Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1152

Chapter 1152: Chapter 716: Just Farming Well Can Get You Released? Chapter 1152: Chapter 716: Just Farming Well Can Get You Released? Aesclis hurriedly spit out her Soul Flame, hoping to return it as if nothing had happened.

Unfortunately, Ange’s logic was not so, when you spit out a Soul Flame, it means ‘you don’t want to be killed’, not wanting to be killed implies choosing ‘to sacrifice your soul’, oh, you wish to sacrifice your soul.

Ange summoned the Scythe of Death, hooking it onto Aesclis’s body, her God Status automatically defended, blocking the Scythe of Death.

In an instant, the Undead God emerged from Ange, another sweep hooked in the same spot, forcibly pulling Aesclis’s soul out.

At the same time, a second Undead God appeared, looked around, saw there was nothing concerning him, and shrank back in; if two scythes could not pull it out, a third Death Scythe would have not hesitated to chop down.

Taking control of Aesclis’s soul, manipulating it this way and that, a Soul Brand was etched onto it, and then it was stuffed back.

Throughout the process, Aesclis was totally bewildered, like a beauty aficionado walking into the Goddess of Beauty City, getting surrounded by Cowman Aunts who hustled her until her money mysteriously vanished, replaced with all kinds of vouchers, coupons, membership cards, point cards, package cards, discount cards… with no power to resist whatsoever.

“I… I…” Aesclis was at a loss.

“Hehe,” Negris consoled, “You’ll get used to it, you’ll get used to it, this Dead Skull is always so blunt, but now, you’re one of us, just obey, and Ange will cover you. What’s with the Tree Herders? Why does everyone think they are the Rotting Tree Monster?”

Aesclis could only silently accept her fate, helplessly answering, “It was me who said it was the Rotting Tree Monster, to scare everyone.”

The process of Aesclis becoming a deity was confusing; after devouring enough Soul Flame, her Divine Fire suddenly ignited one day, but the disturbance also attracted an Ancient God, nearly killing her.

Perhaps having ignited the Divine Fire, Aesclis was no longer muddle-headed and started recalling many memories, beginning to wander with a purpose.

During this process, she came across some young elves who had lost their parents and homes, so she adopted them, and as she cared for them, their numbers grew more and more.

As the number of elves grew, Aesclis discovered something; if the elves were particularly devoted in worship to her, they would produce a very pure Soul Flame, much more vigorous than the ones she came across in her wanderings.

However, as the elves increased in number, Aesclis had no choice but to settle down, but a settled life was too tranquil, and the Soul Flame offered by the elves gradually diminished.

She couldn’t possibly take everyone wandering again just for the sake of Soul Flame, could she?

It just so happened that Aesclis discovered the Tree People, so she deceived everyone into believing that the forbidden land was occupied by the Rotting Tree Monster, that we must protect the forbidden land and prevent the Tree Monster from escaping the seal. Periodically, she organized everyone to withstand the Tree Monster’s mental invasion.

Negris was astonished, “Are you saying this place wasn’t originally a forbidden land for elves, but because it had Tree Herders, you told everyone it was a forbidden land?”

Aesclis nodded.

Negris asked, “Doesn’t it hurt your conscience to wrongfully accuse Trent like that?”

“Not at all, I am now an Undead,” Aesclis said.

A withered Necromancer would find it very hard to be accepted by elves, so she had always used Illusion Techniques to mask her identity, resisting it herself, but now? This lively, luscious appearance was irresistible to her.

Anthony curiously asked, “Weren’t there no population censuses conducted here four hundred years ago? If this isn’t the true forbidden land for elves, how could the elves from other places cooperate with your census?”

“Because most of the elves from other settlements were ones I couldn’t afford to keep and had to drive away. They had heard from me since they were young that this place was a forbidden land, so they were very cooperative. Those who weren’t relocated from here also came to accept this place as a forbidden land after hearing about it over and over, and they generally cooperated too,” Aesclis said.

“Doesn’t this constitute a distortion of the entire history of the Void Elves?” Negris quietly asked.

“Not at all, on the contrary, she has protected the entire race of Void Elves. If not for her protection and care, the Void Elves might no longer exist. She has the right to change everything,” Anthony said.

“That makes sense, but according to the timeline, wouldn’t she be three hundred thousand years old? That’s not possible, is it? Can the body of an Undead last that long? Or has she changed bodies?” Negris asked.

Undead beings had immortal souls, but unless their bodies were the self-repairing kind, like the Golden Skeleton Iron Skin Necromancers, they would have decayed after hundreds of thousands of years. And this Chris’s body was just an ordinary one, which would have turned to dust long ago.

“I suppose the God Status must have undergone some unknown changes. I’ll study it when there’s time. For now, let’s release Trent and rebuild the recognition of these Void Elves so they won’t fail to recognize other Tree People in the future,” Anthony said.

“Sure, but with so many people, how will we resettle them?” Negris asked.

“Just cram them into the Dimensional Space and take them back when it’s time,” Anthony responded.

“Over half a million elves, how many trips will that take?” Negris exclaimed.

Anthony looked up and down at Negris helplessly and continued, “Do you really think you should take all the Void Elves with you? Lord Nage, these are just Void Elves, not your own people. Aren’t you stretching yourself too thin? We only have five days of free time. We came here to find Her Majesty, not to resettle these elves.”

“What, we’re not going to take care of the other elves? They’re living in such a miserable state, without food or clothes. If we don’t do something, they’ll die, won’t they? Won’t the old tree get angry?” Negris said.

Anthony sighed in resignation, “This is just part of nature. Unless the old tree explicitly asks for help, don’t take on too much. I don’t have the ability to resettle hundreds of thousands of elves in a short time.”

Negris was the one who liked to take on tasks, while Anthony was the one who actually had to do the work. Taking on this task would only cause a headache for him in the end. Best to avoid it.

…

Inside the Dimensional Space, the Tree Herders looked upon the expanse of cultivated farmlands, and the instincts hidden within their sap couldn’t help but awaken. They thrust their roots into the ground to secure themselves, then began to sway.

Their bodies shed seeds in fluttering bursts, and after a shower of seeds hit the ground, they sprouted tiny points. Waving their branches and creating a rustling noise, the tender shoots energetically climbed up, twisting their root-like short legs, and scurried towards the rows of the field. With much effort, they twisted and wriggled into the soil.

In no time, neat rows of saplings were planted along the furrows.

Just as the Tree Herder busily enjoyed planting, Ange picked it up and took it out, leaving Starfire and Light of Creation inside, looking at each other and then back at the fields, wondering to themselves: Could it be that if you’re good at farming, you get to go outside?

…

“Why did you pull me out? I wanted to plant more trees. I’ve already produced many saplings, and I intended to grow a forest in there,” Trent said reluctantly.

Thinking about converting cultivated farmland back to forest? Ange instantly shook his head, determined never to let Trent back in.

“So, why did you call me out?” Trent muttered dejectedly, not having touched moist soil for tens of thousands of years, and now, just a brief contact was gone.

Anthony began to explain, and at that moment, an alert elf came to report, “Your Majesty, we’ve caught several elves skulking about.”

“Elves? Bring them to me,” Anrus said.

Her mind felt a bit numb at the moment. The shocks of the day were too much, especially with two Gods of Life perched on Ange’s shoulder, it was completely shattering her worldview, and she just couldn’t muster the energy to think.

Three elderly elves were brought forward, wearing simple hemp clothes and each dragging a large sack.

Anrus asked, “What are you doing in the forbidden land?”

The Void Elves weren’t closely connected, and the last census was four hundred years ago. It had been two or three years since an elf had come to the forbidden land. Today, out of the blue, not only did emissaries from the Kingdom of Gods arrive, but so had rarely seen kin. What was going on? Was today some sort of special day?

“Are you the new queen? Greetings, Your Majesty. I am Carson, the elder of the Ziya Tribe. Our tribe’s food harvest was bountiful this year. After setting aside what’s needed, we have some surplus grains we hope to offer to the Great Elf. Please, Your Majesty, grant us permission.”

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