Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1216

Chapter 1216: Chapter 780: Accept the Wrath of Thunder, This Stone Chapter 1216: Chapter 780: Accept the Wrath of Thunder, This Stone She hadn’t fastened herself securely the first time, and the snail zoomed off, leaving Amelia and the puppet behind.

“What… what… what kind of snail is this?” Amelia asked with a trembling voice. This was nothing like the snail she remembered. Was this even a snail? Wasn’t it Lightning?

“It’s not Lightning, Lightning is a horse, not as fast as this one. This is the Iron Scale Cleaner. Have you heard of the Iron Scale Cleaner?” Negris asked.

“The Ancient God that’s as huge as a Plane, covered in iron armor, the Iron Scale Cleaner? You’re riding an Ancient God? Why?” asked Amelia incredulously.

It was too complicated to explain; should he really tell her that Ange could help the snail reproduce? She’d definitely think they were perverts. So, Negris casually said, “He owes us a debt, grab on tight.”

Amelia and the puppet clutched the newly extended grab handles tightly and, with a whoosh, started speeding through the Void like a gust of wind.

Amelia felt her internal organs and soul had been left behind, as if her body was flying forward while her soul chased after. When they finally stopped, she couldn’t control herself and vomited.

“Ew,” Negris uttered in disgust and then flew away from Amelia.

The others followed suit, keeping their distance from Amelia. Not understanding why but imitating the rest, the Super Speed Snail also moved away from Amelia.

Only the puppet did not avoid her, reaching out with its single hand to drag her away from the floating pool of vomit.

Single hand? Watching the puppet now with only one hand, Negris couldn’t help but ask, “Where’s your other hand?”

The puppet shyly replied, “It was too fast on the way and got flung off.”

Negris was speechless: “Your body is that fragile?”

“Sorry…” the puppet said weakly, “I was too poor before to afford good materials.”

This is unbearable, why are you apologizing? It’s not like losing an arm is something you need to apologize to others for.

Negris was tempted to roll his eyes. Even when dealing with a grouch like Lightning the horse, she hadn’t felt this speechless. If she spoke any louder, would the puppet start crying?

Forget it, better call in a professional, thought Negris, turning her head to look at Anthony.

True to his profession, Anthony saw right through what Negris wanted and floated over, asking kindly, “Do you believe in the power of knowledge?”

The puppet paused, then nodded, “I do.”

“Then close your eyes and pray to the God of Knowledge. Offer up all of your knowledge in exchange for a new arm. Would you be willing?” Anthony asked.

Such a stroke of luck? The puppet blinked, wondering what value their knowledge could possibly hold before beings who could manipulate dimensions out of thin air. Could they really get a new arm this way? What kind of arm?

“Really? God of Knowledge, I pray to you. I am willing to offer all my knowledge in exchange for your assistance,” the puppet closed its eyes and prayed earnestly.

Quickly, Negris had Ange open up a Space Passage and pulled out Durken. Of course, when it came to alchemy, Durken was more adept.

“Hey, where did you pick up this crude antique puppet?” The first thing Brocken said upon arrival was to notice the puppet, asking with some disdain.

“I’m sorry for disappointing you, it’s my crudeness…” said the puppet, twirling a finger and speaking in a hurt tone.

“Wow, you’re conscious? You have a soul? Such a weak soul? Sorry, sorry, I didn’t notice before,” said Brocken, startled, then surprised by the puppet’s aggrieved demeanor, he quickly apologized, thinking to himself: This isn’t going to make it cry, right?

Then Durken’s gaze fell on the puppet’s missing arm and quickly understood why he had been summoned: “Repair?”

Negris nodded: “Can you fix it? It lost its arm during the ride.”

Durken glanced at the Super Speed Snail and said with realization, “Understood.”

He then rubbed his hands together with excitement, “What level of repair do you want?”

Negris quickly interjected, “What’s with the silver coin acts? No money, this is my follower, just do a simple fix,” Negris said.

“Your follower?” Durken replied, disappointed, “I thought I had a business prospect here. Working for free, huh.”

The puppet said anxiously, “No, no, no, I… I…”

While speaking, she opened the shell on her chest and took out a heart made of numerous interlocking gears, “This is the most valuable thing I have, I wonder if it could serve as payment.”

Her voice was so hurried that if she could blush, her ears would probably be red by now.

Durken sensed something was off from her tone and quickly called Anthony over, whispering, “What’s going on?”

Anthony knew exactly what he was asking and explained quietly, “Pleasing personality, shy, timid, afraid of being disliked, always desperate to offer her most valuable possession for fear of not satisfying others.”

Durken realized, “Scared me to death, I just say ‘worked for nothing,’ and she pulls out her Heart of Forging. What kind of behavior is this? It’s like I ask if she had dinner and she cuts open her stomach saying: ‘I had a bowl, scared me to death.’”
“So, now you know why Lord Nage took her as a follower, he’s afraid that after fixing her arm, she’d twist off her head to say thank you,” Anthony said with a mix of laughter and tears.

Then Anthony asked, “Are you saying that’s the Heart of Forging? The Dwarf God of Forging’s Heart of Forging?”

“It shouldn’t be the Dwarf’s, it’s too crude, probably a copy, and it seems to have no functionality. It doesn’t affect her movement when she pulls it out. Who is she? Why is her soul so weak?” Durken asked.

Anthony explained the puppet’s origins and when he mentioned her intention to seal the Little Eye Demon, Brocken also burst out laughing on the spot, “Seal the Little Eye Demon, does she think she is me?”

After understanding the situation, Durken wasted no time. He studied the material of her puppet body, selected a piece of Divine Wood as a base material, and used the Gold-touch Stick to tap, tap, tap…

One by one, magic patterns were inscribed, Mithril was pulled out and inlaid into the patterns. Graphite was dabbed onto the joints for self-lubricating enchantment. Roots from the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms were wrapped around the arm for sinew strengthening.

Then he tied the end of the roots onto the shoulder, pulled out Insect Ash Liquid, and touched a drop on every contact point, rapidly integrating the roots with the shoulder.

“All done, there you go. You’re an Alchemist, so you should know what Adaptive Alchemy is, this is it. What kind of arm it will grow into depends on you.” After speaking, he didn’t wait for a response and ran over to Ange, asking Ange to tuck him back into the space.

“Thank you, thank you, here, for payment, this…” Looking at the running Durken, the puppet held the Heart of Forging, not knowing what to do.

Anthony picked up her Heart of Forging and put it back inside her just as it was, gently closing the shell, smiling and saying, “You have already given all your knowledge, you don’t need to give anything more.”

“But is it really okay to just pray like this?” The puppet felt it was a bit farcical.

“If you worship devoutly, you will receive the protection of the God of Knowledge,” Anthony said with a smile.

The puppet nodded earnestly, “Okay, I will be a devout follower of the God of Knowledge.”

Negris instinctively shrank back because it saw a large Soul Flame rushing towards it.

Devout follower +1
Griss couldn’t help whispering to Anthony, “Do you accept job dispatching? Let Ange assign you to my Hall of Knowledge to be a Priest for a while?”

“You can’t cover for me anyway, I won’t go,” Anthony said.

Thump, thump, thump–From the front, the Void brought the sound of knocking, and Ange, knocking on the Dimension, turned his head and howled, “Ao!”

They found the entrance to the Space Passage without needing Amelia to show the way.

The group floated into the Space Passage one by one, quickly passing through something like a film of air, and the material world around them immediately enriched.

“Is there air? There’s actually air here? Can we breathe? Is it because of the pressure difference in different spaces that air can be preserved?” Hiludi asked curiously.

For a Spatial Mage like her, the Chaos Plane was the Holy Land she dreamed of studying in.

“Who goes there! How dare you intrude on the Hole God’s Holy Land! Feel the wrath of Thunder!” came a roar from ahead in the passage, a stout Dwarf figure, carrying a hammer, stepping on Thunder, thundering toward them.

Hammer of Thunder? Ange immediately reached out to grasp the air, forming a Lightning Spear, while stepping forward and drawing his bow.

Just as he took the throwing posture, the stout figure thundered around in a bend, as if he hadn’t seen Ange and his group at all, and ran away at a ninety-degree angle, saying, “Feel the wrath of Thunder, you stone.”

Boom!