Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 429

Chapter 429: Chapter 255: The Third Solution_2
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Indeed, it was unlikely for Dyson to marshal such a massive force against the Goddess of Beauty City. However, the sheer scale of it still induced a profound sense of helplessness. And that was just one or two empires. What if all of humanity across the plane were to unite…?

While everyone was still reeling from the shock, Negris noticed that Ange had straightened his back.

Ange rarely sat up straight. He only did so when he was focusing intently or when he heard something that piqued his interest.

Negris leaned forward. Quietly, he asked, “Ange, what are you thinking about?”

Ange tilted his head and replied, “So many people, how much food would be needed?”

“Heh, so that’s what you’re calculating? Do you really think you can grow enough food to feed all the beings in the plane?” Negris sneered.

Knowing that Ange was pondering over such an impractical issue, Negris ignored him and continued listening to Anthony’s analysis.

“Drain the water vapor, cut off the rivers. In just half a month, the Goddess of Beauty City could perhaps die of thirst. The rest would have to flee to the oasis. But one oasis cannot support that many people. If they spread out to different oases, it would give us opportunities to defeat them one by one.”

“The fourth step is bombing. Escorted by Griffin Knights, two-legged flying dragons and airships carrying incendiary bombs, fuel bombs, wax bottles, and similar items, flying overhead and dropping these onto the ground. Even if we have White Neck, Bone Dragon Naeli, it would be useless. We don’t have enough of them and they can’t break through the protection of the Griffin Knights.”

“The bombing and draining of water vapor will happen concurrently. Then comes the advancement of the main forces. Do you know why the Capricorn Empire is mobilized? It’s because they are breeders of a large desert-adapted creature they call Capricorn.”

“One Capricorn can pull a sand sled at high speeds, each sled capable of carrying twenty soldiers. Able to travel a thousand miles in a day, ten thousand Capricorn could, within two days, deliver two hundred thousand soldiers here. How can we defend against two hundred thousand soldiers after being sealed off, water-deprived, and bombed for such a long time?”

None of them could muster any words. The simple enumeration of data instilled a suffocating sense of powerlessness. It was no wonder why Anthony would say that the Master Plane belonged to humanity.

After analyzing the strengths of both sides, it was time to make a decision. Everyone’s eyes fell on Ange. Only he had the power to decide whether they would fight or flee.

Ange seemed taken aback, curiously tilting his head with an ‘why are you all looking at me?’ expression.

This farming skeleton was distracted again. Negris had no choice but to say: “Everyone’s waiting for you to make a decision. Should we stick to fighting, or should we return to the Resting Abyss? If we return, we’d definitely lose the Goddess of Beauty City.”

Negris did not dare mention the farmlands around Fallen Dragon Lake. He knew what Ange would decide if those lands were brought up.

However, Ange didn’t choose either of the options. He said, “Kill the Pope.”

Anthony looked shocked, suddenly standing up. “Great idea!”

He had spent a while explaining everything to everyone, all based on the strengths of both parties, but had overlooked their main advantage.

No, that wouldn’t do. Ange’s words reminded him of this, and Anthony started pacing, reorganizing his thoughts.

The others were confused by this sudden turn of events. Sofia leaned over and asked, “What’s going on?”

Lisa explained, “Lord Anthony had outlined two plans. Lord Ange disagreed yet proposed a third solution. Lord Anthony felt that it was better than his original plans hence he discarded his own and is preparing to explore the feasibility of Lord Ange’s.”

Sofia was shocked as if she had heard something ridiculous. Did Ange just reject Anthony’s proposals? Wasn’t Ange only practical when it came to farming?

Even Lisa, a dedicated follower of Ange, thought it absurd. She would never dare to say that Ange was smarter than Anthony. When it came to cunning and trickery, all those present together were no match for Anthony.

“Our main problem now is Dyson and Guliani. We don’t need to kill Guliani. Merely getting rid of Dyson will significantly reduce our threat.”

“Dyson’s biggest advantage is his ability to orchestrate and mobilize human power, providing him with an absolute numerical advantage. But where do we have an advantage? Here!” Anthony pointed emphatically at Ange.

“Lord’s storage space is our biggest advantage. We can stash everyone there, then pop out at Dyson’s place, and overwhelm him in one swift assault.”

Everyone’s eyes lit up as they began contemplating the feasibility of this plan.

The Resting Camp is a divine artifact. It is an independent space with the ability to house living beings for long periods of time, a feat not offered by any other storage space.

Even if some special storage spaces can contain living creatures, the energy consumption would be exorbitant, making it impractical for large-scale personnel transfers.

But the Resting Camp is an exception. In fact, storing and retrieving objects from it also consumes a large amount of Soul Flame. If you calculate the cost based on the consumed Soul Flame, only a few could afford it, for Soul Flame is exclusive to the gods.

In this respect, Dyson must be punishment from the Gods.

A good plan is one that everyone finds feasible after it has been proposed. Ange’s plan was clearly one with universal approval. Immediately, there were voices chiming in:

“Everyone should be equipped with a Teleportation Scroll. Once the mission is complete, they can immediately teleport away.”

“Ask Shamara for help. Her predictive ability can help us avoid most of the danger.”

“Get some equipment for the Purple Corpse to increase their attack power.”

“Bring Vaguli’s Magic Egg Cannon. It might be useful during sieges.”

“Also bring those drugs that Sava made. Toss them into their drinking water when they’re camping, and they won’t be able to sleep at night.”

“… are you referring to ‘those’ drugs from Sava?”

While everyone was chiming in with details, Ange suddenly said, “We need XXX million tons.”

This bewildering statement left Negris puzzled. “What are you talking about?”

“For that many people, we need XXX million tons of food.” As he spoke, the Ring of Libra flashed behind him.

Kvada, Negris almost went crazy. Everyone was discussing his plan, and he was calculating the amount of food required?

…

Aestolia sat blankly on the chair, letting Ange do as he pleased. However, her fingers were unconsciously squeezing. It had been so many years since anyone had touched her at such close proximity. This made her feel uneasy and also left her with an odd feeling.

Just as Ange touched her eyelids, she couldn’t help but halt him, “Wait, the condition to cure my eyes is really just to protect Lord Ange when necessary. I don’t have to fight, do I?”

Lisa hastily reassured her beside, “Yes, you don’t need to fight. Even if you just cast the Forbidden Magic Domain, that’s fine. We know your difficulties. You represent the elves. We won’t make things difficult for you.”

Aestolia gave a wry smile, took a deep breath and said, “Let’s go. I’m ready.”

It was not about saving face for her, she was just uneasy. She used this opportunity to adjust her emotions. Ange’s fingers touched her eyelids, making her want to stop him again. However, she suppressed this urge.

She was about to regain her sight. The feeling was not simply joy but a mix of complex emotions that made one not want to face it…

Ange pulled back her eyelids to reveal a hollow cavity where her eyeball had been. Ange flicked a drop of Essence Bug Ash Liquid onto the necrotic tissue deep within the cavity and then shone the Holy Light into it.

Crystal clear eyes slowly grew within the cavity. Upon receiving the first sliver of light, the True Mage in the Element Kingdom, the formidable being with the Forbidden Magic Domain, couldn’t help her tears.

After Aestolia joined the team, Negris went to find Lamo. After a round in the Resting Abyss, Lamo confirmed Ange’s identity – the Undead God.

Thirteen Graveyard Keepers offered their souls to Ange.

An unprecedented powerful team was assembled and then packed into the Resting Camp.