Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 1679 - 1240: Do Elderly God Stars Also Get Sleepy?

Nagus came silently, surprisingly quiet, as a thin root emerged out of the void, silently growing into an unremarkable Tree Herder just chest high.

If it weren’t for the Monarch’s mind enveloping the area, plus the void around was empty and open, any small obstacles would easily make one overlook it.

Who would notice a tree growing behind a wall?

"I knew it." The Monarch muttered under his breath. With such an ability, Nagustai could easily enter and exit any place; how could a mere Spiritual Locking Contract possibly confine it?

After growing into a Tree Herder, Nagustai twisted and walked over, mimicking the Tree Herder’s posture perfectly, yet moving at unimaginable speed, twisting its waist and swooshing several kilometers in an instant, reaching the Monarch in two or three moves.

The Monarch’s mind swept back and forth across it, observing for a while, then suddenly said, "You’re not Little Tree."

The Monarch’s tone was very certain, as if he discerned something, though he inwardly felt uneasy, not understanding why Anthony suggested he say that.

Nagustai froze there, and after a long while, said, "In essence, I am Nagustai. I used some special methods to bypass your Spiritual Locking Contract, but I’ve always abided by the contract with you, never setting foot in your territory."

"Hmph!" The Monarch snorted, knowing all along, yet subconsciously praising: that Death God’s Staff has guessed right again; how did he know this wasn’t Nagustai? No, not ’Little Tree,’ so not Little Tree, but could be Nagustai.

The Monarch felt like his soul was about to explode, wishing he could grab a scythe and start chopping; it’s easier to hack people.

But thinking again, he might not be able to cut the Gray Divine Star, so better stick to the plan.

Thus, the Monarch’s tone lowered, "You have violated it now."

Nagustai said leisurely, "This isn’t your territory."

The Monarch was stumped, and after a moment, said, "What are you doing here?"

"You kill the Gray Divine Star, I help." Nagustai replied.

"Did you tamper with my family’s child? Eavesdropping my words?" The Monarch asked sternly.

Nagustai replied leisurely, "I, protect the Fie Lie family, need to observe."

"Oh? Looks like I have to thank you, then." The Monarch jested.

Not sure if Nagustai didn’t understand or pretended not to, he responded plainly, "You’re welcome."

"Fine, since you’re here to help, what can you do?" The Monarch asked.

Nagustai replied, "You have experience; what do you need me to do?"

"Collect some Chaos Mist for me, can you do it?" said the Monarch casually.

The Tree Herder raised its hands, making gestures to drive forward, and as it danced, some plants extended forward, quickly paving a road built by plants.

The Tree Herder continued waving hands, expanding plants sideways, quickly creating a large flat surface, resembling loosely coiling masses of thread upon rocks like moss.

After finishing this, the Tree Herder looked toward the Monarch, gesturing with its hand.

The Monarch, bewildered, squatted down, closely examining the plant blanket, looking for a while yet finding nothing unusual.

The Tree Herder gestured again.

Impatiently, the Monarch kept observing, squatting uneasily until suddenly noticing tendrils of Chaos Mist entwined on the plant blanket.

"Oh? These plants can absorb Chaos Mist?" The Monarch exclaimed.

The Tree Herder nodded, "Placed here, with a constant flow, there’s mist."

"Interesting." The Monarch remarked with interest, beckoning, immediately causing a Mourning Bone Dragon to surge from afar, grabbing the plant blanket and flying away.

The Bone Dragon circled the void extensively, sweeping the plant blanket as broadly as possible, and upon returning, the plant blanket was already thickly enwrapped with Chaos Mist. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

The Monarch gathered the Chaos Mist from the plant blanket, roughly forming a fist-sized clump — not much, but efficiently.

The Bone Dragon dragging the plant blanket around multiple circuits, far more efficient than scraping Mist randomly.

"Not bad, quite practical, I’ll take it," said the Monarch, casually grabbing a small tuft, squeezing it in hand, surprisingly encasing it within a Black Crystal.

Pressing with his hand, he sent his arm through space to Locke, who then passed it to the Undead with Soul Contact with Ange. A root would come and wrap the item away.

Though the process was a bit cumbersome, the Monarch and Ange lacked Soul Contact, so had to relay via this way.

The Tree Herder curiously observed the Monarch’s actions without stopping it, and after finishing queried, "What are you doing?"

"Getting some samples, studying." The Monarch explained frankly.

Despite not laughing aloud, the Tree Herder’s tone was notably lighter, "I, Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, nurture organisms only another Tree of Ten Thousand Realms can recognize, do you have one?"

Inwardly, the Monarch mused, we actually do...

Yet, the Tree Herder couldn’t hear the Monarch’s thoughts, it only heard him say, "Since you’re here to help, at that time you handle it."

The Tree Herder leisurely replied, "I assist, not sent to death."

The Monarch spread his hands, "Then what can you do?"

"I can make it reveal its true form." After speaking, the Tree Herder’s entire body began growing wildly.

With the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms continuously providing power, the Tree Herder quickly grew into a towering giant tree with a ’bursting head’.

Several thick tendrils atop swung like octopus tentacles, each ending in a solid tree knot.

Besides these knots, rows of tree holes exposed on the trunk, initially empty, gradually filled with Dark Element as time passed.

Each giant tree hole, some meters in diameter, now filled with Dark Element?

The Monarch couldn’t help but clench his teeth, finally understanding why Anthony took such great pains to pull Nagustai in; with the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms’ mass there, could easily create grand scenes.

Now, unlike on the Chaos Plane, the Monarch couldn’t utilize vast Chaos Mist, unable to rival the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms’ magnitude and God Star.

All preparations completed, waiting for the Gray Divine Star to arrive.

A good ten days later, the Gray Divine Star finally meandered over, seemingly unable to see the towering giant tree, floating past defenselessly, leaving the ready Nagustai and Monarch bewildered:

"Could it be asleep? Do old God Stars doze off?"

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