Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 303: Chapter 196 Plantman Sprouts_1

Ange dripped the Holy Essence Liquid onto the baby’s severed leg, continuously casting Holy Light as the leg slowly started to grow back bit by bit.

Lisa held the baby with a pained expression: “Oh dear, who could do this? A wolf’s bite? Damned wolf, wait for Auntie to find some wolf skin to make you clothes. Who took you to the wolf’s den? You’re only three months old, how ruthless! Her father? Where’s her father? I’ll break his leg. What? The wolf killed him?”

Negris curiously circled the crystal monument, voicing his uncertainty: “Could this be the legendary Angel Descending Monument?”

Luther leaned in to ask: “Like a Holy Spirit Possession, like Shamara’s?”

“Yes, devout magicians can summon angels to descend upon them, their strength surges dramatically, it’s quite troublesome. This kind of surge is unpredictable. Some typically weak individuals, with the descent of an angel, can rip apart a Minotaur. It’s hard to estimate the enemy’s strength, so when battling with a magician of the Church of Light, one must unleash all their power.”

After a moment’s pause, Negris added: “However, the Holy Spirit Angel that Shamara is possessed by, she created it herself.”

“She created it? She made a Holy Spirit Angel? Is she that powerful?” Luther’s eyes nearly bulged out in shock.

“Otherwise, how could she be a Fallen Angel and a fake God,” Negris retorted.

Luther exclaimed, shocked: “I thought she was weak because she acted so obediently in front of Lord Nage, I was thinking of challenging her before. Who would’ve thought she was so powerful? Right, I just broke through to becoming a High-level Sword Saint, my realm is unstable, I need practice and testing, Lord Nage, please help me find a same-level opponent.”

Negris scoffed: “Wait until Ange beats you up, then you’ll know why Shamara acts so obediently, and you’ll surely become obedient as well.”

Ever since Ange mastered the Ultimate Transformation Technique and Dragon God Transformation Technique, his fighting power had become immeasurable. Negris didn’t have a clue how powerful Ange was now, anyway, he had already killed two Gods.

The baby’s severed leg had fully grown back. Once the last bit of skin and flesh were repaired, Ange released his mental control over the baby. Immediately, the baby began to wail, its voice clear and full of vigor, causing Lisa to involuntarily flinch, the cry almost similar to a Soul Impact.

“Oh dear, oh dear, what’s wrong with the baby? Did it hurt? Did Uncle Skeleton hurt you? It didn’t hurt? Are you hungry? Oh dear, where could I find breast milk? Vania, Vania.”

Vania, who ran in like a bear, upon hearing Lisa’s words, twisted her fingers nervously and shyly said, “I… I am still a virgin, I don’t have any.”

No one could be found who was able to nurse, not even a horse. None of the horses Ange had in the Resting Palace were of nursing age.

Now, what could they do? The baby continued its relentless crying, completely disregarding the situation. Lisa temporarily plugged the baby’s mouth with her thumb and asked anxiously, “What do we do now? Lord, do you have anything the baby can eat? You can’t be considering bringing a cow up here, can you?”

Ange took out a fruit.

“Hiss, a Fruit of Life from the World Tree? How do you have these? Did you stimulate that sickly branch?” Negris gasped.

Ange shook his head: “It grew.”

Negris couldn’t be bothered to ask any more questions, given the curt two-word answer he received. The answers to these questions were better left to his own observations.

After recalling from the Resting Palace and moving the Bronze Book to the field, he immediately saw the sick branch from the World Tree.

After obtaining the Insect Ash Liquid, Ange transplanted a sick branch of the World Tree to the field. Unlike regular World Trees, this branch was cut from the ancient World Tree and was already 91,000 years old.

Now, the branch was entirely clear of the blemishes it once had. The buds and leaves were sprouting fresh and green, obviously indicating that the transplantation was successful.

A fresh breakage pointed out where Ange had plucked the fruit he presented earlier from the branch.

“My God, Ange really cured the World Tree.” Negris had been prepared mentally when he saw the disease spots decreasing, but he was still greatly shocked when it was successful. His old friend, the World Tree, had been saved.

Seeing the projection onto his dragon form, Negris said with envy: “The little guy is really lucky to eat the Fruit of Life from childhood, I hope he can have a long life just like an elf.”

The little one stared with clear and wide eyes, clinging to Ange’s finger forcefully, seemingly oblivious to what was said.

At that moment, the Angel Descending Monument flickered again. A voice rang out: “The omnipotent Lord, your followers are suffering from the plague, please save us, gift us the Holy Water, and exterminate the dreadful dysentery.”

Along with this voice, another image appeared on the monument. It was from the first-person perspective again. In the center was a barrel filled with murky water.

Surrounding the barrel, apart from the viewpoint of the first-person, was a large group of ragged humans, all bowing their heads around the barrel.

“This is the cleanest water we could find. A few days ago, during the flood, a lot of people and livestock drowned. Then, dysentery broke out. Everyone was vomitting and having diarrhea. We quickly couldn’t hold out, almighty Lord. Buck, the faithful of Baki village, lead the surviving villagers in offering their most devout faith. Please eliminate the dysentery and save us.”