Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1117

Chapter 1117: Chapter 681: How Did She Come Back? Chapter 1117: Chapter 681: How Did She Come Back? Ange had created too many things, the most abundant of which were seeds. With two Trees of Life on his shoulders, optimizing the seeds was simply too easy for him.

Of course, it was mainly the God of Life that did the optimization. Little Sapling was only responsible for ‘growing, growing, growing–,’ as it was too small to comprehend some of the more complex vocabulary.

So, when Ange pulled out a handful of seeds, Negris lost interest in probing further. With Ange’s linguistic skills, explaining it clearly would take until daylight.

After donning the Chaos Sacred Armor, the Elf Chariot gained the ability to move. As all its wings unfolded and flapped, the chariot began to accelerate at a rate of ten centimeters per second.

Don’t think that this speed is slow; since there is no resistance in the Void, the speed keeps increasing without decrease. Ten centimeters in the first second, twenty in the second, two meters per second by the twentieth, and by the two-hundredth second, twenty meters per second, and so on, increasing until the wings on the armor flap faster than the chariot itself.

Of course, with long acceleration comes a long deceleration time. To reduce both, more wings would need to be added, but this would be somewhat wasteful as the armor already coated the chariot’s surface. Adding more would require stacking on top of the armor and wouldn’t substantially enhance defense.

A single layer of armor, no matter how thick, is not as effective as composite armor. Stacking thicker armor is pointless when layers of different materials could be used instead.

Thus, Ange transplanted some sprouts from the parent plant, constantly pruning them so their velvety roots grew onto the armor plates, covering the entire surface of the chariot like ivy.

With the ‘velvet carpet’ laid out as an excellent base, it would be wasteful not to make use of it, and so Ange began to plant things on top…

Negris was left speechless, “You keep stacking layer upon layer like this; it will soon turn into a ball.”

It was already resembling a ball. The originally oval Elf Chariot had grown fatter, turning into an even rounder oval.

Ange didn’t mind and plucked four buds from the Void War Tree, letting the God of Life nurture them into four Little War Tree saplings that were planted along the chariot’s waistline.

When the Little War Trees grew, the Elf Chariot would effectively have four War Giant Tree artillery on board.

Of course, they could not be allowed to grow as tall as the Void War Trees; a bit of girth was just fine, which was easy to manage with topping.

With meticulous care, Ange slowly finished planting the Void Elf Chariot.

Its surface was lush and verdant, covered with a dense forest. Along the entwined velvety roots, were various cavities protecting pairs of wings. Invisible materials were everywhere; visibility of the wings didn’t matter. All that was needed was space for them to flutter.

Inside, there were two special compartments at the front and back, crammed full of Chaos Undead Holy Spirits.

“Thanks to the skeletons provided by Alba, who would have thought they could be resurrected without the power of Dark Wing? Your Mist of Belief works too?” Negris looked at the lively Chaos Undead Holy Spirits, smiling ear-to-ear.

At the beginning, they had all been Angel skeletons, just like Little Angel at the start, with bare bones and flapping wings, far from aesthetically pleasing.

After transforming the Mist of Belief with the Everlasting Spring Stone, Ange managed to revitalize their flesh, regrowing them into the appearance of normal Holy Spirits. Their souls remained as Ange had bestowed, similar to Little Angel now.

A cluster of four-winged Undead Holy Spirits flapped their wings vigorously, propelling the Elf Chariot. With this, there was no need to add more wings for acceleration.

Durken hurried over, and after seeing those Chaos Undead Holy Spirits, his eyes shone with excitement, “Lord, does this mean their wings can keep regenerating? Can I catch a few to pluck their feathers? These wings of the Chaos Holy Spirits are so useful.”

“Useful? How useful?” Negris asked in surprise, “What have you discovered now?”

“Chaos Void. These wings can imbue all Alchemical Items with chaos traits, enhancing their performance in the Void,” Durken said with excitement, “Just like bone powder, they can be used as basic enchanting materials or additives.”

Comparing them to bone powder, everyone understood; every structure that Durken had a hand in usually incorporated bone powder, enabling it to self-repair upon contact with the breath of death, much like bones themselves, which was highly practical.

Buildings of human Elves might become unusable after a few hundred years, but palaces of the Undead could last a thousand years without falling to ruin. They became even more robust due to the constant blowing of the Resting Wind, like a worldly hub.

If feathers could become a basic material like bone powder, enabling all items to carry the traits of the Void and chaos, the range of applications would be incredibly broad.

“How do you enchant it? Show us how,” urged Negris.

Everyone crowded around to see the demonstration, failing to notice that the Elf Chariot had already slipped into the Void, drifting further and further from the Divine Wood Continent.

However, no one really regarded it as a chariot because of the vegetation covering its surface, which made it look more like a plant Plane–at least, that’s what the Goddess of Starfire thought, so she nonchalantly flew past the “chariot.”

She couldn’t see Ange and the others inside the chariot, which was to be expected since it was designed to be a war chariot with a shielding ability–plus, with such thick vegetation on the surface, it was normal not to see through, but Ange and the rest had already noticed the streak of Starfire.

“How fast, a shooting star? No, the trajectory is too straight, it’s a creature. Quick, everyone stay still, conceal your presence, conceal your presence. Drosa, come take a look, do you recognize who this is?” Negris whispered urgently.

It was a completely subconscious reaction, for in the Void, what looked near was actually tens of thousands of kilometers away. Even if he yelled his voice hoarse, the sound wouldn’t carry.

Drosa had already leaned in to look and recognized her at a glance, “Ancient God Hunter, Goddess of Starfire. Trouble. How did Abyssal Big Mouth summon her here?”

“Hiss–Ancient God Hunter? One who hunts Ancient Gods?” Negris couldn’t help thinking of Gailard, who was known as the Giant Dragon Hunter among the Elf Queens.

“Yes, she’s one of the most powerful Ancient God Hunters under the command of Abyssal Big Mouth,” said Drosa.

“One of? Are there many Ancient God Hunters? And ‘one of’ the most powerful?” Negris expressed his surprise.

“Dark Wing is also one of them, and there are several others, but I don’t know the exact number,” Drosa admitted, unaware that Dark Wing was indeed an incarnation of Abyssal Big Mouth.

At this point, everyone fell silent because the Goddess of Starfire, like a meteor, swooshed past from a few hundred kilometers away.

“So fast, how can she be that fast?” Negris estimated, his expression changing dramatically. With her speed, among all those under Ange’s command, only Feiti could keep up with her–and that too, only at close range with support.

Drosa explained, “The Goddess of Starfire has always had the advantage of speed.”

“This is troubling. She must have come here because of those Chaos Holy Spirits. She’s here to deal with us, but what do we do now? Her speed is so great, we can’t catch up to her or run away,” Negris said with worry.

Anthony spoke up, “Quick, let’s notify the Divine Wood Continent to avoid her. But it’s probably too late. Huh? Why is she turning back?”