Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 454

Chapter 454: Chapter 267 Burn Your Grain_1
Sometimes, Anthony didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad. The summoning of the Master God should have been an incredible, unbeatable ultimate move. It should at least have taken some effort, some time to chant some sort of prayer, right?

No, Ange arrived as soon as he called. It happened so quickly that Anthony didn’t even have the chance to cancel it. Seriously, could there be a more idle Master God? It was almost undignified.

Of course, Anthony wasn’t complaining, he was just lamenting the lack of pomp and ceremony. Next time, he would definitely think up an incredibly cool incantation and complete it before begging for help.

A powerful aura appeared out of nowhere, and a holy light emitted from Anthony. The light was animate, slowly moving away from Anthony, its two ends gripped like a hammer, ready to be swung at any moment.

A confusing piece of information reached the minds of the two people present. Despite being separated by a dimensional plane, they could feel Ange tilting his head in confusion.

“Six Gods, Lord, we need six Gods,” Shamara quickly stated.

Ange’s thoughts focused on Anthony.

Anthony spread his hands, “I don’t know, she just popped out and scared me. I thought she was an assassin, so I called for your help, my Lord. As for the six gods… when did you sense this?” This last part was directed at Shamara.

Shamara replied, “Two days ago.”

“Be more specific.”

“Around nine in the evening, two days ago.” Shamara thought for a moment before giving a more precise time.

“Are you sure it’s related to Lord Ange?” Anthony asked again.

Shamara nodded her head decisively, “Yes, it’s related to Lord Ange. I sense that Lord Ange needs six Gods, but why six, I have no idea.”

“Two days ago at nine in the evening? Lord, what were you doing two nights ago at that time?” asked Anthony.

“Beating a god,” Ange replied. He was beating up Hemel, the Insect God, for biting Little Angel.

Among those under Ange’s command, there were a variety of beings – dimensional beasts, giant skeletons, little zombies, the World Tree, and others. Many had a strong territorial instinct, but usually, they coexisted peacefully. The main reason being a clear pecking order.

Every time a newcomer joined, Little Angel, accompanied by Little Zombie, would have a heart-to-heart with them. If that didn’t work, a fight would ensue. If they couldn’t win, Ange would step in.

Some creatures were smart, like Dimensional Beast and Big Bone, who had formed alliances early on. Some were not so bright and fought back. Insect God bit off one of Little Angel’s arms, and in turn got blasted by Holy Light Flash.

Little Angel then came back to Ange, and Ange gave it a good beating. So, two nights ago, he was busy beating up a god.

Anthony and Shamara exchanged glances, if anyone else had claimed to be ‘beating a god’, they would assume it was a bluff, but with Ange, it was likely to be true. No wonder he needed six gods, one or two probably wouldn’t satisfy his need to beat them up.

“You need six Gods because you were beating one up? Do you need the six to line up for you to beat?”

Anthony frowned and shook his head, “This doesn’t add up. We might be missing some key information. For example, time in the Light Sea Plane isn’t the same as it is in the Master Plane. One day there is two and a half hours shorter than our day. Two days ago, at nine o’clock, it would have been mid-afternoon there. Lord, what were you doing then?”

Ange tilted his head, “Hatching a god.”

That was when Hemel had just emerged from his cocoon.

Anthony clapped his hands, “That must be it! Shamara merely has predictive ability, not prophetic ability. Something must have triggered her extrasensory perception. Lord, you were creating a god. Six gods – perhaps you need to create six gods.”

Ange counted on his fingers, then nodded, “That’s enough.”

After he finished speaking, the energy that was projected onto Anthony quickly faded, and Ange’s presence disappeared. He had withdrawn.

“Err, Lord, could you give us a clue as to what’s enough before you go? Don’t just leave us hanging like that,” Anthony mumbled to himself.

Of course, he only dared to mumble; he didn’t dare to ask directly through a spiritual connection. Now he kind of understood why Negris complained about Ange from time to time; sometimes Ange really could be frustrating.

“Could it be… six gods… that’s enough?” Shamara timidly suggested, a lack of certainty in her voice.

Anthony blinked, “Even though it seems incredible, since you said it, it’s probably true. What about now? Do you feel anything now?”

Shamara shook her head, “I’ve never been able to sense anything about Lord Ange, ever. It was only that night when we were practicing Holy Spirit Possession that I had a vague sense of something. Since then, despite trying, I haven’t been able to sense anything.”

Anthony nodded, “It probably exceeds your capabilities. Anyway, enough about that. How have you been doing lately? Everything good?”

Shamara smiled awkwardly.

Anthony knew they weren’t doing well from just one look. Despite one being a Six-winged Angel and the other a Fallen Angel, they were just two inexperienced girls who had little understanding of the world. Once brute force couldn’t resolve their problems, they were completely lost.