Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 531

Chapter 531: Chapter 304: Lisa, a Princess?_2

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“Am I really given the freedom? Has my Divine Fire truly been ignited?” Dyson examined the Divine Power sizzling incredibly within his palms and still found it baffling.

Why on earth would Guliani do so? He’s not even his father! Why would he assist him in igniting his Divine Fire? What’s in it for him?

He let him go without any restraint; Is he not afraid Dyson might seize the position of the Pope using his Divine Power?

Unable to figure it out, Dyson felt his brain was about to explode. However, he didn’t forget his mission, summoned his lieutenant, and ordered, “Intensify intelligence gathering, be prepared for war. We’re going to annihilate the Abyss wanderers.”

“Ah? When?” the lieutenant asked.

“Maybe in three, five, seven, eight, or even decades. In any case, we need to show our posturing. As for when to start, we’ll wait for the right opportunity,” Dyson responded.

This was also what puzzled him. Guliani didn’t demand any commitment nor did he impose any constraints on him. This meant Dyson had absolute control over the situation, could act whenever he wanted to, and could make preparations over the span of decades. Wouldn’t Guliani eventually succumb under such circumstances?

Unless, Guliani was confident about restraining him. As for how, Dyson wanted to see.

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Hundreds of dragon corpses were transported back to the Resting Abyss, standing upright on the ground like a dish called “gazing at the stars”.

As the nightfall came, the Resting Wind started to blow with a moan. By the end of the night, more than a dozen corpses had the Soul Fire engendered within them, and tried to stand up wobbling.

However, the dragon’s physique was too large, measuring about seven to eight meters long. Thus, the soul formed overnight was not enough to animate these bodies.

At this point, it was Ange’s turn to act. Engraving soul imprints, connecting to the Soul Network, burying into the Breathing Soil. After a dozen or so days, about twenty dragons would be able to stand up unsteadily.

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After engendering twenty dragons, Ange took a break, exclaiming, “Kvada, this damn thing drains too much Soul Energy.”

If he were to animate all these three hundred soul dragons, Ange might not have to do anything else for the next whole year — Imagine not being able to use the Instant Death Halo, not even the Goddess of Beauty Fist, let alone any Element Conversion.

“So what, if you don’t want to? In return for a full year, you get three hundred Undead flying dragons. What’s there to complain about?” Negris retorted irritably.

Don’t underestimate these flying dragons. Ange may have scared them off with a single shout, but that was the might of the Dragon God, not their true power. If a real battle were to break out, they could potentially raze the entire city of Goddess of Beauty to the ground. Just by dropping flammable oil from the sky, they could give people a headache.

And now, Ange could not appreciate these dragons? He didn’t even want to give up a year’s worth of Soul Energy?

Compared to Soul Energy, these live flying dragons were not worrisome about food. The fish in the saltwater lake could feed tens of thousands of dragons without any issue. The dragons that were driven to Lake Island were self-sufficient, going for fishing every day and living a carefree life.

Xi had wanted to starve the dragons to death, but she didn’t have that many dead dragons to feed them. Thus, she was driven to the Lake Island to take care of them and incidentally became an excellent veterinarian.

“The dragons are now eating raw and cold food and are prone to intestinal problems. You need to pay attention to their treatments. If they die, it will be deducted from your payment.” Lisa admonished while teaching her the Face Purification Technique.

“Deduct as much as you want, you haven’t given me any money anyway. If they die, they will be reincarnated as zombies and then I will raise them.” Xi responded nonchalantly.

The point is valid — go on then, if they die, it will save money.

The initial goal was to save money. However, hundreds of flying dragons were entrusted to Xi– who had never had any breeding experience. Time flew by, and surprisingly, there were no deaths among the dragons, instead, many of the female dragons started laying eggs.

Female dragons are not like hens; they can lay fertilized eggs even without getting startled.

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Around the Lake Island, rows and rows of buoyant plastic boards were anchored in the water. Ange, standing at the shore, swiftly poked holes in one of the boards then sowed the seeds. After he was done preparing, he pushed it into the water. When enough boards had been accumulated, he bound them together, dragging and anchoring them in the distant water.

After this set of procedures, an incomparably vast field of buoyant plastic boards appeared, undulating with the water surface around the Lake Island.

Negris hovered around Ange, complaining out of boredom, “Are we really not going to investigate who ignited the Divine Fire? There is an additional God in the Master Plane, you know.”

Ange shook his head, showing not the slightest bit of interest.

“Well, you’ve ignited the Divine Fire twice yourself. There’s nothing to be curious about. Still, spending your days sowing seeds, it’s too dull. Aren’t you going to look for something new to do?” Negris continued to ask.

Ange pointed at the buoyant plastic boards. “New.”

“…Saltwater Soilless Rice, is it? You consider this new? If you sowed some fruit or something, then you could say it’s new…I mean, aren’t you supposed to do something you’ve never done before, not plant new crops!” Negris quickly corrected himself upon seeing Ange retrieving a few fruit seeds.

Ange looked at the fruit seeds in his hand. Aren’t saltwater fruits new?

Whether it is new or not, sow it.

Ange squatted down and began researching techniques for saltwater cultivation and soilless planting of fruits.

Negris wished he could tie a knot to his neck and then strangle himself to death. Why did he suggest this in the first place?

Now, even better, Ange has found something amusing. He won’t probably move a muscle for the next dozen days or so. But Negris, he was bored!

A resounding dragon roar echoed and all dragons, whether flying in the sky or perched on the trees, stood up or descended and gazed in the direction of the sound.

But…that’s not how a dragon greets, right!! The disbelieving Negris was left dumbstruck.