Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 681: Chapter 378 Can He Digest That? _1

Just when everyone thought Ange would recklessly rush out to seek arbitration and slaughter, the fire on Ange’s body gradually faded and hardened into his own Soul Armor of straw.

Then he ran to Lightning, pulling out a sack full of Elf Beans, then pulled out a Black Crystal Fragment, “Help me.”

The cat flew into the sack at once, holding it tightly in its paws, and stuck its head into it.

With a sigh of ecstasy, the cat raised its head, took the Black Crystal Fragment in its mouth, and began to thump it against its chest.

With each thump, its body began to swell. The first thump came with a ‘plop’, the second with a ‘bang’, and the third, a series of booming sounds…

Returning to its mighty fifty-meter nature, each thump was deafening to those around.

“Kvada, this dead cat, I knew it was faking its injury all along,” Negris said angrily.

“Wasn’t the Black Crystal what it exchanged with you before? Why is it so happy to take it back? What have you done to the Black Crystal Fragment? Cat, let me see the Black Crystal.”

The cat stuck out its big tongue and spat out the Black Crystal, which floated in front of Negris.

At the same time, its giant paw moved above Negris’s head, ready to secure the Black Crystal, as if afraid it would be snatched away.

If this giant paw pressed down, wouldn’t it flatten him? On second thought, Negris gave up the idea of teasing the cat and stared seriously at the Black Crystal.

The formerly ordinary Black Crystal Fragment was now polished and sparkling with specks of light. These lights weren’t reflections of external light, but emitted from the Black Crystal itself.

Negris couldn’t find the right words. If he had to describe it, he would say the Black Crystal had “come to life”. “What did you do to it?”

Ange tilted his head in thought for a moment before finding the right words. “Wore it.”

“Just wore it? Didn’t do anything else? What did you use?” Negris asked.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the cat’s giant paw flicked Negris away, dozens of meters distant. Then, with a hard slurp, it sucked the Black Crystal Fragment into its mouth.

Clearly, Negris’s words had alarmed the cat, which feared Ange would take back the Black Crystal Fragment. In a rush, it began to pat its chest.

Barely escaping being flattened by the paw, Negris shouted in anger, “Wait and see, I’ll take all your Elf Beans.”

The cat squinted at Negris, licked the sack with its giant tongue, and a whole sack of Elf Beans floated up and slowly into its fur, as if to say: look how many I have.

Negris was so angry he wanted to hit someone: “This dead cat has been spoiled by Lightning. I can’t beat you, can I beat up Lightning? Purple Corpse, come and help me whip Lightning. I’ll teach you the skill of Thunder Spear later.”

Boom, boom, boom, a team of Titans rumbled over like tanks and pulled Lightning aside.

Lightning chewed on some beet, a bewildered expression on its face: What does this have to do with me?

After all the commotion, Negris flew back to Ange and asked again: “Why did you give the Black Crystal back to it? It could be a fragment that fell from the Undead King. It’s our clue to find His Majesty…”

Before Negris could finish his sentence, a powerful force suddenly burst forth from Ange, compelling Brooks and Feiti to look over.

The force eventually flowed into Ange’s right hand, and the amalgam Hand of Locke extended from the fingers to the elbow, fully transforming into Black Crystal that sparkled with specks of light.

Negris gasped, stunned: “Chaotic transformation? Can you transform into a Black Crystal Body? Was the ‘wearing it’ you mentioned just now referring to always carrying it around, to increase affinity?”

Ange shook his head, raising his arm: “Hand.”

“Only the hand can transform? How long does it last?” Negris asked, somewhat disappointed yet also relieved.

Disappointed because the entire body couldn’t transform into a Black Crystal Body. If it could, who cares about the God of Arbitration, it could explode on the spot.

Relieved because if Ange could do it, it would be too abnormal and unfair. Was he really the farming skeleton they knew?

Had he been hiding his power all along? Or was he an incarnation of the king himself, playing everyone for a fool?

Fortunately, Ange was still that silly skeleton, just a little abnormal. Kvada, he had even transformed into a Black Crystal Hand.

But having transformed into a Black Crystal Hand, how long could it last? And what could it do?

With that thought, the Black Crystal quickly retracted from Ange’s hand, revealing a purple-gold skeleton.

“Ten seconds,” Durken suddenly said.

“It can only last for ten seconds? How long until it can be used again?” Negris asked.

In the beginning, Ange could only transform into a dragon once a day, roughly every forty hours or so, just to use Locke’s transformation once. This meant that Locke’s transformation consumed more power than the Dragon God Transformation and lasted less time.

With increased proficiency in the skills, Ange can now transform into the Dragon God once every several hours, with the duration extended to thirty seconds.

According to this calculation, to transform even a hand into Black Crystal, the power consumption would be three times the Dragon God Transformation?

“The duration is too short. What can you do in ten seconds?” Negris said disappointed.

This dragon had too high expectations. Didn’t it realize that when Ange first learned Locke’s transformation, it didn’t even last nine seconds?

Ange can’t be bothered, and ‘growls’ at the big cat.

The big cat nods its head, and as Ange crawls into its fur, he is embarrassingly thrown back not long after, a woman’s silk underwear on his head.

Heads swarm around him, gossip burning in their eyes: “Women’s underwear? Where have you been?”

Ange tilts his head, not understanding why everyone is so excited, and truthfully replies: “Stellaris, taking a bath.”

“Ah, this reaction isn’t fun at all.” Brooks remarks in regret.

“Absolutely.” Lisa emphatically agrees.

Ange is confused…

Not long after, Hiludi crawls out of the fur with wet hair and draped in a bathrobe, apologizing repeatedly:

“I’m so sorry, Lord Ange, you startled me. I was taking a bath, and I overreacted, I’m so sorry.”

“So Ange went to look for you, why did you overreact?” Lisa hastened over to help her fix her hair while asking.

“I sliced two Dimensional Sickles, the big cat somehow managed to avoid triggering the academy’s spatial ban, and suddenly popped out of my bathroom, even crushing the wall. I thought it was an enemy and attacked reflexively, thank God Lord Ange wasn’t hurt.” Hiludi said with lingering fear.

She knew the power of a Dimensional Sickle too well; this type of space power theoretically could not be sustained by anything. No matter how solid a material was, once space cracked, it would crack too.

Ange gave a shake of his head to assure her he was fine. As Hiludi began to relax, she saw the big cat extend a paw clutching a clump of fur to her.

Looking back, she saw the wronged expression on the big cat – apparently, the Dimensional Sickle hadn’t hit Ange, but had hit the cat instead.

“I’m so sorry, big cat, I’ll compensate you with Elf Beans.” Hiludi apologizes in a fluster, finally appeasing the big cat.

Ange pulled out a Star Realm Gemstone, a bit of light shimmering inside: “Help me.”

Hiludi took a look at it and her eyes widened instantly: “Dimensional Space? How big?”

“Six hundred cubic meters,” said Ange.

Hearing this number, the big cat stuck its head over. The most valuable compensation it received when Ange and the others rescued it was the few hundred cubic meters of dimensional space it had stored.

They initially thought Ange and the others saved it just for the dimensional space. But when they saw the dimensional space inside the Temple of Rest, they realized their mistake. Their dimensional space was calculated in kilometers.

Although Ange doesn’t value the few hundred cubic meters of dimensional space, Hiludi certainly does, hugging it as if she didn’t want to let go.

Theoretically, all storage spaces are dimensional spaces, but those that are only one or two cubic meters can’t be considered such because they can’t even fit a bed.

If you have a few hundred cubic meters of dimensional space, the stability and functionality of the entire space can be greatly enhanced. You can even keep living creatures inside.

A few hundred cubic feet of air could sustain a normal creature for a day or two. All you would need to do is replace the air once a day.

It would take Hiludi a lifetime of cultivation to access such a large dimension. Only dimensional creatures like Dimensional Beasts could accumulate it bit by bit over time. But it would take a long time to accumulate six hundred cubic meters of space.

Hiludi pats her chest and says, “Lord, command me how you wish, any way you want.”

Ange turns to Feiti, pulls out a box of Soul Crystals: “Help me.”

Everyone finally understands what Ange is doing: he’s looking for helpers.

Feiti hesitates, glances at Ange, looks around at everyone, and finally fixes his gaze on Ange’s right hand.

Sighing, Feiti says, “You possess the Black Crystal Hand, please allow me to pledge my loyalty to you, Undying King.”

As he speaks, he kneels on one knee, loyally, with the Fire of Oath emanating from him.

Regardless of Negris, Durken, or Anthony, they all felt slightly relieved.

Although Feiti behaves like a harmless and obedient child, always raising his hand before speaking, in reality, he doesn’t belong to the same group as Ange and is not subject to any binding restriction.

Moreover, Feiti is a Lord of Mourning. His strength might not be as formidable as Locke transformed, but Locke can only maintain his transformation for a mere ten seconds.

If they can’t beat Feiti in an instant, all of them combined are no match for the Lord of Mourning.

That’s why, even when facing the God of Arbitration at the most critical moment, no one ever suggested summoning Feiti’s true form.

To their surprise, at this moment, Feiti offers his oath willingly. Although it’s just a pledge of loyalty, this is the loyalty of the Lord of Mourning.

Seeing Ange absorb the Fire of Oath, Anthony suddenly suggests: “Since Lord Feiti is willing to help, should we consider inviting Lord Harvey and the Great Sage back?”

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat. They thought, two Lords of Mourning to serve the God of Arbitration? Can he handle it?

That’s too ruthless, isn’t it? It’s just a field on fire, and it’s not even your field…