Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 987 - 987 557 Even Knight Novels Wouldnt Dare Write

Chapter 987: Chapter 557: Even Knight Novels Wouldn’t Dare Write Like This Chapter 987: Chapter 557: Even Knight Novels Wouldn’t Dare Write Like This Whenever the Temple of Redemption is ntioned, everyone present here will certainly think of that treasure trove. If there were another Goddess of Redemption in this world, her temple would also be a trove of treasures.

The main reason is that the value of redemption cannot be asured in money. Many who are redeed offer all they have, which includes countless priceless items.

If there weren’t a big swindler like silver coin to handle those items, the Temple of Redemption would inevitable beco a storehouse brimming with treasures.

Dozens of Giant Dragons struggled imnsely to adjust their direction, slowly pulling the Divine Wood Continent towards the direction where Gonia had disappeared.

Whereas Gonia had reached her destination in half a day, the Divine Wood Continent took a full two days and nights to arrive, where a giant ice sphere slowly ca into view in the distance.

The sa dragons that had struggled to change course two days ago now had to toil again to reduce the speed of the Divine Wood Continent, taking over two hours until it finally ca to a stop hundreds of kiloters away from the ice sphere.

A group of people rode directly on the backs of the Giant Dragons, flying towards the ice sphere.

“Why is this piece of ice so round?” Diyali asked, puzzled. The ice blocks they had encountered before were irregular in size and shape, but the ice sphere in front of them was as round as could be, not at all like sothing naturally ford.

Negris paused for a mont, then glanced at Durken.

Durken organized his thoughts and explained, “Because this block turned round before it froze. The others were already frozen before they beca round, or they shattered after freezing.”

Diyali exclaid, “Why?”

Durken scratched his head and had to look at Negris; he knew why it was spherical but putting it into words that others could understand was not his strong suit.

Negris explained, “Have you studied Water Magic? No? That’s alright. In any case, you know that the surface of a liquid has tension that causes it to naturally coalesce into a whole. In the weightlessness of the Void, this whole tends towards a spherical shape, ultimately reaching a state of equilibrium.”

“I speculate that when this plane shattered, due to the lack of gravity, water surged up to the area where the Temple of Redemption was located, enveloping it, forming a spherical water body, and then slowly freezing into what we see now,” Negris said.

There was no need to go into the details; as soon as Negris began to explain, Diyali’s eyes started to spin. As soon as Negris finished, she quickly changed the subject: “Haha, the roasted mutton we had two days ago was so delicious. Let’s do it again next ti, what do you say, Lord Nage?”

“Not a chance. Go back and copy what I said a thousand tis, or there will be no mutton for you,” Negris said angrily.

Upon reaching the ice sphere, which was thirty kiloters in diater, they soon saw Gonia bouncing and waving in the distance, surrounded by a faint glow.

From afar, Ange noticed sothing strange about the ice sphere. Before Diyali had even descended, he couldn’t wait to jump down and pick up a transparent ‘grass.’

But as soon as he picked it up, he was disappointed. This wasn’t ‘grass’ at all but rather grass-shaped ice crystals, lifeless formations of ice and snow.

“You didn’t think this was grass, did you? It’s freezing here, with no sunlight or air, how could grass possibly grow?” Negris said. “Though these ice crystals really do look like grass. I wonder how they ford.”

Ange, disappointed, kicked it a couple of tis, sweeping away the grass-like ice crystals, only to then see a pained human face trapped within the ice.

The face was frozen in an expression of agony, preserved in the ice and snow, until today, three thousand years later.

Gonia ran over excited and said, “My Lord, you threw with such accuracy, landing right on this ice sphere where the Temple of Redemption is beneath. Surely, there must be many people hiding inside.”

Ange nodded in agreent.

His gesture left Gonia confused on the spot. Except for Negris, the others found it difficult to understand what Ange’s movents ant. Sotis, even though he was nodding, the implied aning could be completely the opposite.

Negris quickly translated, “He ans: You’re right, it was a good throw.”

“Oh, right, right, the Lord is omnipotent, how could he possibly miss?” Gonia suddenly grasped the aning and imdiately began to absolve herself.

Negris rolled his eyes and turned to ask, “Have you been down there?”

“Ah? No, I didn’t dare. I was afraid of breaking people, so I thought to seek Tom’s help,” Gonia responded.

At once, Tom erged from the bottle cradled in Ange’s arms, trotting briskly. He started as a liquid figure, but as he ran, he froze into a little snowman.

He ran up to Gonia and looked up, asking, “What did you just call ?”

Gonia paused for a mont and hesitantly replied, “Lord Tom.”

“Aha—what do you need help with?” Tom the little figure asked, his arms akimbo and a proud look on his face.

He had never been called ‘Lord’ before. Even if soone did it politely once in a while, it wasn’t sincere; it was out of courtesy. Gonia was the first to earnestly call him ‘Lord,’ hee hee.

Gonia, who could not fathom the frustration in Tom’s heart from being constantly threatened with horse urine by his team, quickly said, “I was hoping Lord Tom could help create a passage to the temple.”

“Hmm, let ask first about this matter,” Tom was about to agree, but suddenly rembered he didn’t have the ability to purify himself and quickly turned to Ange.

Ange nodded, then plunged headfirst into the ice.

The ice below visibly turned to powder, clear transparent chunks breaking into bits and swiftly extending downward.

Suddenly, the entire ice sphere shook, a presence emanating from within.

“Not good, there’s sothing inside, what is it?” Negris said.

Gonia’s body jerked violently before she spat out a mouthful of blood, her life force rapidly draining away.

“No good, that thing inside the ice sphere injured the person inside, and the Life Chain has caused her harm,” Negris shouted.

Ange imdiately cast a beam of light onto Gonia—Guardian Barrier—while ceaselessly casting the Purify Face Technique on her.

Boom! The ice sphere shook again, Gonia spewing out another mouthful of blood with force.

The Purify Face Technique was effective, but the Guardian Barrier was not; the creature within the ice sphere was attacking those people’s bodies, ultimately affecting Gonia.

This was the first kind of damage Ange had seen that even the Guardian Barrier couldn’t stop, which angered him a little, and he called out with his soul, “Tom!”

“Coming… coming!” Tom hastily responded, his voice trembling. Before long, bang! A ten-ter ice block was blasted out with a loud noise.

Negris recognized it at a glance: “A Water Elent? Well, indeed, this ice sphere has been forming for three thousand years; it could nurture a Water Elent. But Tom, can’t you handle a single Water Elent?”

“You’re talking nonsense, I was just focusing on clearing the path, I got caught off guard for a mont when it ambushed , and now haven’t I knocked it out? But this isn’t any ordinary Water Elent, its Elental Core is strange,” Tom explained, erging from the ice.

Rumbling, the whole ice sphere trembled, and around the ten-ter ice block that was blasted out, a great amount of ice, as if alive, stretched over it, wrapping around and increasingly bloating its size.

“Not good, it’s absorbing the elental power of the entire ice sphere. If the sphere shatters, those frozen bodies inside will crunch into pieces,” Durken said urgently.

Everyone imdiately pictured the fruit jams in a crushed ice beverage, their faces turning pale, and Gonia spat out yet another large mouthful of blood.

Ange took a step forward, scales erging on his body as he transford into the Dragon God, and shot forward.

In an instant, he was in front of the Water Elent, his hands pressing onto its body, the entire world seeming to freeze.

One magic spell after another took shape in front of Ange, then solidified, and soon a dense array of dots appeared in front of him.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, sixty seconds…

Negris, also immobilized, impatiently asked with his soul, “How much longer are you going to gather strength?”

The space instantly unfroze, and Ange’s accumulated spells all sprayed onto the Water Elent at once.

The ice block burst, and the vast majority of ‘ice’ disappeared, leaving only an Elental Core.

Negris spat out a mouthful of blood: “Elental Dispersion? You gathered energy for so long, and it’s all Elental Dispersion?”

He had thought Ange was preparing a major move, but it turned out to be Elental Dispersion—yet on second thought, it was indeed the perfect move for a Water Elent.

However, the remaining Elental Core was sowhat strange, adorned with a divine symbol. Could it be that this was a sacred Water Elent with an owner?

The Core montarily froze, then quickly realized the situation and plunged toward the ground, knowing that as long as it touched the ice sphere, it could recover no matter how much elent was dispersed, unless the whole ice sphere was dispelled.

But with a thud, the Core solidly hit the hard floor. After climbing up, holding its head, it discovered that the layer of ice had vanished, replaced by a grid of hard surfaces—the floor of the Divine Realm.

The Core, realizing it could neither burrow into the ground nor absorb elents, began to roll away frantically.

But as it rolled and rolled, it soon hit a dead end. Ange could freely expand or contract the entrance and adjust its position; He simply blocked the exit, trapping the Core.

Of course, he couldn’t close it off completely, for then no conscious being could survive; Ange didn’t want to kill the Water Elent just yet because it was the first ti he’d seen an Elental Creature with divine symbols.

Seeing no escape, the divine symbol on the Elental Core slowly lit up, then dimd, and soon brightened again, cycling over and over as if summoning sothing.

Ange suddenly paused, sensing for a mont before turning around with an odd tone, “It’s calling for redemption, I heard it.”

“Pfft—It’s calling for redemption, but redemption is your subordinate god, so you heard it, is that it? Kvada, have you fought with soone only to discover that they’re a subordinate of your own subordinate? Not even a knight novel would dare to write this,” Negris teased.