Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1255 - 1255 818 Chaos in the Shelter

Chapter 1255: Chapter 818: Chaos in the Shelter Chapter 1255: Chapter 818: Chaos in the Shelter Awuli manifested as a slender, pure white, elegantly-maned, and very beautiful unicorn, but as soon as it spoke, its silly tone completely ruined its image.

The God of Life propped itself up from Ange’s shoulder and leisurely said, “It’s not your space, it’s the Father’s space.”

“Ah?”

Anthony imdiately stood up, smiling as he said, “Your Excellency Awuli, from a legal standpoint, direct descendants have the priority right of inheritance. The God of Life is the direct descendant of the God of Tree, and Little Sapling is the direct descendant of the God of Life. They all have the priority right to inherit from the Father.”

“You are the guardian spirit of the space, which legally is considered property, with no inheritance rights. Hence, the Consciousness Space is not yours, it belongs to the God of Life.”

How could it out-argue Anthony, the Old God Stick? A bit bewildered, it stood there not knowing what to do.

Ange didn’t pay much attention to it and prepared to cram everyone into the space, then find a place rich in Chaos Mist to devour.

Seeing that they were about to leave, Awuli panicked, quickly flew in front of them, and said, “You can’t go, give back the space, or I’ll beat you up.”

Anthony imdiately laughed, rolled up his sleeves, and a majestic, multicolored Consciousness Body appeared on his body as he authoritatively said, “Really? Do you really want to beat us up? You’ve manifested now, you can’t revert, might as well fight to the death.”

“Roar!” Little Angel excitedly shouted, also rolling up its sleeves, with a multicolored Giant Angel appearing above it.

Little Zombie also made the gesture of rolling up its sleeves, although it typically wore Soul Armor and had no sleeves.

Awuli’s unicorn horn itched as it brewed Consciousness Lightning, but it didn’t dare to release it because it noticed that although Ange hadn’t rolled up his sleeves, his gaze was locked on it.

In the Consciousness Space, it had already been traumatized by Ange, and after hesitating for a while, it dared not strike.

Moreover, it realized, had it been tricked? After manifestation, it no longer had the toughness of a Consciousness Body that won’t break no matter how much it’s hit. Could it be that the others had agreed to help it manifest in order to seize its Consciousness Space?

It was cowed but not willing to let its space be taken away, angrily saying, “Are you guys reasonable at all? That’s my space, I am the guardian spirit of the Consciousness Space, the space is mine.”

Anthony’s face showed a kind and friendly smile as he pulled out a thick book, “Reasonable? Of course we’re reasonable. According to the Civil Code Article 1127, first-order statutory heirs: spouse, children, parents. See, you’re a guardian spirit, not in the first order.”

Anthony’s finger forcefully tapped the book page, making Awuli involuntarily lean in to look.

“See?” Anthony asked. “Are we reasonable?”

Awuli shook its head, “I can’t read your writing, I don’t understand. Anyway, you are not being reasonable, it’s only your reason, I don’t accept your reason.”

“So we’re talking about using force?” Anthony started rolling up his sleeves again.

Awuli’s face twisted in frustration, unable to win in a fight or argunt, it simply acted stubborn and blocked their way.

It must be said, this was the most correct approach. Although it was sowhat silly, it was precisely because of this that everyone felt bad about potentially killing it. In the end, with no other choice, Ange grabbed its horn and stuffed it into the space. After all, it was also considered a treasure, so they might as well snatch it all.

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Thus, over a dozen days passed, and in the Dinsional Space, having beco familiar with the environnt, Awuli wandered everywhere. Where it saw a lack of Little Grass by the lake, it would stomp its hoof, causing an area of multicolored Little Grass to appear.

After it road further away, the grass made from light crumbled away, and the lakeside returned to its original desolate state. After so ti, so Little Grass would stubbornly grow there.

If the Little Grass could withstand the harsh environnt, it would thrive and propagate; if not, it would decompose into organic matter, essentially scattering the seeds of life.

Just like that, Awuli played to its heart’s content, no longer ntioning the matter of the Consciousness Space. After all, this place was far more interesting than a space filled entirely with Consciousness Bodies, and the fundantal reason for its contentnt was that it couldn’t out-reason Anthony or out-fight Ange.

After observing for these days, Anthony finally confird sothing, “It really might be the Guardian Spirit of the Consciousness Space; it truly can create ‘consciousness.'”

“It’s not exactly creating consciousness; it’s more like scattering the seeds of consciousness. Whether they can grow seems out of its control,” Negris comnted.

“The Lord can do it; just manifest it on the spot,” Anthony added.

However, Ange showed no interest in Awuli’s manifested Little Flowers and Little Grass. Instead, it was busy directing things with a Unicorn horn in hand.

At this mont, Ange was no longer a lone bone of a hand, but a multicolored Consciousness Body. Obviously, it had learned this ability to reverse-present a Consciousness Body from Awuli and no longer needed to consu the fruits of consciousness.

The Consciousness Body, wielding a physical Unicorn horn, swung it around, scattering large swaths of gravel. It was several tis more efficient than before.

With continuous help from the Chaos Mist and the enhancent of the Unicorn horn, Ange finally filled the entire space, reaching a diater of over a thousand kiloters, presenting an irregular oval shape.

Ange divided the space into two parts. The first part was the original area where many houses had been built, and this was generally where Ange settled people.

The second part was the newly created desert, covering over nine hundred kiloters in diater, separated from the first part by a trench that spanned a dozen kiloters. Unless one could fly, it was impossible to traverse from the farms to the desert.

And around the periphery of these two parts was the edge of the space, a void, exactly like the Resting Camp once was.

Unable to hold back, Negris scoffed, “Treat it as a storage space; this place is bigger than any other. Not even the Resting Camp can compare. But, Ange, you seem to be preparing to create a new world. This is still too small; you might as well go play in any random Plane.”

It was as if Ange was building a new world out of nothing. What was the point? Even the Divine Wood Continent had a diater of more than five hundred kiloters. Why bother going through such hardship here? Couldn’t it just find a Plane in the Chaos Plane?

Ange shook its head and went to the edge of the space, planting the Void Law Stele of the Consciousness Space into the ground.

The entire space imdiately trembled gently, settling down only after several seconds, as if sothing had changed, yet it appeared as if nothing had changed.

“What did you do? Did you overlay the Consciousness Space on top of this one? Multiple layering? Aren’t you worried about the imbalance collapsing the space?” Negris took a while to understand what had happened.

Shaking its head, Ange revealed the Ring of Balance on its back and said, “Not to worry, I’ve asured it.”

“Pfft—” Negris was speechless. Could the Ring of Balance actually be used as a tool to asure spatial balance?

Just at that mont, Anthony suddenly looked concerned, tilting his ear as if listening to sothing before urgently saying, “Lord, we’d better return to the shelter for a bit; there’s chaos there.”

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