Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 448: Chapter 265: Goddess Believer, Professional Farmer_1
The day was gradually breaking, and Ange was joyfully collecting insect corpses with Little Angel and Little Zombie. Each burned insect was indeed a super fertilizer.

Negris and Lamo, however, were silently observing a cocoon on the beach.

After Ange took out the heart of the Insect God, all the insects went mad and rushed towards the heart as if their lives depended on it. Despite using all his magic, Ange couldn’t stop the insects.

This made Ange profoundly realize that his firepower was far from sufficient…

In the end, he just managed to imprint a soul brand onto the heart before the insects submerged it.

The insects bit on the heart, but instead of breaking it, they transformed into a liquid that stuck to the heart.

The liquid accumulated increasingly, forcibly pushing Ange out and finally, countless insects stuck to the heart, forming a massive sphere with at least a ten-meter diameter.

Unfortunately, they underestimated Ange’s sense of responsibility. Taking advantage of the liquid not yet solidifying, Ange quickly scrapped away more than half of it, leaving a sphere with only about five-meter diameter.

According to the volume of a sphere, a five-meter diameter sphere has only one eighth the volume of a ten-meter diameter sphere.

Finally, this liquid solidified into a five-meter cocoon. However, before it hardened, Ange peeled off two parts of the cocoon shell…

Throughout the process, the insects acted as if they had gone mad, completely ignoring someone’s commands. Ange saw a human-shaped creature struggling constantly within the insect pile. Its handsome face was filled with horror as it was forced to rush forward uncontrollably and ended up stuck to the cocoon.

“It seems that the Insect God’s attraction to the insects is of the highest priority.” Negris murmured to himself.

“What a magical thing, it is brimming with endless vitality, contrasting starkly with us.” Lamo touched the cocoon shell, scanned it repeatedly with his thoughts, and marvelled, “Is it trying to regenerate using its heart? Does it have a Life Box like our witches do?”

“Probably not, its vitality is simply stronger. It’s not the same concept as the witches’ Life Box.” Negris analyzed.

Upon finishing his analysis, Negris turned to Ange and shouted, “Ange, I’m not an expert in this. Call Sava over.”

Ange nodded to indicate that he understood and continued to collect his fertilizer. It wasn’t until an hour later that he pulled out the Staff of Heaven and opened a portal.

The Staff of Heaven opened the teleportation function of the Stairway to Heaven. Those who are teleported need to gather at Demon Valley first, enter the Holy Kingdom through the Stairway to Heaven, then pass through a portal at the top of the temple.

If they aren’t at Demon Valley, they’d need to teleport to Demon Valley first. Although it requires multiple hops and is time-consuming, it’s still the most convenient method of transport.

The pharmacist Sava, Minotaur Cook Vania, Award Master Gear Vaguli and others, as well as Oke, all came over as well.

Sava was pulled in front of the cocoon to study it, Vaguli was dragged to the irrigation channel of the soilless rice to research a quick harvesting machine, and Vania was taken to the detention area to cook for the adventurers, who were temporarily still held captive, to prevent them from starving to death.

However, Vania didn’t start a fire. Instead, she gave each person a hard-as-stones biscuit and also beat up two adventurers who expressed dissatisfaction. Soon, everyone realized that Vania was not suitable to be a cook, but was better suited to be a prison warden.

After establishing her authority by beating up two adventurers, she began to select two adventurers who could cook but clearly had little combat power. They were to cook the meals.

A group of adventurers who had been hungry all night and were parched from gnawing dry biscuits were finally able to eat a hot meal at noon – boiled dry biscuits.

“It’s good enough that there’s something to eat, don’t you see that our leader and our superiors are not eating!” Vania stood with hands on her hips, yelling.

Those in the know gave her a few glances. They knew well that it would be a big problem if her own leader wanted to eat.

Under the name of the Vegetable Bone Mercenary Group, Ange and the others began to take over the Light Sandbank. As long as they controlled the Teleportation Array, this plane was essentially in Ange’s hands.

Others could come, but if they didn’t pass through the Teleportation Array, they would need to find their own way in, a feat which isn’t feasible for ordinary people.

Where could they go if they teleported here? The sandbank here had already been taken over. Unlike the Church of Light, Ange had a convenient method to monitor all the sandbanks by burying a skeleton on each one.

Teleport into the sea? Then they would have to figure out how not to drown.

However, it was estimated that no major power would be interested in this place. As far as the eye could see, it’s all water. It was not cultivable, had no mines, and was remarkably lacking in specialty products. No wonder there were only about a thousand adventurers here despite the Light Sandbank being established for over two hundred years.

Ange was busy disposing of insect corpses, Negris was busy studying the insect cocoon, and Vaguli was busy researching the harvester. Three days later, Vaguli brought his harvester to Ange.

“Sir, please look at this. It’s a simple rolling reaper. It first presses down the gelatinous plate to keep it at the height of the reaper. Then when the reaper rolls over it, the rear plate pushes the rice to the shore naturally. Someone on the shore binds the rice straw, and that’s it.”

“All you need to do is to drag the gelatinous plate over the irrigation canal and slide it into this slot. Sir, all the gelatinous plates you made are of the same size. You just need to stick to this size in the future.” Vaguli explained.

Ange tried it out and indeed found it very convenient. As he planted along the irrigation channel, he tied each gelatinous plate together with a rope during harvest. It was like pulling a parade of carts.