Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 34: Eat up_1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the Sky Pit, Ange was clutching the Soul Fire while everyone gathered around him.

“Release me immediately. I am Turus Magma, one of the three leaders of

Demon Valley, a high-level devil. If you harm me, you offend Demon Valley. This means war! You must pay the price!” Turus roared from within the Soul Fire.

Although he did not know why, his soul had indeed been drawn out. He needed to think fast and bluff to save himself, hoping it would work.

“You burned our planting areas and crops, and now you want us to let you go? Lord, what should we do with him?” Feilin cursed indignantly.

Ange tilted his head and thought for a while: “Eat him.” As for the Soul Fire, it seemed like it didn’t have any other value besides eating. Ange handed it to the Little Zombie.

Turus was stunned. He was just bluffing, but now they want to eat him? Was there going to be no discussion?

“Ah? No way, right? Eat it? The soul of a high-level devil, that’s really valuable… ” Feilin was taken aback. A high-level devil, one of the three leaders of Demon Valley, the soul of Lava Demon Turus, was it just going to be eaten like that? Isn’t that a waste?

Before he could finish, Little Zombie bit excitedly into the Soul Fire, refusing to let it go.

Since entering the underground city, Ange had prohibited it from preying on souls. However, with the Soul Network, it could share Soul Energy from Ange, and its growth rate hadn’t slowed down.

But the wonderful sensation of snatching soul power was deeply addicting. It was heartbreaking when it was suddenly not allowed to eat it, and now Ange suddenly handed it a large bunch of Soul Fire. How could the Little Zombie resist?

Seeing the Little Zombie bite the Soul Fire and suck the soul into its body, Aisike was even more shocked. He quietly pulled Feilin to one side: “What’s going on? What did the devil say that offended the Lord?”

“Uh, he said this is war and we must pay the price.” Feilin clarified.

“He deserved it. How dare he threaten the Lord? It’s only logical for the defiant to meet their end.” Aisike suddenly understood. It turns out that the devil threatened the Lord, getting killed was reasonable and justifiable.

“But… it’s such a waste. This was the soul of a high-level devil, knowledgeable with many things. I wanted to ask about the situation in the Demon Valley.” Feilin still felt it was hasty to kill it off so easily.

Aisike had a different opinion, disdainfully saying, ‘What’s there to regret? Does the Lord even care about a high-level devil? Even if it was a Great Demon, or even the Demon King, they are merely this much in the Lord’s eyes.” Aisike showed his pinkie nail.

Feilin shuddered at the realization. Yes, for Lord Observer, the status of a high-level devil or one of the three leaders of Demon Valley amounted to nothing. The situation in Demon Valley was also not important to the Lord Observer. Why would he bother about the mere Demon Valley?

If this was a thousand years ago, when the world’s middle station was still open, a team of Black Knights could easily raze Demon Valley to the ground.

Understanding this, Feilin felt relieved. While the information might be important to him, it was insignificant to Lord Observer. So be it, let it be consumed.

But just at this moment, Little Zombie suddenly arched its body, emanating a green glow from its mouth, eyes, and nose, its soul screamed in agony.

When Ange gave the Soul Fire to Little Zombie, he had overlooked a thing, the gap between the strengths of their souls.

No matter how weak Turus was, he was a high-level devil, and no matter how reckless Little Zombie was, it was just a lower-level Witch. Its soul strength was even lower than the White Skeleton. Little Zombie wanting to eat Turus’ soul was akin to a small fish trying to swallow a big fish — it was not easy and might backfire.

Now the backlash was happening. Turus’ consciousness roared in Little

Zombie’s soul: “You want to consume me? You dare to consume me with such a weak soul? Let’s see who consumes whom! I am Turus, one of the three leaders of Demon Valley. You insignificant thing, die!”

In the Little Zombie’s Soul, Turus’ robust consciousness was compressing Little Zombie’s consciousness. Just when it seemed like it was about to be devoured, suddenly a large face appeared next to the Little Zombie.

Ange and Little Zombie are connected via the Soul Network. Planning to devour Little Zombie’s consciousness? Did you ask Ange first?

Ange’s skull is a manifestation of consciousness. Due to its intensity, it is much larger than Little Zombie’s consciousness. It’s like a mountain emerging next to a small mound, which immediately stunned Turus.

Little Zombie quickly moved closer to Ange and pointed back at Turus, shouting eagerly.

In the hollow sockets of Ange’s eyes, blue flames vigorously flared. Turus’ consciousness felt a strong suction, being involuntarily pulled towards Ange’s skull.

During the process of being drawn in, it was torn to pieces by the powerful suction. From then on, Turus no longer existed as an independent consciousness. All that remained were the memories and soul energy that comprised the consciousness.

Soul energy without consciousness has no owner. Little Zombie cheerfully began to absorb it, squealing towards the Angel Skeleton as if it were delicious.

The Angel Skeleton crawled over, punched Little Zombie in the eye socket, and stared at it.

Usually, Little Zombie would have hit back right away, but this time it didn’t retaliate. Instead, it gave half of the soul energy to the Angel Skeleton.

The Angel Skeleton, who had just exerted a large spell and was somewhat depleted, unceremoniously accepted it and slowly began to absorb the energy.

In fact, Ange had not thought it all through. Little Zombie couldn’t digest so much soul energy. It was better to split it in half.

The soul energy was divided between Little Zombie and the Angel Skeleton, while the fragments of memory and the like were naturally absorbed by Ange.

Ange wasn’t interested in these memories. After a casual glance, he erased them all. There was only one thought left in his mind: “Dare to burn my field….”

The luminous moss field was burnt to ashes. Although he was angry, there was no way to restore it. So, he focused on tilling the Sky Pit’s planting area. But before that, Ange spent three days and two nights using more than seven thousand purifications to restore the Angel Skeleton back into the form of a little girl.

Still with that expressionless face and blank eyes, she innocently looked pitiful. However, whenever Feilin and Aisike walked past her, they subconsciously made a detour, afraid that she might hit them with a flash of Holy Light.

She was like a powerful weapon. After spending three days restoring her and feeding her sixty purifications, she could obliterate a high-level devil. It was horrifying. Truly worthy of the name Battle Angel.

After a few days, the ground of the Sky Pit was transformed into farmland where luminous moss and food crops were planted.

Before tilling the farmland, Ange had started growing seedlings. Right after the farmland was ready, the seedlings had just sprouted. He then transplanted them, and the farmland took shape.

The Illumination Magic Array on the cliff was very useful. As per the Bronze Dragon’s instructions, a stabilizing circuit was added to the Array. If Ange infused it with magic power once, the Array could emit light steadily for eight hours.

That dumbfounded Aisike, because eight hours of illumination was already pretty enough for the crops. How much magic power could this save?

Under the combined effect of the luminous moss and the Illumination Magic Array, the crops in the farmland were thriving. They should be able to harvest grains in the near future.

Ange returned to his regular life, caring for the crops, watering them, infusing the Illumination Magic Array with magic power, purifying holy water, treating the wounds of the fighting Angel Skeleton, practicing the Scythe of Death. He led a regular and fulfilling life.

It wasn’t until a month later that Lisa, looking as fresh and tender as ever, brought a similarly tender visitor, Lan, to visit..