Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

With that thought, Negris extended his small claw and tapped on everyone’s forehead, “This is a basic Druid secret technique, I hope it will be useful to you.”

Being the God of Knowledge, Negris’ knowledge storage was not just for show. If he can teach Ange Purification, he naturally can teach others Druid secret techniques.

However, his knowledge base was outdated and he could only follow the original interpretation, infusing it in. Whether others can comprehend it is up to their own insight.

The Southern Porcupine People knelt excitedly, “Thank you, sir, you’re being too kind to us, thank you, sir!”

Negris didn’t realize what he had done. He had nearly tricked them to death in the desert and felt some guilt, so he decided to make amends.

The basics of Druid’s Secret techniques are so basic they have no real value, at least from the Bronze Dragon’s perspective.

But for these human farmers whose status was early solidified, lacked upward mobility, and were born in remote and impoverished places, this could well be the foundation for their wealth and class elevation.

They themselves also practiced Druid secret techniques, but it was not systematic, fragmented, with little room for growth.

But a complete basic secret technique can fill in the missing parts. It’s like going to a regular Druid college for further studies. Once the foundation is solid, there’s much more room for growth.

With their devout worship, Negris discovered dozens of Soul Flames flowed into his body. Each farmer contributed more than three Soul Flames, showing a very strong belief.

“Huh, this works? What if I set up a stall at the entrance of the Stellaris Academy, and those who believe in me receive the blessing. If they don’t understand a certain subject, I’ll just infuse it. Don’t know if that will work. But it sounds tiring, never mind.”

Negris had a few thoughts in his soul and quickly gave up. A lazy god who typically wanted to reap benefits without effort, hoping disciples would just come to his door.

He waved off the grateful farmers and activated the Teleportation Array to send them back, but as soon as the array was activated, a teleportation wave came in eagerly, sending something from the other side.

About a dozen humans screamed and charged out from the Teleportation Array in fear.

“Help! Monsters, help…” The scream halted suddenly as a spike pierced through the human’s chest.

Upon seeing the spike, Negris was shocked, “Is it a real monster? What is that thing? A giant flea?”

A creature that even the God of Knowledge did not recognize could only be described as a monster.

As soon as the Teleportation Array was connected, something was sent impatiently from the other side. This is not rational since you’re not familiar with the situation on the receiving end.

What if the Teleportation Array is small, and so many people are sent here, wouldn’t the people on the outer ring be cut in half?

Unless they were driven to desperation, no one would rashly teleport this way. So, these people must be desperate.

Regardless, the thing that drove them to desperation still followed.

A creature about two meters high with two long legs and four limbs on its upper body, much like an enlarged flea, was teleported over too. It immediately killed one of the unfortunate humans.

After killing a human, it ignored the others, bit off the arm of the fallen man, spat out a pile of black stuff, and started chewing again.

Just as it was about to take another bite, a fireball blew up its head, burning the creature to a char.

A frantic Little Angel exclaimed, “Roar!”

Ange scratched his head helplessly and responded, “Roar.”

The refugees who teleported over were intercepted by Shafya and others. Negris was inquiring them, “Who are you? What happened? What is that monster?”

The refugees all spoke at once, “We’re from the South Swamp Town. We don’t know what happened. Loads of monsters suddenly broke out from the swamp, attacking and eating crops, and spitting in the farmland. It’s that black stuff.”

The refugees pointed to the black stuff spat out by the monster earlier.

The hedgehog village chief quickly asked, “Just South Swamp Town? What about Hedgehog Village? Any monsters?”

The refugees shook their heads, “I don’t know, but these monsters eat everything. If the South Swamp Town is eaten up, they will probably go deeper into the swamp.”

The village chief turned anxious immediately. He turned to Negris and said, “Sir, we need to go back. Could you please teleport us back?”

Negris said annoyed, “What are you going back for? To deliver food? Just wait, we haven’t figured anything out yet.”

Afterward, he turned towards Ange and asked, “Does anything look familiar?”

Ange nodded, walked over to the monster’s corpse, glanced at it a few times, and then waved to the black horse.

The black horse, naturally being Hemel, is not a horse. Walking over, Hemel sniffed around, and shook his head, “I do not recognize it.”

He said ‘I do not recognize it’, not ‘it’s not’, Ange lightly stepped on a footprint.

With a better understanding of the undead aura, Ange could now control the range and the frequency of acceleration within the aura. As he struck this footprint, it only covered a distance of tens of meters and didn’t affect the onlooking crowd.

After not too long, they saw the chunk of black matter that was spat out slowly started to move, and countless little insects hatched. It turned out, that big chunk was filled with insect eggs.

“They’re clearly bugs, how do you not recognize them? Not this annoyance again, I don’t want to have to fight bugs anymore,” Negris yelled, pointing at Hemel.

Hemel stood there stunned for a moment and then slowly responded, “They’re not mine…”

“They’re not yours? Could they be Mattis’? When did he escape to the Southern Swamp to lay eggs?” Negris reacted with surprise.

Hemel was perturbed for a moment before he spoke, “They’re not his…”

“What do you mean?” Negris’s heart uncontrollably sank.

Theoretically, all the insects on this plane originate from either Hemel or Mattis, with Mattis himself descending from Hemel.

When every bugtamer graduates, they receive an egg. The resulting cultivation, evolution, and mutation, all start from the original egg. It was only when Mattis became the new Insect God that the insects gained a second strain.”

But this second strain is, in fact, a mutation from the first strain. The connection between them cannot be denied, so how could Hemel not recognize it and claim that it’s not Mattis’s?

If they aren’t Hemel’s or Mattis’s, then where did these bugs come from? Could there possibly be a third Insect God?

While Negris contemplated this, the newly hatched bugs had begun eating each other, growing rapidly. They quickly metamorphosed from indistinguishable tiny insects to a creature the size of a small dog, which ended up being the sole survivor from its devouring spree.

This insect then lunged at the corpse of the large flea creature and began gnawing fervently.

“Don’t you notice that while these bugs are evolving, they are focusing more on increasing their size rather than their population?” Negris pointed out.

Ange nodded in agreement.

Just then, the body of the large flea creature also transformed, hatching a countless number of little insects that began their own cannibalistic metamorphosis.

The small flea creature began to consume the grown insects instead of feasting on the corpse. One mouthful brought down one insect after another.

As the small flea creature had a head-start, none of the other insects could grow as large as it, and in the end, all were consumed by it.

This small flea creature gradually grew to two meters, just a bit smaller than the flea creature that had died. The exterior was exactly the same, it was like witnessing a rebirth of sorts, apart from losing a bit of its mass, for instance, the head that Ange had blasted away.

“This rate of nutrient utilisation is frankly unprecedented,” Negris mumbled.

Upon finishing gnawing on nearby items, the flea creature finally lifted its head, with its gaze landing on Hemel, who was closest to it. It immediately let out a strange cry and struck with its legs.

The flea creature had a pair of strong legs. Its strike was like a cannon shell dashing out, fiercely pouncing… right into Hemel’s mouth…

Just when everyone was aghast, afraid that Hemel the handsome black horse was about to be bitten to death by the flea creature, Hemel suddenly opened his mouth. Starting from his lips, downwards along his neck, his mouth became a massive hole, larger than the leaping flea creature.

Inside was a dense set of sharp fangs that bit down onto the flea creature, then audibly crunched on it.

The onlooking crowd was startled, their hair stood on end, and they screamed, “Monster!! This handsome black horse looks more monstrous than the flea creature!!”

After a few chews, Hemel blinked, saying, “Has a taste of the void.”

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