Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 849 - 475 You Save the Monarch We Want the

Chapter 849: Chapter 475: You Save the Monarch, We Want the Starburst Array

Chapter 849: Chapter 475: You Save the Monarch, We Want the Starburst Array

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A mighty force, channeled through Ange’s original form—the Black Crystal Body—now coursed into the present body, forming a pathway that transmitted an endless flow.

Such a pathway had existed before, but the power transmitted through it was too meager, barely sufficient for casting Level 1 Magic. Although cast quickly, it was still just Level 1 Magic.

Now, this pathway had widened, and at the mere thought from Ange, he cast a Level 2 Magic.

Buck’s eyes widened as he observed what was clearly a brighter Level 2 Purification Magic: “Is this Holy Light bestowed upon me?”

With hands endowed with a holy glow, Ange grasped Buck’s crippled arm, cut off the pain, and with a swift slice, reopened the already healed wound, exposing bone and flesh.

Around them, gasps echoed as Buck’s mom covered her face and screamed, but Buck himself remained remarkably calm, unable to feel any pain and instead, curiously observing the blood and flesh of his arm.

Ange took out some essence liquid and poured it on the wound. Under the promotion of the Holy Light, the flesh and blood on the wound grew rapidly.

Truth be told, the scene was somewhat terrifying. The flesh grew too quickly, sprouting lumps that eagerly extended until, within minutes, Buck’s arm had regrown.

The newly grown arm was soft and pale, like the skin of an infant, starkly different from the grimy skin elsewhere on Buck’s body.

This miraculous moment struck deep into everyone’s spirits, leaving them stunned for a good while before they all kneeled down reverently.

“My God, my God, regeneration of limbs, a true miracle.”

“What kind of magic is this? I want to learn this kind of magic.”

“This is a miracle! This is a miracle! The Church of Light, are they really this powerful?”

Ange harvested a wave of Soul Flames, and having witnessed limb regeneration, people immediately believed in the power and spread word of this miraculous event.

What had been a routine slave reception had transformed into a display of miracles, continuously proceeding.

For instance, slaves suffering from a stomach malady, after drinking water specifically prepared by Ange, immediately felt their bellies boom like thunder and swiftly ran to the conveniently prepared restrooms lined with thick lime.

This careful arrangement was thanks to Silver Coin, who had constructed a row of toilets, otherwise, people would have had to relieve themselves in the roadside bushes.

A flurry of activity ensued, and these weakened people walked out only to find their bellies had shrunk. The persistent ailment that long tormented them was cured just like that.

It wasn’t just a simple deworming, for if that were the case, intestinal bleeding would have likely killed these already frail people. The deworming was accompanied by essence liquid which repaired their intestines, and right after defecating, these people felt hungry.

Not far away, there were oilseed cakes, but before they could get their food, everyone was driven into the river to wash themselves clean.

After emerging, they were dusted with anti-worm powder, and then each received an oilseed cake.

This streamlined process was well-practiced by Anthony on the Master Plane, having been repeated countless times. He was fully prepared for every aspect, even considering the psychological health of the slaves.

The anxiety of those newly arrived to this strange place quickly settled.

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Ange was now multitasking, with most of his attention focused on that energy channel. Apart from allowing him to cast Level 2 Magic, the massive surge of energy also brought about some strange changes.

Concentrating, Ange suddenly extended his hand, which then immediately disappeared into thin air.

Negris, accustomed to such oddities, silently flew over to cover for him, lest it alarm others, casually asking, “What are you reaching into the Divine Realm for? If you need something, go inside to fetch it.”

Ange was now in the Divine Realm of the God of War and Peace, his control becoming ever stronger; he could open a vast expanse or just a small gap. Negris thought he was reaching into the Divine Realm.

Ange reached in and pulled out a clump of Breathing Soil.

“Eh? Breathing Soil? When did you put Breathing Soil in there? Wait, that’s not right, you haven’t been to a cemetery or anywhere similar lately; where did this come from?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“Resting Camp.” Ange said, then reached his hand back in.

“Hiss, you mean, you can reach into Resting Camp now?” Negris asked, astonished.

Ange nodded, then withdrew his hand, now holding a bunch of withered wheat.

Ange hadn’t returned for a long time and hadn’t been able to tend the farm; most of the crops had died except for the extremely resilient God flowers and Upgrade Beans.

Negris immediately got excited: “Really? Are there any limitations? Can you fetch bigger things? Can you bring out Petersburg?”

Originally, Ange could pull out objects as large as half a skeleton, but if he reverted to his original body as Locke and coordinated the two sides, he could transport something as big as a person.

Little Angel, Little Zombie, Silver Coin, and Anthony had all been transported this way, only Negris was directly fetched.

However, this method of ‘fetching’ and ‘inserting’ was highly energy-consuming and not capable of moving larger objects; for instance, the Purple Skeleton Titan couldn’t be transferred, nor was there a need to keep transferring people as the Master Plane also needed to be manned, so Ange ceased further transfers.

In this new place, pioneers like Anthony and Silver Coin, and warriors like Big Bone were needed, but administrators like Lisa and Feilin were not required for the time being.