Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1326 - 1326 887 I Can Fulfill All Your Wishes

Chapter 1326: Chapter 887: I Can Fulfill All Your Wishes Chapter 1326: Chapter 887: I Can Fulfill All Your Wishes To search for “Order” in an unknown dinsion, the best thod is belief. As long as there are creatures sincerely praying to it, its gaze can pierce through the barriers of dinsions and land upon the devotees.

However, Ange, who is the God of Balance, God of Farming, Goddess of Beauty… all in one, how could he possibly leave such belief loopholes in the dinsional space? Even the Sun that the Ancient Godlight originally represented had been replaced by Ange.

Thus, the Ancient Godlight searched for several months. With the rate being a thousand one hundred and eight tis faster, six hundred years had already passed in the dinsional space when it felt so abnormal fluctuations of faith in this instant—a divine hair?

Never mind what hair it was, Ancient Godlight could not wait to project itself there. It had been searching for months for a belief loophole, even if it was a trap, it would jump right in.

Then…

Witnessing a small red figure suddenly materializing and howling in an extrely slow motion, “Found… you… offer… everything… to… …”

It took over ten minutes just to finish that sentence. It was quite funny. And even if funny was fine, the ssage was so stretched out that it was nearly incomprehensible. The Two-legged Bird’s head radiated a confused emotion, glancing at Little Bone with a ‘what is it saying’ bewildernt.

Little Bone was also sowhat baffled, shaking its head.

Therefore, a skeleton, a skull, together with a nest of Divine Caven, squatted in a circle around this small red figure, watching.

The small red figure did not feel comic at all. After speaking its dignified sentence, its intent swept over Little Bone and the Caven. It first scanned over the Caven, and its weak soul made it scoff: “Useless.”

“Useless, useless, useless… You’re the one, offer everything.” The small red figure’s intent finally landed on Little Bone, and it imdiately perked up, striding towards Little Bone in slow motion.

It might have thought it was moving quickly, but to Little Bone and the others, it was like speed slowed down by a factor of a thousand eight hundred. Dozens of seconds later, the small red figure finally pounced in front of Little Bone, only to be picked up by Little Bone who swatted it with a bone club.

Fizz, the small red figure was imprinted onto the bone club, turning into an Imprint. In an instant, the bone club was filled with powerful energy, lighting up and radiating a scorching red glow.

“I… hate… your… guts…” mumbled the small red figure, thoroughly confused by this sudden turn of events, inadvertently blurting out a curse. But as it cursed, Little Bone had already thrown it to the ground.

Heat dispersed all around, and one of the Divine Caven cautiously extended a fingertip, poking at the bone club. Then, clutching the scalded fingertip, which had blistered, they excitedly started shouting.

The rest of the Caven were excited too, quickly moving stones to build a hearth, setting a pot over the fire to boil at soup. In no ti, every Caveman was holding a crude wooden bowl, sipping the steaming hot soup.

The Caveman with the blistered fingertip received the second-most aty bowl. The bowl with the most at was presented to Little Bone: “Divine hair! Soup! Drink!”

Little Bone shook its head; it didn’t eat things, as they would leak out.

The Caven beca even more delighted, taking the at and distributing the soup amongst themselves.

Taking the bone club, Little Bone noted these Caven actually used it to boil soup, effectively extinguishing the bone club’s heat. The heat and red glow had vanished, leaving only a deep Imprint.

Little Bone patted the club; no reaction, so for now, it simply carried it in hand.

The Two-legged Bird skull let out a disgruntled howl: “Argh, mine—”

Little Bone tapped its head with the bone club, and it quickly corrected itself: “Argh, yours—”

Under the communication between the bone stick and the soul, Little Bone roughly understood what was the deal with the soul inside this skull—it was the sorrowful tale of a soul that had birthed intelligence within a skull, yet it was too fragile to rise, surrounded by the stupid caven who couldn’t hear its anguished wails and ultimately endured a long, solitary confinent.

After it had finished recounting its story, dawn was breaking, and a ray of sunlight reached the entrance of the cave.

Little Bone was tugging it out by its nostrils, reaching out to the other bones, beckoning them. A pollination spell lifted those bones, moving them all out of the cave to bask in the sunlight.

In the most standard pose, Little Bone knelt in the direction where the sunlight shone, cradling the skull of the Big Bird, and then bowed deeply and rigidly.

Thud! The skull of the Big Bird struck the earth, making a dull sound, and at the sa ti, Little Bone devotedly sent out a prayer, “Aooo—”

Big Bird, not understanding what was going on, also let out a howl, “Aooo!”

So supre being cast its gaze upon them, and in an instant, Big Bird felt a surge of energy, its spirit uplifted, its body infused with strength.

Although it had previously only been conscious of its skull, at that mont it beca aware of the bones around it and unconsciously began to move them.

Everyone can feel their toes; if they can’t, it ans they are paralyzed—it’s the most basic instinct. When it made its move, the scattered bones around it ca together like they were being guided by invisible hands, clacking into the skeletal form of a Two-legged Bird.

The sensation of suddenly having limbs and the freedom to move them was indescribable, akin to a paralyzed patient learning to walk again. The skeletal Big Bird excitedly cried, “Aooo— Aooo— Aooo—”, charging toward Little Bone.

It was probably trying to express gratitude, but for the three-ter tall Big Bird, this type of gratitude was too much for many to handle. Little Bone held down its skull with one hand, pointing toward the rising sun on the horizon and said, “King, strength.”

Big Bird looked puzzled for a mont before understanding the implication and hastily began bowing to the Sun.

The Divine Caven hurried out and followed suit, bowing to the Sun. From then on, these forr followers of the Evil God finally returned to the right path, beginning to worship the Sun God.

Little Bone, carrying the bone stick, led Big Bird towards Sand Creek Town.

Only after the Big Bird skeleton had assembled did Little Bone realize that the bone stick was actually the left fibula of the Big Bird. Missing a fibula, the Big Bird walked with a limp.

But it had never walked properly before, this was its first walk on two legs, and the first ti is always morable, naturally assuming this to be ‘normal.’

Even if it wasn’t normal, it didn’t dare ask Little Bone for the fibula back, and Little Bone didn’t plan on returning it either.

The residents of Sand Creek Town were shocked to see Little Bone bring back a Big Bird, but after Pharmacist Ariola explained, they accepted it readily. They had no choice but to accept, for Ariola said, “That’s one I excavated with Little Skeleton. Quit your fussing, or else I’ll stop selling you dicine.”

Damn it, having a pharmacist in town was like having a lifesaver—a pharmacist refusing to sell dicine was tantamount to a death sentence. Who would dare not accept?

However, perhaps because the Big Bird was too terrifying, no one ca to hire it for the entire day, but Little Bone didn’t mind and continued to gather saplings.

As night fell and the Sun had just dipped below the horizon, Big Bird collapsed, its head falling to the ground and rolling around, its jaws opening and closing weakly.

Now, it truly understood the aning of Little Bone’s words, “King, strength.” It realized that all its power had co from the “King,” and as the “King” set, it fell apart.

Not long after the sunset, the bone stick began to glow again; the Imprint on it slowly pulsated. Just as Little Bone was about to build a stove and learn to cook sothing like the Divine Caven, it noticed that the bone stick was only emitting a faint red light and was not hot. Instead, a ssage was being transmitted, “Offer your belief, and I can fulfill all your wishes.”