Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 680: Chapter 377 Burn My Fields! _1

In the Dwarven Empire, at Iron Stone Fortress, Copper Hammer pushed open a long-forgotten door.

“Not sure if the God of Forging’s construct can still be used.” Copper Hammer said with anticipation.

“Who knows,” the gatekeeper Iron Embryo nonchalantly scratched his bulbous, reddened nose. “It has been untouched for thousands of years and cannot be started without a divine soul. However, the creations of the God of Forging are not so easily damaged. So, has the planar war begun? Do we need to use the God of Forging’s construct?”

The God of Forging’s construct, the strongest creation of the Dwarven deity of smithery, possessed considerable combat power. It shouldn’t be used easily unless there is a planar war and the survival of the Dwarves is at stake.

Like the War God’s chessboard, it too requires equivalent strength to start. Therefore, the God of Forging’s construct hadn’t been activated in thousands of years.

“Indeed, a planar war is underway. The God of Justice and Arbitration of the Church of Light has lost their impartiality, got banished from Heaven, and lost their sanity, slaughtering over half a million devoted followers. They have transformed them into Sorrow Angels, who are now emerging from the swamps.”

“We need to prepare ourselves, assess the situation. If Anthony can slay the God, we will aid him. If he cannot stop the God of Arbitration, we will have to think of a way to protect ourselves.”

With a bewildered expression, Iron Embryo opened his mouth in disbelief, as if he were hearing an absurd epic tale.

Iron Embryo was rather old, at over eight hundred years. In the Dwarven society, he was considered elderly. For the past six hundred years, he guarded the relic of Iron Stone Fortress, spending his days sipping liquor and sleeping, completely detached from the outside world.

While he had heard of the God of Arbitration, he didn’t know Anthony.

“Who is Anthony?” Iron Embryo asked, successfully diverting Copper Hammer’s attention for a moment. Then, changing his expression, he said: “Ah, my stomach hurts. You go look for the construct yourself in the deepest part of the ruins, at the altar. I need to use the restroom.”

Copper Hammer, unsuspecting, waved him off and took his team into the ruins. Before long, furious roars echoed from within the relic:

“Damn it! Where are the gemstones from the driving core? What about the gems in the joints? And the Mithril coupled gem enhancement enchantments in the energy circuit? Who removed these precious materials? Iron Embryo! Iron Embryo! Kvada, this old lush definitely did this!”

The seemingly intact exterior of the God of Forging’s construct belied a disaster within. All the valuable gemstones, Mithril, fine gold, and enchanted materials had vanished, leaving the construct an empty shell.

As expected, Iron Embryo, who had excused himself to use the toilet, was nowhere to be seen. Copper Hammer initiated a city-wide search, eventually hauling him out from a distillery. Upon interrogation, Iron Embryo admitted his guilt.

For the past six hundred years, whenever he ran out of money for drinks, he would filch valuable materials from within the construct.

Since the divine soul was gone and the construct couldn’t be activated, three generations of Dwarf Kings had merely taken a glance without closely inspecting it, so no one realized.

How did a planar war arise unexpectedly? If he had known, he would have drunk more and embraced death instead.

Now that he was in jail with no access to alcohol, Iron Embryo wasn’t bothered by his discovery as much as regretting not dying before the discovery. After all, he was over eight hundred years old and didn’t have much time left to live.

Dragging the now hollow God of Forging’s construct, Copper Hammer arrived at the Goddess of Beauty City: “Lord Durken, no matter what, you must help repair this construct.”

“No problem, the repair costs and material fees would total one million magic crystals. If you want it expedited, that’ll be an additional half a million.”

“What? So expensive? Can you offer a discount? We’ve known each other for so long, give me a break.”

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Dwarves, elves, giant dragons, and Stellaris mages had to be coordinated – no room for a weak organizer here.

Anthony directly pulled in Brooks, Auburnli, and Aestolia to represent him, then divided the forces into groups according to the language, race, and strength, assigning each to various areas.

Negris stayed beside Anthony, using its vast knowledge to provide all sorts of references for Anthony.

For instance, dragons snored while sleeping, so their station had to be far from the crowd. Dragon dung stunk terribly so it couldn’t be upwind. Dark Elves were meat-eaters as well as robust male enthusiasts; guards had to keep tabs on them to prevent them from getting weak-kneed during battle, and so on.

All kinds of details, customs, and traditions had to be considered carefully.

Ange was joyfully farming, unbothered by these tiresome tasks. The gathering of various races necessitated a large quantity of food, and every race’s recipes were different.

Humans need a lot of starch in their grain, which tastes good when roasted or boiled; Elves prefer to eat raw fruit high in sugar; Giant Dragons like to eat little sheep; Dwarves are fine with anything, as long as there is alcohol.

Besides the small sheep, everything else was Ange’s specialty. If all else fails, he simply used the juice of the Fruit of Life mixed with sweet beet leaves, which he believed Elves would happily eat.

Ignoring everything else, he was satisfied with the opportunity to peacefully plant crops. A large amount of Soul Crystal and Soul Flame he had gathered earlier allowed him to continuously use the Instant Death Halo without worrying about consumption.

Inside the Temple of Rest, there were now two Farm Barriers, covering over 6000 acres of land, fully planted with various crops. This included swamp rice bought from the Grain Convention and specimens of productive grains from many generations.

As expected from the competition in the Grain Convention, these productive grains were much better in terms of growth speed and yield compared to those Ange had collected in the wild.@@novelbin@@

Of course, these superior plants had their drawbacks, such as being more delicate. But that didn’t matter, as cultivation was about careful nurturing; making the delicate crops grow better and faster.

Tough and inedible crops could only be considered as grass.

Crossbreeding, grafting, reference, selection, then crossbreeding, grafting, reference, selection…

In the beginning, Ange had conducted tens of thousands of trials to breed saltwater rice. While participating in the Grain Convention, he also carried out hundreds of selection trials, now he had so many newly developed, productive grains, he was more than willing to try ten thousand times more.

He pulled off the strap tied around her neck, gently tugging her dress up to her waist.

Jian Yufei wanted to sneer.

So, he dressed her in this kind of dress because it was easy to remove. She couldn’t dress herself due to the bracelet on her wrist, but with this kind of dress, there would be no issue with getting dressed or undressed.

He even thought of this detail. Was he really considering her just a tool for his release?

With a sense of sorrow, Jian Yufei realized this as Ruan Tianling’s lips traveled to her waist, a sensitive spot for her. Despite her body’s rejection of him, she couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

The dress was fully removed…

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Jian Yufei felt as if she was in a furnace.

It was hot, stifling, and hard to breathe.

Jian Yufei didn’t struggle, letting him manipulate her like a puppet.

She felt nothing, had no reaction, but he was enthusiastic.

After a long while, Ruan Tianling buried his head in her shoulder, his forehead made damp by sweat rubbing against her skin.

He laid there for a long time before finally picking her up again to go clean up in the bathroom.

The layout of the bathroom had also been changed.

The bathtub was just beside the door. The length of the chain was just enough for her to lie in the bathtub, but she had to have her head towards the door, otherwise it wouldn’t be long enough.

Ruan Tianling put her in, then turned on the faucet to let the hot water run.

He joined her inside, picked up a towel and started to wash her body.

Jian Yufei played with the silver chain on her wrist. The chain knocked against the milky white bathtub, making a clear sound.

Ruan Tianling paused briefly. He held her in his arms while reaching down to clean her.

Jian Yufei kept swinging the chain, making it hit the bathtub continuously to produce sounds.

This noise vexed Ruan Tianling.

He knew she was doing it intentionally to provoke him. He restrained his irritation, quickly finished cleaning her, then wrapped her in a towel, carrying her back to the bedroom.

But just as he was about to put her back onto the bed, Jian Yufei suddenly pulled him down with her. She flipped over him and sat atop him.

Ruan Tianling was momentarily taken aback, then he relaxed again.

“What are you trying to do?” he asked her, his dark eyes not revealing any hint of danger.

Jian Yufei expressionlessly wrapped the silver chain around his neck, pulling on both sides.

“Do you believe I could strangle you to death?”

Ruan Tianling was taken aback, not expecting her to make such a move, but he wasn’t angry.

In his opinion, her threat was absolutely nothing.

Or rather, he simply didn’t consider her strength a match for his.

Anthony’s face turned pale, he instantly took out his communicator. After a moment on the communicator, he said with a grim expression, “These things have appeared around the world, burning fields, destroying crops, polluting the earth, they want to starve everyone to death through this Doomsday Judgement. It seems that the God of Arbitration never intended to face us in a straight fight.”

“Why? What’s the benefit for him? If everyone starves to death, won’t it mean starving all his followers too?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“There must be a follow-up plan. They must have a follow-up plan, but we…” Anthony trailed off, as next to him, Ange was already aflame with anger, his body entirely covered in fire.

“Burning my fields?”