Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 306: Chapter 197: Planting Gods, New Divine Body_2
Negris nearly bit his tongue in surprise.

“I thought it would be grand and spectacular. Turns out it’s all arranged geometric objects and sculptures made of stacked stone. Monotonous in color, randomly arranged, lacks depth. The Gods of Light are missing a God of Construction or a Goddess of Beauty in their midst.”

With a shocked expression, Anthony quipped, “The most aesthetic part happens to be this square. The crops planted have layers, arranged neatly, just mismatched with the overall look, like a messy patchwork.”

Negris whispered, “The square was dug up by Ange.”

With a serious face, Anthony said, “No wonder it’s full of beauty. The other buildings are ruining the beauty of the square.”

“… Now I know why you always easily ascend to the position of the bishop,” Negris commented, shocked.

Anthony wanted to take a tour of Heaven, but Negris held him back. “Since we’re here, why not investigate why the seedling died first?”

“Do we need to investigate that? Who killed the pope who launched the Seed God project? Gods, the soil here carries the will of the gods. This kind of heretical seed will surely be purified,” Anthony remarked.

Without delay, Ange reached into the Temple of Rest, dug up another seed. The seed in the temple was also planted in divine soil, it wouldn’t have also been purified, right?

However, after digging it up, the seed was perfectly fine, lively and vibrant. The husk had even cracked, presumably about to sprout before long.

“It’s strange, there are no signs of purification at all. The soil inside the Temple of Rest is also divine, we refer to it as God Soil,” Negris added.

After digging up the previously wilted seedling to take a look, even the husk had visible signs of Holy Light burns. Apparently, the Holy Power content in the soil was too low, which allowed the seed to persist until sprouting. However, the seedling was too weak, far weaker than the seed, and had burned to death soon after sprouting.

Anthony compared the two, grabbed a handful of soil from the ground and sniffed it. Then, he asked, “If they are the same kind of soil, it’s impossible not to have signs of burns. Ange, did you do any special treatment to the soil when you brought it in?”

Ange thought for a moment and answered, “I was afraid of fungi and insects, so I purified it.”While speaking, he showed his hands, casting a Holy Light.

Negris and Anthony looked at each other, their eyes lighting up at the same time. Anthony said, “That should be the reason. Your Holy Light has purified the intent of the gods in the soil, so it won’t burn these heretical seeds.”

Negris added, “At the same time, it also purified some other things in the soil, causing this seed to be ‘first’ planted but hasn’t sprouted until now.”

So that’s why, once the cause had been identified, Ange replanted the seed back into the God Soil of the Temple of Rest.

“Alright, now I’m going to take a tour around Heaven. Looking at the layout here, where do the people of Heaven live? Do they live on the other side? Have you met any of them?” Anthony quickly spotted the same problem as Shamara.

Negris didn’t know what to say and rubbed his nose, awkwardly suggesting, “You better go and see for yourself.”

Negris’s words made Anthony sigh deeply, “Sigh…since you’ve already said this much, there’s probably nothing good to see. There have been records of many people being guided to Heaven, but never has one returned. I assume they all have been turned into nutrients for Heaven.”

Negris flew over and patted his shoulder, not knowing what else to say.

Anthony sighed again. Suddenly, his expression changed. He pulled out a magic crystal card from his pocket. There was a symbol on it that was blinking.

He quickly pressed that symbol and then listened attentively.

There was no sound. It was a communication at the soul level. The action of listening attentively was just for Ange and Negris’ benefit, to avoid them thinking he was daydreaming.

It wasn’t long before Anthony lifted his head, “Polk found the valley where the druid who had once held the Seed God plan was imprisoned.”

“Really!? This quickly?” Negris was overjoyed and quickly asked, “Where is it?”

Ange also cast a curious glance. A druid with the Seed God plan, he liked it. “Seed God” was also a kind of planting.

“In the Northern Wind Divine Mountain Range,” Anthony replied. “I asked him to rush over through the Teleportation Array. There happened to be one there, so it will be quick.”

Negris immediately frowned, “How could they hold him there? It’s a freezing, barren land, the least conducive environment for the druids. The seeds could freeze to death.”

Anthony gave a bitter smile, “Isn’t that a basic strategy? Water mages held in deserts, earth mages imprisoned in water cells, wind mages buried in the ground. It’s all about keeping you away from familiar environments. If you put a druid in a forest, could you even hold them?”

“Uh, makes sense, it’s like you can’t keep a male dragon in a place with females,” Negris recalled a proverb from the Dragon Clan.

Anthony took a quick glanced at it, hurriedly taking two steps away.

It was only then that Negris remembered that he was a male dragon too…

“I’m an exception…” Negris tried to justify weakly. “But what on earth is going on? Did Polk find a location? What did he find?”

“He’s still on the move. The valley is full of ice and snow. Luckily, he’s rather light, otherwise, he would have sank into the snow,” Anthony replied.

“There are quite a few traces of houses on both sides of the valley, but they’re all buried in snow. It doesn’t look like anyone has been living here,” Anthony observed.

“Polk sensed something under the snow, a strong energy reaction,” Anthony added.

Anthony suddenly raised his head, shocked, and said, “Polk… is dead.”

“Dead?!” Negris was startled and immediately asked, “What happened?”

Anthony swallowed hard and sent a sequence of images to Ange and Negris using his soul.

In the snow-covered valley, the Black Knight galloped, his horse’s hooves falling heavily in the snow and leaving only shallow footprints.

All around was a vast expanse of white. Aside from some buried buildings visible near the mouth of the valley, there were no signs of life. The silent valley seemed completely lifeless.

Suddenly, Polk felt some fluctuations, rhythmic and powerful like a heartbeat.

The fluctuations came from the snowy ground. In the depths of the buried valley, Polk dug up the heavy snow and soon found a flower bud. It was a large bud, pure white and shiny, glowing with a holy light.

As Polk touched the flower bud, a white smoke arose. This was genuine Holy Light.

Almost simultaneously, a thought focused on Polk. The bud bloomed, and a robust man rose slowly from the flower, his body shimmered with fluorescent light as he emotionlessly looked at Polk.

The next moment, the man leapt out and punched Polk.

The spiritual image abruptly ended there.

Negris was dumbfounded. “Is that a Divine Body?”

The man’s body emitted a fluorescent glow that was unmistakably divine.

Anthony nodded with a bitter and heartbroken expression. Polk was dead, and he hadn’t been able to save him. Moreover, the sudden appearance of a Divine Body meant significant trouble.

The Church of Light was currently godless, though Anthony likely didn’t know that the last standing Libra had been killed by Ange not too long ago.

Regardless, at present, there was a vacant position for a god in the Church of Light. Anthony could boldly split the church and covertly commit blasphemous acts. However, the sudden appearance of a Divine Body posed a new problem. If it has inherited the deity of the Gods of Light, what would they do?

It was not a joking matter, considering even Ange could inherit the Undead Godhood…

“No, we can’t let it live. I’m going back first,” Anthony said to Negris before turning away.

Anthony vanished using the Heavenly Stairs, leaving Negris to turn to Ange and suggest,

“Maybe, we should also follow? This Divine Body seems to be newborn. It would be best to kill it early. If it inherits the deity of the Gods of Light, trouble will follow. The Church of Light could potentially escape Anthony’s control and turn against us. They’ll definitely seize this place back then.”

Ange suddenly raised his head, pointing to the Square of the Gods and asked, “This place, seized back?”

“Uh, well, although the Holy Kingdom is worth a great deal more than your broken land, but yes, this place—the land where you plant things—they would seize back,” Negris affirmed menacingly.

Ange turned and crouched down, emitting a long soul cry.

With a rumble, the Little Angels, Little Zombies, Purple Skeleton Titans, Lightning Horses and others, who had been scattered around and playing, came rushing back. Ange quickly crammed them all into the Temple of Rest.

“Stop Anthony first, tell him to wait,” Negris hastily said.