Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 455

Chapter 455: Chapter 267 Burn Your Food_2
Luna is the Holy Spirit, with Holy Spirit Armor and she can also possess Shamara, but they can’t possibly run around in Holy Spirit Armor all the time, can they? And certainly not in their birthday suits, right?

If they wear clothes, they inevitably have to interact with other people, whether they steal or snatch them, it’s not easy to find clothes that fit, let alone ones that aren’t disgustingly dirty.

Even if they didn’t have an issue with dirty outerwear, and used Purification to make it wearable, what about underwear?

Would one be willing to wear someone else’s underwear after purifying them? Shamara certainly wouldn’t.

So, even now, she still wears the underwear she stitched from the silk cloth that Negris had given her when she was in Dark City.

The quality of the fabric was very good, but since Shamara wasn’t good at craftsmanship, the underwear is now, after several repairs, completely out of shape. Who would have thought that underneath the simple dress of a cold and beautiful saintess, would be such deformed underwear?

Luckily, no one has seen it, otherwise, Shamara would be so embarrassed that she would gouge out their eyes.

Beyond clothes, the food is also a hassle. Although her appetite is getting smaller and smaller, she still has to eat a bit every day. After gnawing on dry food and raw meat for a few months, she now misses the pastries in the curia.

There are also numerous other little problems. Although they are still tolerable, they are definitely not ‘living well’. Now they mostly only venture out at night, trying their best not to interact with people, to avoid stirring up chaos.

Previously, Shamara didn’t restrain herself, but now she dares not. The Master Plane is suffering from famine and pestilence. If she were to stir things up, it would definitely affect the overall situation of the disaster relief, and surely a large group of people would come to get rid of her.

That’s bad enough, but Anthony would surely come to eradicate her, and maybe he could even convince Ange, then if Ange came for her, she wouldn’t even have a chance to run.

Because her predictive ability does not work on Ange, and in front of Ange, the voice in her heart would only crazily warn her not to make a move.

Not daring to rashly take action and lack of life experience, Shamara certainly isn’t feeling comfortable.

Anthony kindly says: “I want to rebuild the Fallen Legion. Would you like to join us?”

“Pff——” Shamara spurted out, ‘What is the Fallen Legion? Is it made up of those people whose divine power was plundered and corrupted by her? Now, Anthony invites her, the originator, to join the legion? Is he joking?

Anthony says seriously: “I am not joking, a group of people with the Power of Fall could accomplish a lot under your leadership.”

“They won’t accept my command because it was me who made them Fallen.” Shamara retorted.

“They don’t have to know your identity. This is a set of Holy Spirit Armor, just wear it.” Anthony took out a Holy Spirit Armor Egg and placed it on the table.

“Impossible, even in the armor, they will recognize me through the Power of Fall.” Shamara said.

Anthony smiled slightly. At this point, he was already 80% confident he could coax Shamara into his hands, because all Shamara spoke about were operational details, without directly refusing Anthony’s proposal.

“We can do this, and this, and no one will suspect you.”

Shamara was tongue-tied. Can that even work? She suddenly understood what it meant to be crafty and slippery. If she became an enemy to someone like Anthony, she could be played to death without even knowing who was playing her.

…

Ange withdrew his power, then scratched his head.

Negris hastily asked: “What did you do earlier? Did Anthony cause any trouble? Did he cry for help?”

After Ange told him everything, Negris frowned: “Six deities? Why six? Why not seven, eight, or ten?”

Ange tilted his head.

Negris flapped his wings and flew back and forth: “You have now the Undead Godhood, count it as one, me, count it as another, Goddess of Beauty and God of Farming only have Faith Fire and can’t be counted as deities, the Insect God counts as one, so now there are three.”

“Little Sapling is not a god, even though the elves call it the God of Life, but the power of the Tree of Life does not come from faith, but from itself, its own power is even stronger than deities’.”

“The Ring of Balance, you only have one ring, no Godhood, so it doesn’t count. So now you only have three gods unless you can ignite the divine fire of the Goddess of Beauty and the God of Farming.”

Negris, counting his four claws, said: “But that’s only five, still missing one.”

“Lisa, Harvest.” Ange said.

Although his tone was a statement, Negris knew it was a question mark, and he directly shook his head: “No, stole the divine power, can become a fake god, but can’t become a True God, cannot get Godhood.”

“Oh, what about this?” Ange said, and then reached into the Temple of Rest.

Soon, Negris felt that his body —— the Bronze Book was being quickly pulled and soon arrived under the World Tree at the edge of the farm.

Negris suddenly knew that Ange must have planted something.

There was a World Tree and a large bamboo forest there. Ange parted the bamboo, then pointed to a flower bud inside: “This one.”

The flower bud clearly resembled the one that sprouted a Divine Body in Druid Canyon, but it was much smaller, roughly the size of a washbasin.

“Kvada, are you growing a god?!” Negris couldn’t help but gasp.