Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 808: Chapter 456: Should We Take Over the Church of Light?_2
 

Therefore, in the minds of those in Durken who had seen him, Your Majesty was not that Black Crystal Skeleton, but a massive dark shadow, and the skeleton was merely the vessel for his soul.

The figure that had just walked through the mist was indeed that dark shadow Durken had seen, but he couldn’t be certain because the notion of Ange summoning the Undead King was too absurd.

Ange said, “Illusion, manifestation.”

He had simply manifested the dark shadow he had seen in the Consciousness Space, for he discovered that the Breath of Death Mist was particularly adept at manifesting various things.

“So it was an illusion? Scared me to death.” Negris breathed a sigh of relief; it had been close to having a heart attack.

Anthony and Durken exchanged glances. Was it really just an illusion? Then why add the word ‘manifestation’?

Lord usually spoke so little, and every word he uttered was loaded with meaning. Sometimes only Negris could guess what he was trying to say. Was the deliberately added ‘manifestation’ devoid of any other significance?

However, even Negris hadn’t picked up any other implications, so there probably weren’t any… right?

Rebinya’s voice carried from afar: “My lords, Rebinya seeks an audience.”

She didn’t dare to run over directly as she had the last time but stopped at a distance, loudly requesting permission. This was the proper etiquette for addressing superiors; the last time, she had mistaken Ange and the others for swindlers.

Anthony hurriedly went to meet her, and after a conversation, both Anthony and Rebinya burst into satisfied laughter, the sound filled with a happy atmosphere.

…

Under Anthony’s leadership, with the help of silver coins and Rebinya’s full cooperation, it took less than two days for Anthony to take control of Deloge City.

He convened all the influential figures in the city, appointed Rebinya as the head, and formed a temporary management committee, with each faction contributing corresponding personnel and funds.

Those with money gave money, those with strength gave strength, and profits were allocated according to the proportion of their contribution.

He intentionally placed two factions with conflicting interests together, then instigated internal strife between them, while subtly supporting the weaker side, maintaining a delicate balance where they kept each other in check without destroying one another.

He also generously shared benefits that many had not touched before, inspiring them to cooperate with the enthusiasm of someone injected with chicken blood.

He threw out many tempting prospects, such as “The Undead Temple has another name, the Eternal Shrine, you know,” and “By worshipping the Undead God, even death is difficult,” and “Severed hands and feet, aging looks – that’s nothing, you can’t even die from that, why be afraid?”

These proclamations agitated those old men and women, impotent men and death-fearing ghosts so much that they couldn’t wait for the Undead God to descend right away, granting them eternal life and youth.

Especially since Anthony showed off a little by healing a scar on Rebinya’s arm on the spot, further proving the credibility of his words.

For a millennium-old Old God Stick and Archbishop, manipulating people’s hearts was all too easy; the entire committee was at his beck and call.

In a large city with a population of one hundred thousand, accommodating a few thousand refugees was trivial, especially as it currently lacked defensive forces, and the refugees that remained happened to be the young and strong without families.

Anthony picked out two thousand people and put them in the barracks for closed training, fed by the committee, but with the command authority given to Rebinya. The rest were dispersed into the security forces and various government departments—a classic case of salting the mine.

After such adjustments, Rebinya was effectively the City Lord of Deloge City, but she could not exert full power as the City Lord because the management committee kept a watchful eye. She couldn’t do certain extreme actions either.

“Brilliant, truly worthy of the Old God Stick. This way, even if he is not in Deloge City, Rebinya will not be able to seize power, and the others definitely won’t be willing.”

“But now without absolute authority, Rebinya won’t be able to do certain things, like repel foreign invaders or undertake large-scale marvel projects.”

“That’s exactly what’s intended; she won’t be able to act unless she turns to Anthony.”

“I see, tsk, tsk, tsk, truly worthy of the Old God Stick.”

After reaching a consensus, Silver Coin produced some contracts and bags, saying, “These are the land deeds ‘confiscated’ by Lord Anthony, and some are donations from believers. In the bags are seeds of crops commonly planted in Deloge, presented to Lord, hoping he will like them.”

Negris rolled its eyes; these fellows had all learned to cater to his likings now.

…

The deeds for land sent with the silver coins included a lot of wasteland, which would not be economical to cultivate, but for Ange, this was not a problem at all.

Little Angel was toting the Earth Hammer and slamming it down on the rocks with all her might, turning them all into dust with each blow.

Little Zombie followed behind her, digging the earth frantically. Since it had learned Earth Charge, every move connected with the earth elements, making it especially effortless.

Ange examined the composition of the soil, selecting suitable crops.

Different crops have different nutritional needs from the soil. Even deserts can grow grass and mushrooms as long as you have the right seeds—their land is not incapable of cultivation.

Besides, even without soil, there is still Soilless Rice to grow.

Ange happily scattered the seeds, then activated the Instant Death Halo Stone, and the crops grew wildly.

Aside from those selected for seeds, all harvested crops were stuffed into the Divine Realm.

The Divine Realm is a sterile space where no living thing can survive, making it extremely clean—so clean that food can even be processed inside it.

The Big Round Devil lay quietly in the Divine Realm, surrounded by grains and vegetables.

Ange stacked the gathered grains beneath the large iron sphere and infused the Hamster Skull with its soul, making it run.

Propelled by the Hamster Skull, the Big Round Devil swayed from side to side, crushing the grains beneath it with ease, grinding them into powder.

“Pff—You’re using a god-level construct to grind powder,” Negris commented irritably.

It ground not just rice, but also vegetables and Elf Beans; everything was ground into powder and mixed. Ange was too lazy to mold them into cakes because Durken had designed a mold for him.

He stuffed a big lump of mixed mustard greens dough into the mold, compacted it, pulled it sideways, then pulled it upward, and the dough inside was divided into fist-sized squares.

Then Ange used Elemental Repulsion to drive out some of the Water Element, and they turned into blocks of mustard cakes. After all, it was all for consumption—what difference did the shape make, square or round?

While planting and processing at the same time, the original vegetables were all used up, but his Divine Realm was filled once again, entirely stuffed with mustard cakes.

“All mixed with Elf Beans?” Anthony gaped at the Divine Realm full of mustard cakes. “One per person, and there’s enough for the entire city to eat.”

Ange nodded and said, “Eat them.”

They had to be eaten to accumulate Soul Flame, which would help Little Sapling grow faster.

Anthony hesitated a bit. “Isn’t it a waste to eat them like this? One can satisfy hunger, not harm the stomach, and they are rich in nutrients—this is a strategic resource. With such food, spreading the glory of the Undead will be even easier.”

Ange nodded. That could work too; the Soul Flame dedicated by the Undead Believers was even more vigorous than what the Planting God Statue absorbed.

However, not everyone was an Undead Believer. Yet, everyone who ate the mustard cakes was required to dedicate to the Planting God Statue. With a large enough base, the total amount was actually quite substantial.

“That’s good, that’s good,” said Anthony, suddenly rubbing his hands together with excitement over some thought.

Anthony prepared a warehouse for Ange to transfer all the mustard cakes from the Divine Realm into the storage.

Two days later, while Ange continued to farm in the wilderness, Anthony came with a group of people, escorting over a dozen bound individuals.

Negris asked, bewildered, “Who are these people? Why are they brought here?”

Anthony laughed and said, “I lured them out with the mustard cakes, bringing them here to confirm something. Lord, can you receive the faith of Light? If so, should we consider taking over the Church of Light?”