Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 1689 - 1250: Knew Something Was Wrong

"Heh..." The Monarch chuckled with anger, swung the Death Scythe and charged forward, cutting down with one swift stroke.

"Wait a moment..." Nagustai hurriedly shouted, but the Monarch ignored it and sliced its avatar, the Tree Herder, in half.

Nagustai quickly split its ’head’ and moved, the two halves spreading apart, flying while rapidly growing and shouting: "I said we could split it, you disagreed, but let’s talk about how much..."

This might have been the fastest Nagustai had ever spoken in its life, but it was useless. The Monarch first chopped its other half into seventeen or eighteen pieces, then caught up with the first half and did the same.

For plants, like the Axe Potato, during planting, you have to cut the rhizome into seventeen or eighteen pieces to bury in the ground, so chopping is not fatal. As long as it doesn’t get burned to ashes like the Gray Divine Star, it can find various ways to sprout and grow again.

But as it tried to continue splitting its ’head’ for action, it found the breath of death quickly eroded its body. Instead of growing, all its pieces gradually lost life force and withered away.

Nagustai attempted to channel more life force from its main body to promote the growth of its pieces, but it was too little and couldn’t keep up with the wilting. If it sent more, the newly grown branches would just be severed again by the Monarch’s scythe. In the end, it could only watch helplessly as all its pieces withered into lifeless deadwood.

In this state of decay, except for Ange, no one could bring it back to life.

The Monarch held the Death Scythe and drifted in front of Orgal, silently staring at him.

Orgal, very astute, had not moved a muscle when the Monarch was cutting the tree earlier. Now being stared at, he could only put on an awkward yet polite smile.

A sprout reappeared on Orgal’s body. This time, it was also very astute, not daring to grow too large, stopping at the size of a palm, and said to the Monarch with a complex expression: "I remember why I made a spiritual lock contract with you back then, you counter me."

The Tree of Ten Thousand Realms needs life force to grow, while breath of death specializes in countering life. Wherever the Breathing Soil passes, nothing else but Cemetery Grass can grow.

When the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms was still small, it did indeed get easily suppressed upon encountering the King of Chaos Skulls Fei Lie.

"Hmph, didn’t you manage to bypass it now? How could such a mere spiritual lock contract bind you?" At this point, the Monarch suddenly had a jolt in their heart, recalling something.

Nagustai had no mood to dwell on this and instead asked, "How much am I getting?"

The Monarch thought for a moment and, with difficulty, said, "One-tenth? No, no, that’s too much, you just compelled it to reveal its true form; without you, I could force it to reveal itself too, one-twentieth."

"No, at least one-fifth," Nagustai replied.

"Are you dreaming? Yesterday’s fertilizer you applied expired, giving you hallucinations, and you have the nerve to ask for one-fifth without any effort?" The Monarch angrily scolded.

Nagustai was confused, was he scolding himself? The scolding...is so...so unique, expired fertilizer can’t be? No way? Fertilizer doesn’t expire, right? Uh, no, does it even need to fertilize?

This reaction made the Monarch slightly embarrassed. The grand Undead King of All Void suddenly resorting to scolding, unlike his style, all because of that someone: "All because of that horse, leading me astray. Never mind, one-tenth, take it or leave it."

After careful consideration, Nagustai reluctantly accepted this ratio.

"Alright, you can now split it, but only take one-tenth, no more," the Monarch said.

The seedling separated from Orgal, slowly drifting forward. The further it drifted, the more leaves grew, growing larger because as the surface area of the leaves increased, a large amount of light and heat shone upon it, making it grow faster.

Orgal finally sighed with relief. Nagustai entrenched in him was equivalent to bearing the Monarch’s might, it was too much pressure.

Unexpectedly, these great beings were also haggling, and utterly lacking in technique, all driven by emotion, worse than street Goblin Merchants. Yet what they were dividing was the body of a God Star, determining the ownership of a God Star in such an operatic manner.

Nagustai grew to a certain level, its giant canopy completely covering one side of the God Star. Only then did it start extending roots, like countless tendrils, slowly reaching out to the God Star’s body.

The closer it got to the God Star’s surface, the stronger the light and heat became. Soon, the tips of the roots were scorched black and smoking; however, at the charred parts, new roots continued to extend, turning black, hard, and tough, repeatedly, until they finally landed on the God Star’s surface and slowly took root.

"Amazing," the Monarch couldn’t help but praise. A plant taking root on the surface of a God Star?

Such a situation was beyond his comprehension. The surface temperature of the God Star was estimated to be several thousand degrees. Only his Chaos Black Crystal Body could withstand this heat; if it were a Body of Mourning, it would have dissolved long ago, and yet this tree’s roots could endure?

With the roots embedding, Nagustai grew even faster, sprouting a gigantic sturdy vine, one end rooted in the God Star, the other extending into the Void, slowly blooming flowers.

Once these flowers bloomed, finger-sized light balls emerged from within, drifting into the Void, eventually converging into a mass.

Thus, an endless stream of Divine Star Energy was absorbed and transformed into small light balls, gathering into a large light ball, resembling a mythical earth siphoning eucalyptus, visibly thinning the God Star’s body.

The Monarch silently watched, saying nothing. He had a feeling that the matter wasn’t over because Anthony and the others had not signaled him at all. The Death God’s Staff was likely up to no good, or had made some discovery.

As time passed day by day, the God Star body’s circumference visibly shrank by approximately one-tenth, transferring this energy into the Void, forming another sphere.

Once the separation was complete, Nagustai dutifully withdrew its roots embedded in the God Star, the vine slowly contracting, detaching from the God Star surface, then said, "One-tenth, I’ve taken..."

Just as this was said, a cold snort echoed through the Void: "Humph!"

Nagustai was taken aback, and then saw the light ball, formed from the God Star’s extracted body and a tenth of its power, suddenly burst, with a fierce shockwave and flame flow sweeping in all directions.

Nagustai, being the first to bear the brunt, was directly snapped by the shockwave, the shattered vines scorched by the flame flow, quickly charred, blackened, carbonized, and melted away with nothing left.

The well-prepared Monarch, with one hand, pressed Orgal into the Space Rift, sending him away.

Simultaneously, his other hand shielded in front, mumbling, "I knew something was wrong. If Nagustai can bypass the spiritual lock contract, wouldn’t such a grand God Star also bypass the oath made with the Star Descendants?"

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