Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 317: 201

“Five baskets full of Unbounded Crystals, take them all, as they’re useless to it anyway. Star Realm Gems, take them all too, as it can’t make use of them either. Fine Gold Mithril, again, take all of it – it can’t forge it anyway.” Negris muttered under his breath, meanwhile, his little claws busy tossing the stuff to Ange.

“Do you want these weapons and equipment as well? They’re all rotten and devoid of any power.” Negris asked.

“I do, I do.” Anthony quickly replied: “I know some artifact restoration specialists. I will take these back and have them restored, then auction them off as antiques, or use them to gain favor with the curia. As the Favored One of the God who found the lost holy relics of the curia, wouldn’t it be reasonable for me to be the Pope of the Divine Church?”

“Reasonable, yes.” Negris remarked disdainfully, and pretended to throw those relics over, scaring Anthony so much that he quickly knelt: “Don’t bother, Lord of Knowledge, I’ll collect them myself.”

He carefully packed up the relics and stuffed them into his mantle.

After the hustle and bustle, they had packed up everything of value from the Tree of Life. This somewhat consoled Negris. He would feel dissatisfied if they didn’t scour thoroughly. Most of the items were broken; the only useful things were the raw materials.

At this moment, the voice of the Tree of Life sounded, carrying a hint of fatigue: “I have sprinkled the powder on my roots, and I can feel the endless vitality. It is revitalizing the life within my body and curing my branches’ withering disease. I feel unprecedentedly tired. I may need to fall into a deep sleep for a while to digest this life force, I’m afraid I am unable to send you guys off.”

“Alright, alright, you go and sleep while we leave,” Negris said, “Oh right, let’s pick a few more Fruits of Life.” It didn’t look like Negris was going to stop until he had completely stripped the God of Life.

But the God of Life didn’t respond. Perhaps it had already fallen asleep. It must have superb sleep quality, falling asleep right after speaking.

Everyone began to scatter around to pick the Fruits of Life. This was a good item – not only does it contain the seeds of the World Tree, but the fruit itself is also rich in nutrients. Consuming it regularly can prolong life. Who knows what price it would fetch in the human world.

While they were picking, suddenly, a leaf fell down.

Leaves started falling, rustling as they descended in large quantities. It seemed that the so-called deep sleep of the Tree of Life triggered leaf shedding?

An array of leaves drifted down. Soon, the treetop was bare, leaving only the branches and trunks, opening up the view within a blink of an eye.

Regretfully, Negris remarked: “It’s fine for the leaves to fall, but why did the fruits have to fall too! Now we have no more to pick. Ange…”

As Negris called out for Ange, he realized that Ange was looking towards the outside of the treetop. Following Ange’s gaze, he only saw an enraged Elf Queen Galadriel.

Besides her, there was the High Priest Kailandel transformed into a giant eagle, numerous Two-headed Chimera Knights, over a dozen Elf Arcane Mages, a Truth Mage, and three Elf Archers who were treading on the air…

Almost all of the strong elves had appeared. They surrounded the treetop in a circle, glaring at Ange and the others with anger.

Gailard’s eyes seemed to be shooting fire as she gritted her teeth and asked: “What have you done to the God of Life?”

Faced with such a formidable line-up, Negris was horrified and asked fearfully: “Could it be… didn’t the God of Life tell you what was going to happen?”