Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1110

Chapter 1110: Chapter 674: Who Has So Much Faith? Chapter 1110: Chapter 674: Who Has So Much Faith? “Brave beings, the time to dedicate yourselves to nature has come, our foe is the mighty Void Ancient God, the will of nature blesses you, even in the loss of life, you may return to the embrace of nature, march forth with courage, brave beings, go!” the War Giant Tree shouted passionately, inspiring those around.

But after shouting for so long, no one moved, only Little Fat Dragon and a few others curiously looked at it, leaving the War Giant Tree bewildered, “Go.”

“Why don’t you go up?” Negris asked, clearly irritated.

“I’m not mature yet, I’m just this thin, do you really think it’s appropriate to send me?” the War Giant Tree spread its hands, gesturing to its barely sprouted self, asking helplessly.

“Of course, the will of nature blesses you, go,” Negris said with a smile.

Little Sapling timely popped its head out, waving its True Leaf: Grow—-strong—-
“Ah! The time to dedicate ourselves to the God of Life has come, everyone, go!” Before the War Giant Tree could even react, that Dark Elf who wore an extra pair of trousers was inspired, yelling loudly, and with a swoosh, wings unfolded at its back as it took flight into the Void, preparing to head toward the distant light.

“God says: Be quiet—-” Anthony spoke indifferently, divine light radiated from his body, pressing down on the Dark Elf from above, as if an invisible giant hand had pushed the Dark Elf flat onto the ground.

With the Dark Elf subdued, Anthony said authoritatively, “Moving without orders on the frontline is punished by execution, haven’t your leaders taught you the rules of the army?”

The Dark Elf who wore trousers crawled up, embarrassed, not daring to argue, and shrank back into the ranks.

Of course, she knew the army rules, she was just fired up by the excitement, damn it, that guest who drinks and skulks about, how powerful could he be? With just one hand, he pressed her flat.

She thought that with her new armor, she could take on anyone, yet it seems she couldn’t even stand up to a guest’s single hand, she didn’t know whether he recognized her or not. If he did, and then noticed that extra thing tied around her waist, oh dear, she’d need to find a hole to crawl into.

Alas, no one paid attention to the blushing Dark Elf, as everyone focused on the rapidly approaching light, not attempting to intercept it, for the aura of the light was recognized by all; it was Drosa himself arriving.

As the light grew nearer, a suffocating might bore down on them. When a Void Ancient God moves swiftly, it naturally carries a tremendous oppressive force, feeling to the ordinary person like a massive meteor hurtling down upon them, sapping their legs of strength before it even lands.

The Elves already began to feel weak at the knees, and even the War Giant Tree felt its own roots going limp and quickly stretched them into the Void. It possessed Void Roots, which could extend into other planes to draw in nourishment, thus growing faster.

However, the nutritious soil provided by Ange was so balanced with nearly every nutrient, that the tree hardly bothered to extend its Void Roots anymore.

In the midst of these people’s anxious anticipation, the light dropped close, slowing down considerably, and transformed into a humanoid being who gently descended, bowing with a hand on the chest before landing, “Wanderer Drosa greets the noble Lord of Two Worlds.”

He had to bow quickly; he was familiar with these people’s temperament–unhappy with just a word, they would kill directly. Take Dark Wing, for instance, barely had his power projection arrived when it was blasted to pieces without even getting a chance to speak.

Ange nodded.

“Welcome back, Lord Drosa, was your journey smooth? So quick, back in less than half a year, is this place that close to the Chaos Plane?” Anthony quickly continued the conversation.

The Titans, riding the Thunder Chariots, had spent more than eight hundred years traveling from the Star Burst Plane through the Chaos Plane and back to the Master Plane–a distance equivalent to a round trip. But even accounting for a single leg, it should still be four hundred years. Drosa made the journey alone; however rapid his pace, could he be hundreds of times faster than the Titans?

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Never thought I’d be back in less than half a year, indeed several hundred times faster; doesn’t that mean for the Void Ancient God, this distance isn’t far, merely half a year’s journey? That’s not good news at all.

“Close? Not really, if it was a Hole Bug, it would have teleported directly here, who needs to fly for half a year, it exhausted me.” Drosa said, then produced a cloud of mist, “Chaos Mist retrieved, my task is done, what you can research from it is up to you now.”

Ange took it into his hands as everyone leaned in to observe. Durken, puzzled, remarked, “This is the Chaos Mist? Nothing special.”

“Nothing special? No, the mist contains a very powerful force, can’t you feel it?” Negris exclaimed.

“A powerful force? No, all I see is a tuft of murky grey mist,” Durken replied.

“I also feel a very powerful force,” Anthony said.

Feiti scrutinized it for a while and then shook his head: “Grey mist.”

“Roar!” Little Angel flexed her tiny arms and shouted with force.

“Roar–” Little Zombie shouted as well.

Negris was at a loss for words; how was he to translate that?

Lightning approached and asked, “I can’t make out anything, can I have a lick?”

No way, Lightning was kicked away, and others came over in turn; some saw power, some saw grey mist, and others saw only chaos, the reports were mixed.

Drosa stated, “Chaos Mist is a very mysterious substance, those who can see the power have potential to become Ancient Gods.”

“No, I’ve summarized a bit, those who can see the power are all part of the Faith Elemental Force system, those who can’t see it are from the Soul Network, so this Chaos Mist is most likely Faith Elemental Force,” Anthony concluded.

Reminded by Anthony, Negris also realized, “That seems right, Lightning can’t see anything, it’s not part of those systems.”

Might as well call over some Elves to have a look, but while some Elves saw power, others saw nothing at all.

This distinction puzzled Anthony and after detailed questioning, it was discovered that the Elves who saw power believed in the God of Nature, but the Elves who saw nothing were atheists; they didn’t regard the God of Life as a god, merely a powerful life form that had created them.

Though both types conformed to the will of nature, their understanding of this will was drastically different.

The latter was actually more in keeping with nature and aligned with the God of Life’s definition of itself, but they weren’t as zealous as the former, hence they saw no mist, only pure chaos.

“So, this is Faith Elemental Force? Only beings with faith can see it? But the conviction inside can’t be felt,” Negris questioned.

While all were bewildered, they saw Ange pull out a stone, held it in his palm, ignited the Sacred Flame, and continuously scorched it. Then wisps of smoke rose from the stone, but unlike the pure Chaos Mist, this smoke contained impurities.

“Everlasting Spring Stone? No way, is the Chaos Mist a condensed state of Faith Elemental Force? Like the Liquid of Breath of Death?” Negris said in shock, “Chaos Mist covers the entire Chaos Plane, how much Faith Elemental Force would that be? Whose faith is in such abundant supply?”

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