Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1611: 1172: Seeking the Time-Space Ancient Dragon

Chapter 1611: Chapter 1172: Seeking the Ti-Space Ancient Dragon

A ‘very normal’ ship was slowly pushed out of the Dinsional Space by Ange. It was a very normal ship: a sharp-bottod, wind-powered sailing vessel.

Why was it considered normal? Because ships like this were commonly seen sailing on the seas. In the Master Plane, Black Crow had over a thousand sailing ships under his command, of varying sizes and designs. The appearance of this sailing ship was highly similar to the largest three-masted ship owned by Black Crow.

However, a very normal sailing ship, when pushed out of Dinsional Space by Ange, beca very abnormal. Only a lunatic would design a space-traversing ship to look like a sailing vessel.

Moreover, this sailing ship was absolutely ‘huge.’ Not in terms of volu, but in its proportions. It was clearly not constructed with human dinsions in mind; it seed designed for a Titan Giant. Just its steering wheel alone stood dozens of ters tall.

Ange spent two hours fully pulling it out of Dinsional Space, turning it from illusory to real. In that final mont of transformation, the entire ship humd sharply and hovered mid-air.

“Seriously, this took so much effort? Just transferring it? It took the Second Order Muscle Dragon God two whole hours? Is this broken ship not even finished?” Negris questioned in confusion.

Although spatial transfer is indeed energy-intensive, it should not be difficult for Ange—certainly not enough to require the full efforts of the Second Order Muscle Dragon God for two hours to push the ship out. The energy consumption was utterly unreasonable.

With support from Little Ghost and Kram, Ange could steadily output energy over two hours. But could anyone else do the sa? Could the god who built this sailing vessel do it?

This made Negris highly skeptical: the vast amount of energy consud by Ange might not have been solely for transferring the sailing ship.

Ange nodded, confirming Negris’s speculation.

“It’s really unfinished? How much is built?” Negris asked in shock. Though it had guessed as much, being confronted with the truth still felt absurd.

Ridiculous—a half-built Divine’s Ship, picked up by Ange, and completed in two hours? No wonder it had taken so long. This Dead Skull is beyond absurd.

Ange gestured to indicate that approximately one-third of the ship had already been constructed. This ant that Ange had completed the remaining two-thirds within those two hours.

At this mont, they were already inside the Divine’s Ship. When its illusory form appeared, they instinctively followed Ange inside, leaving only Valu, who could not fly, outside.

As the Divine’s Ship gradually stabilized, a massive figure began to materialize, gazing blankly at its surroundings. It mumbled in confusion, “Huh? Didn’t the Boundary Migration Airship fail? How have I awakened?”

While mumbling, its gaze finally landed on Ange and the others below.

Clearly, this shadowy figure’s dinsions matched those of the ship. Standing at the steering wheel, its hand could effortlessly grip the handle, with its arm easily accommodating the wheel’s full range of motion.

“Was it you who awakened , little dwarves?” the figure said while slowly shrinking its body down to a normal human size.

“Little dwarves? Excuse ? What are you even talking about? Do you know how to speak properly?” Negris exclaid in anger.

“? I am the Airship Demon Spirit. Hello, Bloodline of the Jellyfish,” the shadow replied politely.

“Airship Demon Spirit? Bloodline of the Jellyfish?” Anthony imdiately caught onto key points, hurriedly pulling Negris aside and asking, “Who’s the Jellyfish? Why did you say it’s the Jellyfish’s Bloodline?”

The Airship Demon Spirit seed puzzled. “Its body carries the power of the Jellyfish; isn’t it the Jellyfish’s Bloodline?”

“You an this? We call it the Source of Water,” Anthony said, producing a small bottle of Source of Water.

“Oh, you call it the Source of Water? Close enough. Mother of Water, Source of Water—they’re the sa thing,” the Airship Demon Spirit explained.

“And you? Are you the Demon Spirit of this airship? Is it called the Boundary Migration Airship? Why did you say it failed?” Anthony inquired directly.

He didn’t bother with any questioning tactics, as he had already sensed the Airship Demon Spirit had sothing of a ‘truthful-answer-to-every-question’ chanism—a strangely rigid, chanical deanor similar to the Holy Spirits. For instance, when Negris had asked rudely, “What are you?”, it had still replied with “I am the Airship Demon Spirit,” showcasing an almost naive deanor.

The Airship Demon Spirit responded, “Because it wasn’t completed. Leonel only finished about a third before exhausting all his Divine Power and dying here. Following his last wish, I sealed him up and transford him into the ship bow statue, but since the bow wasn’t completed, it’s temporarily stored in the lower deck.”

“After I ran out of energy, I also fell into slumber. Without any intervention, this incomplete Boundary Migration Airship would’ve remained stranded at the edge of the Dinsion, decaying over ti. But now an anomaly has occurred. Not only have you awakened , but you’ve completed the airship. I can sense all its regions now.”

Negris and Anthony exchanged a stunned glance. Truly dead? Though it wasn’t exactly as they had speculated—that Leonel had perished from backlash caused by the Power of Ti and Space—the idea of soone dying from simply exhausting their Divine Power to build an airship was equally absurd.

Leaving a last wish to have himself made into a ship bow statue? Only to have the bow remain unbuilt, with nowhere to hang him? The whole affair sounded comically outrageous.

Confirming the Airship Demon Spirit genuinely answered every question, Anthony naturally began to ask a flood of inquiries. He quickly pieced together the details of its situation.

This Boundary Migration Airship was designed and constructed by a god nad Leonel, entirely through the Power of Ti and Space. Leonel had pre-drawn the blueprints so the ship could be materialized through the infusion of this power, resulting in a complete vessel.

As its na suggested, the airship was capable of traversing different spaces and dinsions, even gliding along the folds of space—a truly wondrous feat.

However, tragically, this miraculous airship consud all of Leonel’s Divine Power, and even then, it remained incomplete. In the middle of its construction, he succumbed to exhaustion. On his deathbed, he instructed the Airship Demon Spirit to transform his Divine Body into the ship bow statue, to be mounted on the airship once its construction was complete.

Yet everyone knew the likelihood of such completion was virtually zero. An incomplete, derelict airship stranded in the desolate Abyss Dinsion—its steering wheel the only visible part sticking out—would remain unnoticed by most passersby.

Even for those who recognized what it was, possessing the Power of Ti and Space to continue its construction was an impossibility. Thus, Leonel’s final wishes amounted to little more than a dying fantasy—a sentint even the Demon Spirit understood, as it never anticipated its own reawakening, let alone finding the airship completed.

This was why the Airship Demon Spirit was utterly shocked upon waking. Thankfully, it didn’t know that Ange had completed the airship in just two hours; otherwise, its reaction would’ve been unimaginable.

Leonel had used all his Divine Power to construct one-third of the airship; Ange, within two hours, managed to complete the remaining two-thirds. In other words, Leonel’s entire stock of Divine Power equaled about one hour of Ange’s output.

“Now everything is settled. With the airship completed, I can travel to the Boundless Space Hole to find the Ti-Space Ancient Dragon and fulfill Leonel’s final wish. Thank you all so much,” the Airship Demon Spirit said.