Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 1638 - 1199: Did you dig it in the soil?

If Orgal knew lightning, at this moment he would surely have ten thousand bolts of lightning racing through his mind, cursing him as they ran—a crude metaphor would be, he thought someone wanted to hit on his wife, but it turns out they were after his mother...

He didn’t even have the chance to refuse, because the God of Tree had already heard. He could feel the God of Tree’s thoughts projecting onto him, evidently taking interest in Anthony’s proposal.

Orgal sensibly passed the God of Tree’s contact imprint to Anthony, and then reluctantly severed the connection.

From now on, he had to consider one issue: should he leave completely and let others steal their God of Tree, or stay here and fight alongside the God of Tree, realizing that he might be crushed by the Gray Divine Star while achieving nothing?

If it were any other god, he wouldn’t fear them being stolen, but the God of Tree was precisely the most easily swayed type, everything being part of nature—unprompted, unrefused, unaccountable...

Orgal pondered for a long time and reached a conclusion: "I shouldn’t have contacted him; damn Godman."

...

Anthony held the contact imprint but did not directly contact the God of Tree. He didn’t have that authority and needed to ask Ange and the Little Sapling first.

Exiting the communication, Anthony wanted to report to Ange but found that Ange had already projected somewhere else.

Anthony found Negris surrounded by Ursman and the others and asked, "Where did the Lord go?"

"Where else? He went planting, reclaiming the Desolate in that Dimensional World of the Star Progeny Master; the surface is over a thousand degrees, and he’s still daring to farm." Negris responded irritably.

As long as there’s land to farm, it’s hard to get Ange to move. The more challenging the environment, the deeper he delves into it.

The Dimensional World, having been ravaged by the God Star recently, has surface temperatures in some areas reaching thousands, turning into flowing magma. Yet, in such an environment, Ange can still reclaim, doing so with great relish. It’s truly impressive.

Farming was serious business. Since Ange was busy, Anthony decided not to disturb and instead asked, "What are you watching?"

"Ursman and Leonel are trying a boundary measurement method, attempting to directly observe the position of the God Star inside the Dimensional Wall," Negris explained.

Ange went to reclaim, leaving the enormous task of obstructing the Gray Divine Star to Ursman and the others. It’s easy to shatter space inside the Dimensional Wall with the Boundary Migration Airship’s oscillation; the hard part is determining the Gray Divine Star’s position.

Ange can directly measure the impact the God Star has on the Dimensional Wall, but Ursman and these people don’t have that ability. They can only try other methods to measure, and if they still can’t measure accurately, they’ll just have to call Ange back to measure every once in a while.

Anthony wore a smile, courteous yet awkward, watching Ursman and Leonel continuously calculate and measure, with Walker and Red Star pointing and discussing, and Negris suddenly understanding things. This was beyond Anthony’s scope.

Ursman is the Wise Man, approximately the upper limit of intelligence in the Divine Light Alliance’s region. Leonel is the creator of the Boundary Migration Airship, and Walker is the designer of the Starburst Array, recently also leading the reconstruction of the World-Ending Magic Formation. Each of these people, if let out, would be gods of research in their own right. Now, gathered to research, the terminology they spoke was almost incomprehensible to Anthony.

As for Red Star and Negris, they mainly filled the numbers. However, if Ursman and the others’ research could form a knowledge system, as the God of Knowledge, Negris could quickly learn and comprehend it.

"It’s a shame we don’t have enough bodies. Otherwise, gathering Tyrone, Hiludi, Godmaking Sorcerers, and others would make the meeting spectacular," Anthony couldn’t help but think.

There were too many wise individuals under Ange’s command. Not utilizing their abilities would be like hiring employees without letting them work overtime, a waste.

Not long after Anthony finished his thoughts, Ange suddenly moved, reaching out and grabbing a handful of White Crystals, threw them onto the ground, then froze again, clearly having projected elsewhere.

Everyone was at a loss, staring blankly until the White Crystals began to move, manifesting into forms.

"What... what... what did that Dead Skull do? Where did he get so many White Crystals?" Negris exclaimed, quickly sharing Ange’s vision.

"These aren’t normal White Crystals, they’re a size smaller. Wait for me." With him leading, Anthony immediately followed, but apart from them, everyone else just exchanged glances and went back to their activities.

Sometimes, status doesn’t need to be deliberately declared; it naturally falls into order. Though Anthony was highly trusted by Ange and could decide minor matters on his own, contacting the God of Tree needed Ange’s decision.

Although Ange never cared for such things and would ultimately let him decide, he couldn’t make the decision himself, or he’d be overstepping boundaries. Also, if Negris wasn’t around, he absolutely wouldn’t share Ange’s vision.

Despite Negris often being bullied by everyone and snapping back, its status ranked just behind the junior ranks of Little Angel, Little Zombie, Little Sapling, and Little Ghost, far higher than others.

With the vision sharing, Negris immediately saw several elongated giant trees.

Like the Tree of Life on the Master Plane, with a trunk several kilometers in diameter and a canopy covering twenty to thirty kilometers, this wasn’t the only form of the World Tree; its growth depended entirely on the local environment.

In the Friel Empire, for concealment, the World Tree grew into a forest, appearing as individual trees but with a root system entirely connected.

Now, this elongated giant tree resembled the Void Tree of the Chaos Plane that grew towards the light, lacking a robust supporting structure due to weak gravity here, continuously extending as a few slender trees supported a fireball.

The fireball wasn’t very large, about fifty meters in diameter, not in the same class as the existing God Star fireball in space, but its emitted light was quite bright, illuminating half the land from close proximity.

Even more amazing, these trees could move, with several branches acting like thick legs, lifting the last branch to step forward, and as it stabilized, the second to last lifted forward, resembling a legendary multi-legged giant tree carrying the sun.

Negris’s gaze shifted from the giant tree’s body back to the ground in front of Ange, where Ange’s hands were digging away, loosening the soil and unearthing various Demon Crystals and White Crystals, releasing the Demon Crystals and integrating the elements into the surrounding environment while collecting the White Crystals directly.

"Did you dig up these White Crystals from the ground?" Negris was flabbergasted.

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