Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 291 - 189 Face Down_3

Chapter 291: Chapter 189 Face Down_3

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Ange nodded.

“If you keep nodding, Little Angel and Little Zombie will come looking for you. Don’t you want them anymore?” Negris demanded.

Ange shook his head.

“Then why are you still planting? Do you need to water the crops? They only mature once a year, do you plan on staying here for a year? You’ll kill the plants if you don’t water them in that time!” Negris scolded, losing his temper.

“No need to water them.” Ange replied.

“No need to water?” Negris was stunned. Was there such a thing as soil where you didn’t need to water the crops in it?

Ange nodded again. He had not watered these plants since he sowed them, yet they had started to grow all the same.

“So, you’re not digging some up? This is good stuff, you know?” Well, even dirt seemed appealing in the straitened circumstances of the Holy Kingdom.

“Already done.” Ange was way ahead of Negris, having already dug up large piles and stashed them in the corners of his farm. Of course, in comparison to the millions of tons of soil above ground, the amount Ange had dug up was barely noticeable.

“You’re pretty quick when it comes to farming, but why don’t you think about how to get back? Leaving me to brainstorm all by myself.” Negris complained, clearly disgruntled.

Ange tilted his head, pointing at the top of the temple: “Like them.”

Negris mentally slapped himself for his oversight. Kvada, why hadn’t he thought of this before? How did the Holy Spirit Angels reach the Resting Abyss in the first place? freeweɓnovel.cѳm

The Heaven’s Ladder… they could certainly attempt to use the Heaven’s Ladder to return.

Sometimes, ingrained thinking limits the possibilities one can conceive. This especially applies to those with much knowledge; their knowledge can, in fact, restrict their thinking. This was the case with Negris. In his mind, the Heaven’s Ladder was meant for dispatching Holy Spirits and he hadn’t even considered using it to return.

Ange’s suggestion shattered this preconceived notion, and Negris immediately began ruminating. He arrived at the top of the Temple, at the base of the stairway. After much analysis, he deduced a way to activate it.

“Holy Light, an abundance of Holy Light can activate it. Luckily, it works the same way as the last time. We don’t have to tweak anything. Wouldn’t want to mess with the parameters.”

Ange had an infinite supply of Holy Light, even more so than the Church of Light. Even though their Holy Lights had different sources, Heaven’s Ladder was a lifeless object and doesn’t differentiate between them.

The Holy Stairway was activated. A beam of light shot into the sky, crossing the gravity midpoint, and landed in the Resting Abyss.

“Let’s start by sending a heavily armored zombie up.” proposed Negris, planning to first test if the Heaven’s Ladder was capable of transporting Undead creatures without causing harm.

On the other side in Resting Abyss, preparations were in place to receive the first traveller, as informed by the soul message.

With a whooshing sound, the heavily armored zombie was absorbed into the beam of light, turning into tiny shimmering particles.

Shortly after, they received the safe landing message from the armored zombie through soul communication. Ange continued to pour out Holy Light and instructed Shamara to enter the beam, initiating the transmission process.

Upon receiving the message of Shamara’s safe landing, Ange stepped into the light for his turn, and activated the beam.

All he could perceive was an expanse of white light, himself being pulled forcefully along it at high velocity toward somewhere distant.

Mixed within the white light were sinews of different colored lights. Ange instinctively reached out his Boundary-crossing Hand and grabbed at these colored lights, managing to hold onto four or five strands.

At the same time, the white light shattered, the beam of Heaven’s Ladder flickered once and then disappeared.

With a thud, Ange landed face-first, feet in the air, leaving a sizeable crater in the ground upon impact.

PS: The time difference is messing up my updates. Bear with it. Once my mother-in-law is here to help with child care duties, I can roll out the chapters faster.