, as long as it doesn’t affect others.

His attention returned to Ange. After cultivating the Holy Armor Eggs, Ange had started working on those Elf Chariots–war chariots that could fly in the void, yet were grown from seeds. Can you believe it?

Not to say no one believed it; Ange initially couldn’t believe it either, as it completely overturned his concept of planting and opened the door to a whole new world for him.

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Therefore, on this matter, he had invested the most energy and had been most cautious, not starting immediately but instead choosing to first grow other things. Only after the God of Life had sorted through the information left behind by the Void Tree and gained a deeper understanding of the seeds did he dare to begin.

“Deeper understanding? What understanding do you have? Start with this, how could something as sophisticated as planting seeds to grow chariots even be conceivable? What method is used to make it happen?” Negris asked with curiosity.

Ange scratched his head and said with frustration, “Growth, shaping, nodule formation, resin secretion, binding, chimera, pulling away.”

“Pfft, a chimera pulling it? Wouldn’t that just result in growing a carriage? What’s the use of that?” Negris spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He had imagined it would be like a Titan’s Thunder Chariot, capable of moving on its own and amplifying the Titan’s attacks. If it was just a carriage, what use would that be? And the carriage was even made of wood.

Ange said, “Big, tough, wood and glue, harder than iron.”

“Harder than iron? How could that be?” Negris was somewhat skeptical. There were some exceptionally hard types of wood in the Master Plane, claimed to be harder than iron, called ironwood, but the iron they were compared to was raw iron, which is not at all the same concept as steel.

Could Ange possibly be comparing to raw iron?

However, once the Elf Chariots started to grow, Negris realized that they really might be harder than steel. The plants that made up the chariot were very fine velvety threads. Once the main vine grew out the outlines, these velvety threads would extend over and cover it with a fine layer, and then the fibers would carbonize.

After the internal fibers carbonized, the velvet’s surface quickly liquefied, transforming into a kind of resin that stuck to the carbonized fibers. In this manner, on the vine outlines, a layer of carbonized woody fiber, a layer of glue, another layer of carbon fiber, another layer of glue, gradually bonding to form a war chariot ten thousand meters long, three thousand meters wide, and shaped like an olive core.

“This is too magical, why would the strength be so high after the carbonized lignin and resin are bonded? Why can it grow so big? The soil where it takes root doesn’t even weigh as much as it does; surely it can’t gain ten pounds from eating a pound of food? Could it be like the old trees, growing by absorbing the life force from other plants?” Negris exclaimed in shock. This was all beyond his knowledge system.

The old tree poked its head out and said leisurely, “It has space roots.”

Like the Void War Tree, the Elf Chariot’s roots could also reach into other spaces, drawing nutrients from soil in other planes.

Negris jolted, “Then that means its roots don’t need to be planted here; they can be completely retracted.”

No sooner had he spoken than he saw the Elf Chariot slowly retracting its roots, withdrawing into the olive-shaped structure. From the outside, it had completely detached from the Divine Wood Continent, becoming an independent entity floating in the Void.

“It really can, it’s amazing, let’s go, let’s go take a look inside,” Negris said excitedly.

But before they could enter the inside of the Elf Chariot, a point of light suddenly appeared in the distance of the Void, getting brighter and brighter.

On the Divine Wood Continent, a newly grown Void War Tree issued an alarm, “Attention, a Void Ancient God is approaching.”

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