Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1359 - 1359 920 Lamp The Fingertips Have Sprouted

Chapter 1359: Chapter 920: Lamp! The Fingertips Have Sprouted Chapter 1359: Chapter 920: Lamp! The Fingertips Have Sprouted Seeing Ange’s disappointnt, the Monarch quietly moved a bit farther away. It’s indeed a bit inappropriate to collect the breath of death in his presence when he shares a symbiotic relationship with two Trees of Life.

Ange was downhearted, but the Monarch had hit the jackpot. There weren’t many large creatures in the forest, and intelligent ones were even scarcer, but the sheer number of snakes, bugs, rodents, and ants was tens of thousands tis that of the intelligent creatures. After the wildfire swept through, almost all of them perished.

Along with the ashes that drifted over, a large amount of death essence also ca. The Monarch was sorely in need of this stuff.

After it was sent over, he had been able to refine a Mourning Skeleton, but before he had the chance to restore his soul energy, he got captured and had his soul energy drained for so long using a Soul Charger; the Monarch felt his soul had lost at least five rings of strength.

The death essence was scarce around the farm; simply maintaining strength was already quite an achievent. He didn’t even have the energy to refine his new skeleton any further. Therefore, his current skeleton was very fragile, only as strong as a Gray Bone.

A Gray Bone could still undergo Armorization, and no matter how diminished his soul was, it was still at the level of Mourning. With sufficient soul energy, the Monarch could quickly return to his peak Mourning level.

However, to upgrade to a Chaos Black Crystal, ample soul energy wasn’t enough; a vast Soul Network was also needed, which was a more troubleso matter.

To initiate an Undead Calamity here seed quite unrealistic, since most creatures here had Origin Power, but the Undead did not. Even Skeleton Zombies were no match for ordinary people; there would be no calamity.

Therefore, the forest wildfire was a rare opportunity to produce massive amounts of soul energy. Once this opportunity passed, there might not be another chance.

As he absorbed more, the Monarch started to feel a bit saturated, but he discovered that the death essence was noticeably diminishing.

“Hm? Has the wildfire stopped?” The Monarch walked back a bit puzzled and imdiately found another source absorbing it all. Most of the death essence was being drawn away. Focusing his gaze, wasn’t that Ange?

The Monarch approached and asked in puzzlent, “Are you applying the secrets of the Abyss to death essence? So many lives in the forest are being burned, doesn’t it sadden you?”

Ange nodded, “Sad, yes.”

“And yet you absorb it so joyously. All this death essence is from creatures that died in the forest,” the Monarch ntioned.

Ange replied, “This is natural selection. To not collect it would be wasteful.”

The Monarch was stunned for a mont before he exclaid, “The lazy old tree mutters this excuse all the ti. Now hearing you say it, it feels like a universal justification. Could it be that the old tree ca up with this excuse just to laze around or when it couldn’t overco certain beings?”

Ange paused, considering for a mont before nodding, “Possible. The old tree says, can’t overco natural disasters.”

“I knew it. It might seem like the old tree is formidable, but against widespread elental disasters like the Foehn Wind, it surely can’t hold up. Once it ignites the corners of the forest, the Elves will cry and pester it, it’ll definitely use this excuse,” the Monarch said.

As the two scooped up the death essence, they gossiped about the old tree in a rather sporadic way, mostly it was the Monarch talking. Compared to Ange, even the usually dignified Monarch seed like a chatterbox, “Don’t be so quick to grab it all, leave so for , you don’t need that much soul energy.”

“You said, strength, I use it better than you,” Ange replied.

“Ah, that was several chapters ago, I don’t rember that now…” the Monarch quickly denied.

Just then, Ange and the Monarch simultaneously looked in another direction and stopped channeling the death essence. The Monarch went so far as to fan his hands and disperse the accumulated death essence.

Despite the ambience of ashes in the air, the essence of death was not conspicuous, but the approaching person’s energy was too strong; it was better to be cautious.

In the direction of Foehn Wind Town, a Mage wearing a robe hovered in the air, with hands dangling by his sides, palms facing forward, and slowly glided towards the wildfire. His posture resembled soone in a swimming pool pushing the water forward to move.

Behind him lay dense water vapor, and roiling dark clouds veiled the sky. With his arrival, half of the sky darkened.

That half of the sky darkened; the other half already blackened by a vast amount of ash from the wildfire. Thus, the entire sky seed to turn dark. Centering around Foehn Wind Town, extending to the horizon, all fell into darkness, save for the raging wildfire burning there.

To contain the wildfire, there are two key points: one is creating a firebreak, but this isn’t the most critical asure, because the area affected by the wildfire is too vast. A firebreak can at most prevent the fire from spreading easily, but after burning for an extended period, the spread of dryness and rising temperatures make it easy for even untouched areas to ignite.

Therefore, the second point is the key—moist water vapor. Now, the one bringing the water vapor has arrived.

“Not bad. This kind of arcane magic is perford solely by you, far stronger than those Truth Mages under your command,” the Monarch comnted.

Ange shook his head, “External power, Chaos Stones, Ais uses them too.”

“Are you saying he used Chaos Stones? Is Ais that Elf from the Forbidden Magic Domain? She can do the sa with Chaos Stones?” the Monarch asked.

Ange nodded.

The Monarch’s tone beca a bit more cautious, “And there’s another, Tyrone, right? That Tyrone sothing, can he do it with Chaos Stones?”

“Tyrone, insufficient… thickness? The Dragon King can,” Ange hesitantly responded.

This was the second ti he used the word ‘thick’ to describe a certain attribute. Because of her race and lifespan, Aestolia’s magic power, spiritual power, and elental affinity were all much ‘thicker’ than Tyrone’s; the Dragon Clan’s Brooks could also achieve it.

“Thick? Elves are thick, dragons are thick, humans are not thick, but now the humans here have also beco ‘thick.’ Is it because of the Chaos Stones? That’s troubleso. In the future, when assessing an enemy’s strength, we not only need to consider their inherent power but also account for external powers like Chaos Stones?” the Monarch muttered.

The Monarch had actually noticed earlier that this world didn’t differ greatly from the Master Plane, whether in species or power systems. The biggest difference lay in energy level.

Nearly every human possessed Origin Power, along with Magic Crystals, and the even more energy-dense Chaos Stones. Different energy levels created many subtle distinctions.

Like their thod of teleportation—they didn’t use Teleportation Arrays, but rather direct Space Gates; while more convenient, they also used up more energy.

Yet, mages in this world could conjure them out of thin air, just as one would with a Teleportation Array, even if they were not specialized in space magic.

On the Master Plane, however, Space Gates were high-level magic that only Elves, Space Magic Instructors, or geniuses like Hiludi in the space realm could cast.

And the large-scale usage of Chaos Stones and Magic Crystals also ant a proliferation of chanical Constructs in this world. There were even models designed for Planting Trees and logging, creating a closed loop of use.

If the creatures here could use ‘artifacts’ like Magic Crystal Chaos Stones and chanical Constructs to enhance their strength, then in future battles, it wouldn’t be enough to just evaluate an opponent’s inherent strength—one would also have to factor in these external items.

Right, in the battle when he was captured, those adventurers seed to have drunk ‘liquor’ in advance, then charged over shouting ‘La.’ After the fight, their strength seed to decrease notably, he had thought it was due to fatigue, but now it seems those liquors might also be so kind of ‘artifact.’

While the Monarch was lost in his thoughts, the water vapor in the sky finally drifted above the volcano, turning into a light rain that sprinkled down upon the earth.

The wildfire was extinguished; the forest beca moist. A layer of ash and char nourished the soil.

The forest, after a wildfire, is when it’s most fertile. Ange cocked his head in puzzlent, lifting his finger.

His chanical Construct body was primarily made of wood, including the joints of his fingers, which ant they wore down easily. Now, he focused his attention on his wooden finger.

Light! His fingertip sprouted.