Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 315: Chapter 201 What Have You Done to the God of Life?_1

Clutching Ange’s hand bone, the shiny god’s body continuously slid down, finally dropping to the ground.

However, while the divine body dropped, a white little ghost didn’t, it separated from the body and clung tightly to Ange’s finger.

Ange felt a bit peculiar, could such a tiny thing actually control the divine body?

But it was clearly at its limit. Holding onto Ange’s finger, it noticed no light was being emitted. It couldn’t help but protruding a finger and nudged the finger it was clutching.

Ange had to resort to casting holy light, bathing the little ghost in it.

Ha~ the little ghost breathed out contentedly, holding firmly onto Ange’s finger.

Ange suddenly understood why it could control the divine body. It was his own energy feeding it. Clearly, it was depleted now, rendering it immobile.

But it was already very impressive. After all, the divine body was a powerful structure that could even confront steadfast bone. It took numerous punches from Ange to just break two arms.

Such a divine body, driven by a little ghost? If he kept recharging it, could it continually control the divine body to tame the wilderness and farm?

He’d try it later. Having decided, Ange cut off a little piece of a healing branch of the World Tree.

It was the diseased decay he had cut off the God of Life. He saw it at once. Newly grown branches of the World Tree didn’t have such age.

“You… you really cured my disease of withering, how did you do that…” the God of Life spoke slowly.

Ange took out a bag of worm ashes.

“Such intense vitality, perhaps I can give it a try, would you sell these to me…” Even at this time, the God of Life still maintained a relaxed tone.

Negris hastily responded: “Sure, sure, no problem, alert your elves below, to lift flight restrictions, so we can fly straight to you.”

“Flying is too slow, come here.” The God of Life spoke leisurely, as he did so, the surrounding lush trees and grass retreated to the sides, revealing a path.

This retreat startled the Little Sapling. It thought the trees were withering, so it fervently tried to grow, but alas, its power was no match for the God of Life, the forest still split open.

Flying is slow? Negris and Anthony looked at each other in confusion. Was there a teleportation array nearby?

Following the path through the forest, the more they advanced, the lusher the trees became. They shielded the space above, making them feel like they were walking in a circular tunnel made of entangled tree branches and vines.

After walked for about three or four kilometers, the path suddenly opened up to a wide platform.

The platform felt like a huge tree trunk. It was surrounded by dense leaves. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and the edge of the platform was enveloped in thick white mist. Looking down from the edge, it seemed bottomless.

“Where are we? It seems we’re on a tree, the floor is all vibrant wood.” The undead horse stomped on the ground a few times with its hooves.

The God of Life’s voice arose: “Stop treading on me…”

“Er, this is you? Sorry, I’m really sorry.” The Undead Horse quickly apologized and started to tap the ground with its hooves, trying to flatten the hoofprint it left.

“This is you? How did we get on your body? What happened? We hadn’t been walking in the forest for long, we were still thousands of kilometers away from you.” Negris was taken aback, and Anthony also looked back in astonishment at the passage they had just come through.

But there was no passage behind them anymore, only a large tree hole was left, one that could be seen right through to the end.

“I temporarily established a space passage. Come this way.” As he finished speaking, a small elf flew over, circled around Ange and others, and then flew in a certain direction.

Negris and Anthony were astounded. They were not shocked by being teleported thousands of kilometers in a blink of an eye. As a formidable God of Life, teleporting them to another plane wouldn’t be a big shock.

What shocked them was the silent transition during the whole process. They felt absolutely nothing and yet they had been entirely moved through space. It was as if they were just walking a few kilometers, which was the most terrifying part.

Even they, at their level, didn’t perceive the space switching. Ordinary people, even if they passed through the passage, would only think they had walked a few kilometers, oblivious that they were actually already miles away.

Amid their astonishment, a tree branch suddenly dangled a ripe and sweet-smelling fruit in their path.

Lightning instinctively licked its lips. It had tasted this kind of fruit last time. Although it only ate the flesh and all the seeds were hollowed out, it had remembered the sweetness ever since.

It wanted to eat the fruit as it looked at it.

Just as the thought arose, a white figure darted over, grabbed the fruit, and plucked it down.

The Little Angel, clutching the fruit, scurried back to Ange and held it up high with both hands.

As soon as Ange took the fruit, Lightning swooped in: “My lord, you only want the seeds inside, right? Can I have the rest?”

Ange shook his head: “Not for now.” And then he tucked it into the Temple of Rest.

Soon, they all went down a spiral staircase formed by a twist of giant branches, entering a hollow tree hole, similar to the kind of hollow in a decayed tree trunk, just hundreds of times larger, like a deep pit.

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