Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 856 - 477 Clan Leader its me dont you recognize
Chapter 856: Chapter 477: Clan Leader, it’s me, don’t you recognize me?_2
Chapter 856: Chapter 477: Clan Leader, it’s me, don’t you recognize me?_2
All the administrators of Black Prison soon received a mark and an order, as well as a secret command: record every single move of these people.
…
In the sky, an 18-meter-long Gray Giant Dragon soared through the air, nimbly catching the rising air currents to fly higher and faster.
Gaddarigo had never flown in such a thrilling way; it was an original Witch and had never gone through the ‘dragon’ phase, thus retaining no memory of being a dragon.
Since the beginning of its memory, it had always been a tough and clumsy body, thick-skinned and slow-moving, until many years later, when it learned Magic and barely managed to take flight.
Though it was flying, that had nothing to do with agility, and it was at best slightly more agile than an airship or flying car.
But now, it felt like a nimble little bird, even able to roll in the air with ease.
Crouching on its back were Ange, Little Angel, Little Zombie, Anthony, Durken, and Negris, all standing steadily and unaffected by the rolls.
But unaffected didn’t mean they liked it; Little Zombie stomped on its back in anger, forcing Gaddarigo to resume level flight obediently.
On the dragon’s back, Negris couldn’t help but humbly ask, “What are you up to? You said Black Prison is where the Church of Light’s personnel are detained. Why are you taking us to such a dangerous place? Is there something in there worth the risk?”
“No way,” Anthony explained, “I’ve made all the necessary preparations; there’s no danger. There are so many Black Prisons; the Empire can only dispatch a few guards with limited strength. First, I didn’t say which Black Prison we’re going to, and second, I didn’t say when we are going. Even if Gust wants to ambush us, he won’t have time to prepare.”
“Besides, most importantly, the lord has regained the Boundary-crossing Hand, which can stuff all of us inside in dangerous times.”
Negris rolled his eyes at him, “Does that mean Ange has to give up his current body as well? How will we be sent back then? What’s in the Black Prison that’s worth taking such a big risk for?”
Anthony spread his hands, “What else can it be? Saintesses, fanatics, ascetic monks… Some people in Black Prison have been there since their ancestors’ time. If they still hold their faith, then they are definitely the most fanatical, most devout believers.”
Negris gasped as with each term Anthony mentioned; he couldn’t help but cringe.
Saintess Shamara alone had thrown the Church of Light into chaos, and the Power of Fall had spawned the Fallen Legion.
The fanatic Oke alone had slain Insect God Hermel, setting the pinnacle of fanaticism.
Ascetic Monk An… Well, that didn’t count, but his fame was being sung about all over the Master Plane.
If twenty odd individuals like that could be found in Black Prison, then restoring the Church of Light’s glory would be no joke.
“Gust is willing to let you select such individuals?” Negris was surprised.
“Why wouldn’t he? Right now they’re just ordinary people. Even with the most devout beliefs, they’re nothing because there’s no True God,” Anthony said with regret.
Negris glanced at Ange, who was shrugging his shoulders, and suddenly understood, “I get it now; you’re bringing them ‘God’.”
Anthony nodded, “The lord and you don’t need to go in; I can handle it myself. Wait for me outside, and if there is an ambush, I’ll call for help. Is this arrangement okay, Lord?”
The last sentence was directed at Ange.
Ange looked up blankly, his right arm disappearing into thin air, shoulders shrugging.
Negris grumbled, “Don’t bother with him; as long as he has his farm, that’s plenty for him.”
Ange nodded in agreement and continued his joyful farming, occasionally taking out bags of fertilizer and dumping them into the Divine Realm.
The desert is called a desert not only because of the lack of water but also due to desertification and nutrient loss. Many places need a lot of fertilizer for topdressing. One can’t rely entirely on Insect Ash Liquid for that – it would be too wasteful.
Luckily, Ange had stored a pile of bird dung Inside the Temple of Rest, which he could now finally use since there was no time limit to reach into it.
Negris couldn’t stand it any longer, “Without time limit doesn’t mean you should go digging for bird dung. It costs Soul Flame, you wasteful thing! We have bird dung here, too. Let’s find a bird dung mine later. Your Divine Realm can be used to store things, no waste there.”
Compared to the Boundary-crossing Hand, the Divine Realm was indeed a better storage tool. Putting things in and taking them out didn’t consume much energy. Of course, a little Divine Power was still needed, but compared to the Soul Flame-based Boundary-crossing Hand, which worked by weight, it was not in the same league.
Ange nodded. He could forget about everything else, but digging for bird dung was something he was genuinely interested in.
As they continued to fly, a straight expanse of azure sea surface appeared at the edge of the earth.
“Huh? Is Prison of Death built on the sea?” Negris was surprised.
Anthony replied, “Some of it is built on the sea. It’s more convenient. They throw prisoners onto a sea island, and with no islands for hundreds of kilometers, unless they are protected by a True God, they won’t swim across that stretch of sea.”
“Besides, there are also abysses, valleys, Sky Pits, and the like. Even without guards, it’s hard for an ordinary person to escape from those places.”
Negris was speechless, “Is that still the Prison of Death? If the sea island is big enough, can’t they just build villages and raise families there?”
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