Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 666

Chapter 666: Chapter 369: No Wonder He’s So Rich_1

As Negris spoke, a wave of fear erupted. Looking up, scales began to layer upon Ange, transforming him into a two-meter-high Dragon-Man.

This aura was only powerful to the others, but for a dragon descendant like Gargul, it was terrifyingly oppressive. Sensing this aura, Gargul was nearly petrified!

This was the aura of the Dragon God, the suppression by nature, the might of the Dragon God!

Kvada, why would there be a real Dragon God?

Gargul couldn’t even swing his magic wand, broke both his hands instantly, at least three spells erupted from the broken wand, and its body disappeared on the spot, leaving only a spatial fluctuation behind.

“Wow, a dimension bomb? Does it really think this is a spatial disturbance? So, it used a dimension bomb to pave the way, using the shockwaves from the dimensional explosion to neutralize the spatial disturbance, thereby gaining the opportunity for teleportation?” Durken said, surprised.

However, Gargul reappeared at an even faster speed soon after disappearing, hurtling involuntarily to the side, rolling several times on the street, and finally stopped with his face in the dirt, as if he was swatted away.

Turning back to look, Negris saw that the big cat that had been huddled on the ground was now standing, licking its slowly shrinking large paw.

Good grief, in front of the big cat, neither the dimension bomb nor spatial teleportation worked.

While it was still struggling to get up, Ange rushed up and stomped a few times. Gargul didn’t even have the chance to fight back and passed out.

In the unconsciousness, Gargul’s three-meter-tall body slowly started to shrink, and the scales on his body started to shed.

“Isn’t this just fine? Pass out and then transform, so you don’t have to endure the pain a second time.” Negris said.

Durken frowned, “But this way of transformation won’t allow new scales to grow.”

In the end, Gargul, who had shrunk into a Little Dragon Man, was left lying on the ground torn and bruised, with many wounds filled with sand and dirt.

Wait until the flesh and skin heal, encapsulating the sand inside, and then see how he feels.

“Alright, let’s wake it up. It looks too miserable, it’s making me feel bad,” Negris said sympathetically.

They stripped Gargul of all his equipment, then gave his face a swift slap to wake him up.

…

Tied up and battered, Gargul was pressed harshly against a pillar, Negris asked fiercely, “Name?”

“Gargul Ekabany Garlibaga%#&*$^…”

“Alright, alright. Age?”

“One hundred and thirty-two.”

“Gender?”

“Male.”

“Where are you from?”

“Eternity Road.”

“I’m asking about which dimension you hail from, not the road you traveled on.”

“Uh, the place we come from is called the Eternity Road, a road treaded by the Eternity Lord with his spitfire.”

“Eternity Lord? Spitting fire? What does it look like? Draw it for me.”

“I don’t know how to draw.”

“Then describe it. Old Du, doesn’t your alchemy have some sort of sand sculpting?”

Durken casually pointed, and the sand on the ground seemed to be held by an invisible hand, converging into a mass and changing at will.

Under Negris’s relentless questioning, Gargul described the situation of the Eternity Lord and the Eternity Road, then Durken modeled it.

The Eternity Lord was a thin, high shadow with an indiscernible face, treading on waves composed of ardent fire. It was very abstract. Gargul also explained that this was based on descriptions from legends, and he himself didn’t know what the Eternity Lord actually looked like.

The Eternity road was much clearer. It was a long and narrow path, not more than forty meters wide, but seemingly infinitely long, extending like a ‘road’.

“I don’t know how long the Eternity Road is. Anyway, from my birth to adulthood, I have never traveled more than a hundred kilometers from home. But the Eternity Road is definitely longer than a hundred kilometers,” explained Gargul.

Durken murmured, “Forty meters wide but hundreds of kilometers long, even more perhaps. No wonder it’s called a road, or should we call it a line? How did it form? Can anything live on it?”

“Does such a slender thing have air? Can you grow things on it? What do you usually eat?” Most people’s interests were piqued, they started to gather around. Ange joined them after hearing about growing things.

This was unprecedented. Even if the Abyss Dimension is irregular, it should be a cluster or lump, with a large enough, volume, otherwise, it wouldn’t be able to retain air and would only be fit for creatures that don’t need air, like the Undead.

Such a linear dimension shouldn’t possibly exist, let alone being home to creatures such as the Aolongians. According to Gargul, there was even more than one species living there.

“Look at these areas, they bulge at intervals. We wouldn’t think much of it like this, but actually, these bulges are hundreds of meters wide. They contain a boundary; inside is normal soil with air, rainwater, and sunlight, where we could plant.”

“The air near the boundary diffuses out and you can breathe normally. The further from the boundary, the thinner the air becomes, and even disappears altogether. But we have gotten used to it, my current breathing frequency is slower than that of my ancestors. Coming here, breathing faster even made me a little dizzy.”

Durken and Feiti exchanged a glance, as if they had realized something: “Boundary? A farm barrier?”

“Normal soil? So, you mean the soil outside the boundary is not normal?”

Gargul described the properties of the ground outside of the boundary, to which Durken immediately confirmed, “Obsidian and volcanic rock.”