Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 1670 - 1231: Is it Your Majesty Emperor Fei Lie?

Orgal left satisfied with the location information, while Roger still lay limp on the table, his whole body trembling slightly, his face showing a painful expression, but he could not make any sound because his mouth was already filled with mycelium.

The mycelium gradually covered his entire body, slowly growing mushrooms, caps, and then spreading open. Countless spores were scattered around, and if a strong light were shone right now, spores flying all over the sky could be seen.

The torment continued painfully for half an hour before all the fungi began to wither and turn into ash, dissipating.

After suffering for over half an hour, Roger regained a bit of strength and quickly crawled up, stumbling into the bathroom, washing from head to toe, draining the water, and then washing again.

He repeated this three or four times, but the itching from beneath the skin could no longer be washed away. From now on, Roger was afflicted with a very peculiar mushroom allergy; at the sight of mushrooms, his whole body would itch, then the skin would become red, swollen, and inflamed, with the itch lasting at least half an hour before fading.

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Roger thought Orgal had paid to teleport here, but in reality, he hadn’t. After leaving the Astrology Tower, two roots sprang up in front of Orgal, tearing open a Space Rift, and Orgal and his group walked in single file.

After they all entered, the two roots shook, quietly dropping some seeds, then retracted.

The seeds fell to the ground, quickly growing and sprouting, soon forming little grass, little trees, little flowers, and the like. Under normal circumstances, they would soon mature and spread their seeds through wind, water, or animals.

However, it was not normal now; as soon as they sprouted, surrounding plants extended over, some wrapping their roots, others entwining their stems, vigorously binding, and these freshly sprouted plants were all strangled to death, leaving only some pheromones.

The surrounding plants also emitted some pheromones, carrying the anger of the local World Tree.

In a Plane where there is already a World Tree, how dare foreign plants sow seeds indiscriminately? No matter if it’s the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms or Void Tree, they will all be strangled.

The Void Treeman suffered a setback but could say nothing; the rules of the plant world are like that. If another World Tree occupies it first, unless its God of Tree intends to start a World Tree war, it can only endure.

Obviously, the God of Tree did not plan to start a war; with pheromone positioning, it could have already broken through space, but it still presumptively tried to sow seeds, getting a beating from the local World Tree—it had it coming.

Orgal and his group emerged again, arriving in a fully wooden enclosed space, with a giant tree knot at the center, slowly emitting powerful heat and waves.

Orgal transmitted the location information into the tree knot, and immediately, a coordinate system map appeared around the tree knot. freēnovelkiss.com

After adjusting according to the position, a hazy shadow appeared in the center of the coordinate system map.

Every few seconds, it became clearer, and soon, the hazy shadow sharpened, revealing a clearly visible olive-shaped object floating in pitch-black void.

Orgal exhaled a long breath and said, "So it drifted into the Boundless Space Hole, no wonder, Mort, you couldn’t find it; it drifted far away."

With no points of reference in the Void, it’s hard to tell if the olive is moving, but according to the location information Roger provided, it coincides with where the ’water’ fruit was tossed five days ago. A logical speculation is that the Spit melon moved, pulling the ’water’ fruit, and it drifted far away before touching the pheromones.

This speculation let Orgal breathe a large sigh of relief because if someone meddled to such an extent and left them clueless, it indicates the opponent’s strength is terrifying.

For some reason, when thinking ’the opponent is too terrifying,’ Anthony’s old face subconsciously popped into Orgal’s mind.

Orgal’s heart skipped a beat; he quickly shook his head to dispel Anthony’s face from his mind, convinced it was a coincidence. Those wandering deities could not possibly meddle in such a high-level event; they might not even know how the Spit melon sprouts.

In front of the shadow, some vines grew up, twisting into the face of the Void Treeman. Looking at the olive-shaped object in the shadow, it said, "Indeed it’s a Space Spit melon; if even pheromones can’t reach it, its speed must be very fast. We need to catch up quickly; otherwise, if it drifts far away, we’ll never catch it."

"Won’t catch it? How could that be? You can’t even catch it? Can’t we root over?" Orgal asked.

"Without pheromone markings, I can’t root over to a place with no same-type plant growth," Mort explained.

"Need pheromone markings? How about the God of Tree? Can we ask the God of Tree to extend and catch it back?" Orgal suggested.

"No, King Fei Lie and the God of Tree signed a Supreme Spiritual Locking Contract, the spiritual lock blocks the God of Tree’s spiritual core; anything related to the Divine Light Alliance and Friel Empire’s airspace, the God of Tree cannot control. We can only recover the Spit melon ourselves," Mort quickly said, its tone and speed betraying that it was typically a slow-moving treeman.

Upon hearing there was no God of Tree to rely on, Orgal also panicked, hurriedly saying, "Hurry up then, root over to the place last time, and chase again, I’m coming too."

Mort nodded, extending a hand to wrap around Orgal and together sank into the ground.

When Orgal came out again, they arrived in a Void area, an empty Void revealing no difference from the last time.

But Orgal quickly realized it was indeed the location from last time because he saw a treeman covered in wilted flowers, twisting and drifting over.

However, as soon as this treeman drifted over, it pointed anxiously at the Void behind it, emitting: Ah, someone—Ah, someone—messages, so anxious that it started speaking human words.

Orgal and Mort looked towards the Void behind the treeman and soon saw a giant figure wielding a large scythe, aggressively swooping towards their location.

But the opponent’s mind swept over their position, first seeing the two treemen, slowing down immediately, gathering its momentum, even letting the scythe hang down, emitting a puzzled message: "Huh? Treemen? People of Little Tree?"

While speaking, the giant figure began gathering form, the giant figure transforming into a mist absorbed into its body, revealing a black Chaos Black Crystal Skeleton, with starlight flickering on its bones.

Seeing the opponent’s form, Orgal instinctively exclaimed, "Chaos Skull? Is it Emperor Fei Lie, Your Majesty? Is it Fei Lie, Your Majesty!"

The Chaotic Black Crystal Skull scratched its skull; the Soul Fire in its eye sockets contracted slightly and said, "Emperor Fei Lie? Do you know me? Are you with Little Fat Dragon or the merchant gang?"

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