Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"How do you prove that you have the strength to cooperate?" In the House of the Dead, Gust left a message in a certain corner as agreed.

Not long after, he came here again and found that the information had been changed to: "Destroying the Wind Chaoxi system of the Starburst Array, is it considered strength?"

The main function of the Wind and Tidal System is to make the air in the entire starburst circle flow. If the wind in a certain area cannot flow, creatures that need to breathe will not be able to survive there.

Didn't the God of Life say before that the starburst magic circle was broken, but he couldn't tell where it was broken.

After Anthony got acquainted with Cabrera, he inquired about some key information from the side, and then contacted the God of Life, speculating that there was a problem with the Chaofeng Tidal system.

This problem can be big or small. The starburst circle hangs high in the sky and has no air itself, so they have the ability to 'produce' air, but to make the air flow, they need the tide of the wind.

Unlike the ground, where the air has unimpeded convection, the composition is about the same in every corner.

The starburst magic circle can be regarded as a combination of countless crypts. The air in each area is unbalanced, and the speed of convection is very slow. It requires wind tides to quickly send them to every corner.

When talking about this topic, Cabrera said: "Some grass seeds that I don't know how to bring in, germinated in the ventilation duct, and got stuck in some tidal circles."

Good guy, it's still the God of Life who broke his system.

"Is there?" The God of Life scratched his head: "I just found some hidden corners to sprout, and those round and breathable pipes are the most hidden."

Others are not easy to verify, but it is easy to verify that the wind tide is destroyed. There are so many creatures on the starburst circle, and some spies who are loyal to the undead empire can always be mixed in.

Find a way to contact the spies on the starburst magic circle, and get the news that the wind and tide magic circle in some areas is indeed damaged.

"Very well, you do have strength, how do we cooperate?" Gust left a message.

"We have to do this and that, and then that and that, and then this and that."

Gust soon received a detailed plan (above), which listed what they need to do now, such as identifying friend and foe, enhancing mutual trust, cooperating with acting, etc., and then asked:

"Do you have any political enemies or competitors that need to be eliminated? If so, I will kill him for you, and then you use the excuse of revenge on us to help me kill my political opponents. We sign an oath, which is equivalent to giving the other party a handle. Once exposed, we will all be finished, this is the fastest way to gain mutual trust, is there?"

Gust was dumbfounded after reading it, and then felt a little bit moved, but he quickly dispelled the idea. He doesn't fully believe the other party now, let's talk about it later.

Judging from the whole plan, the feasibility is very high, and it does not require Gust's initial investment. They only need to follow up when they see the benefits.

This is simply like buying and selling without capital, and all he needs to do is to issue an order to let all departments of the Immortal Empire, if someone comes to the door with the corresponding mark, release the detained members of the Church of Light.

Over the years, the Immortal Empire has arrested many members of the Church of Light, including priests, priests and saintesses, who are basically locked up until death, because His Majesty does not like to kill people.

Chambada, how did this eccentricity come about? Undead creatures don't kill people, so are they still called undead creatures? Taking advantage of His Majesty's absence, Gust couldn't help slandering him.

Kill less and be careful, then lock them up to death. All over the world, the Immortal Empire has established various death prisons, where countless members of the Illuminati Church have been imprisoned.

The living are imprisoned, the dead are dragged out, and reincarnated in public for those who are not dead. Every time at this time, it is the moment when the faith of the Guangming believers collapses.

Good guy, Gust suspects that the other party is trying to cheat the death row. Is there any particularly valuable guy in it?

"Hehe, you want to save the king, but you don't want to pay anything. Have you been asleep for too long and your soul is paralyzed? What kind of guy is worth as much as one ten-millionth of the undead king? Even if there is a man in prison Thousands of people, in order to save your king, are you willing to release them all?"

"Uh, I would like to." After being scolded by the reply message, Gust was relieved. Indeed, compared with His Majesty, even if all the prisoners of light are released, it is nothing more than valuable. It's just a few fanatics and ascetics, not worth mentioning.

"Before there are no new changes, you can take five people away." Gust replied.

"New changes? We destroyed the seeds of the Tongtian God Tree, does it count?"

Gust was shocked and immediately replied: "If you can destroy the seeds of the Tongtian God Tree, you can take away twenty people."

"Okay, you wait."

Two days later, news of the traitor came, and the seeds of the Tongtianshen Tree suddenly blossomed and germinated, but withered immediately.

"Really ruined? How did they do it?" Gust was full of doubts, but he kept his promise and gave the order to take 20 people from the death row.

The command transmission of the Immortal Empire is very efficient. It can be transmitted through relay spirits, soul connections, or even teleportation arrays. A small soul flame can carry a lot of information.

All the managers of the black prisons soon received a mark and order, and at the same time a secret order: record every move of these people.

...

In the sky, an eighteen-meter-long gray dragon soared in the air, flexibly catching the updraft, allowing itself to fly higher and faster.

Gadrigo has never been so exciting to fly, it is a native lich, it has not gone through the stage of 'dragon', and it does not retain the memory of dragons.

As long as it has memories, it has been a tough and clumsy body, with thick skin and thick flesh, and slow movements. It was not until many years later that it learned magic that it managed to fly.

Flying is flying, but it has nothing to do with flexibility, at most it is a little more flexible than a speeding airship.

But now, it feels like a nimble bird, and can even roll over easily.

Ange, Little Angel, Little Zombie, Anthony, Duroken, and Negris were squatting on its back, and they all stood still, unaffected by the rolling.

But being unaffected does not mean liking it. The little zombie stomped on its back in anger, and Gadrigo had to obediently return to level flight.

On the back of the dragon, Negris had to ask humbly: "What are you doing? You said that the black prison is a place where members of the Church of Light are detained. It's so dangerous. You take us there. Is there anything worth taking risks there? "

"No, no." Anthony explained: "I have made all the preparations, there will be no danger, there are too many black prisons, and the empire will send some guards at most, the strength will not be very strong, if I don't He said which black prison to go to, but he didn't say when to go, even if Gust wanted to ambush us, it was too late to prepare."

"Moreover, the most important thing is that the adults have regained the hand of piercing the world. When it is dangerous, they can squeeze us all in."

Negris gave him a blank look: "That means that Ange will also give up his current body? Then how can we send it back? Taking such a big risk, what is there in the black prison?"

Anthony spread his hands: "What else can there be, saints, fanatics, ascetics, some people in the black prison have stayed in it since their ancestors, if they can still maintain their faith, then they are definitely the most fanatical and pious believer."

"Hiss—" Negris gasped, and every time Anthony said a noun, it made his teeth grit.

The Holy Maiden Shamara made the Church of Illuminati go crazy by herself, and the power of corruption gave birth to a fallen army.

The fanatic, Ork, single-handedly killed the worm god Hemel, which can be called the ceiling of the fanatic.

An ascetic monk... this doesn't count, but his reputation is being sung everywhere on the main plane.

If twenty of these guys can be picked out from the black prison, it would be no joke to reappear the glory of the Church of Light.

"Gust will pick this kind of guy for you?" Negris was surprised.

"What is there to refuse? They are just ordinary people now. Even if they have the most devout beliefs, they are nothing, because there is no god." Anthony sighed regretfully.

Negris turned his head and glanced at Ange, who shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly realized: "I understand, you sent them to the gods."

Anthony nodded: "My lord and you don't need to go in. I can go in by myself. You wait for me outside. If there is an ambush, I will call for help. Is this arrangement okay? My lord."

The last sentence was a question to Ange.

Ange raised his head blankly, his right arm disappeared into the air, and his shoulders shrugged.

Negris said angrily: "Don't worry about him, it's enough for him to have land."

Ange nodded in agreement, and continued to farm happily, taking out bags of fertilizer from time to time and throwing them into the domain of God.

The reason why deserts are called deserts is that apart from lack of water, another reason is desertification and nutrient loss. Many places need a lot of fertilizer for top dressing. We can't use insect ash liquid for all fertilizers, that would be too wasteful.

It just so happened that Ange had stored a pile of bird droppings in the Palace of Rest, and now he could finally take it out, because there was no time limit for reaching in.

Negris couldn't stand it anymore: "There is no time limit, and you don't need to dig out bird droppings. You need to consume soul flames, you prodigal thing. It's not that there is no bird droppings here. Let's find a guano mine later. , it just so happens that your God's Domain can be used to hold things, so don't waste it."

Compared with the world-piercing hand, God's Domain is a better loading tool. It doesn't need to consume too much power to put it in and out. Of course, a little divine power is still required, but it is completely different from the world-piercing hand that calculates the soul flame by weight. Not one level.

An Ge nodded, nothing else, he is still very interested in digging bird droppings.

Flying and flying, a straight blue sea level appeared at the end of the earth.

"Huh? The Hell of Death was built on the sea?" Negris was surprised.

Anthony said: "Part of it is built on the sea. Because of the convenience, the prisoners are thrown on the island. There are no islands for hundreds of kilometers. Unless they are blessed by the true god, they will not be able to swim the hundreds of kilometers of sea."

"In addition, there are some abysses, valleys, sinkholes, etc. Even if no one is guarding them, it is difficult for ordinary people to escape from them."

Negris was speechless: "Is this still a prison for death? If the island was bigger, would it be possible to build a village on it, get married and have children?"

Anthony scratched his nose and said embarrassingly: "It's true, I didn't say that, some people have been locked in since their grandpas, and their grandpas have been locked in. He must have been born in it too. It can't be that his grandpa was eight years old. Locked in, he can still be born outside, it’s not a weird opera.”

Is it okay? This prison of death seems to be different from what it thinks.

Just about to ask something more, An Ge suddenly pointed to the sea: "Guano."

On the surface of the sea, there is an island with strange rocks, gray-white rocks are piled up on the surface, and under the sunlight, it reflects a relatively strong light.

Ange has seen too much, and he recognized it as bird droppings at a glance. Seabirds excrete on the island, and the sun dries the bird droppings. Over time, it will be covered with a thick layer of phosphate, which is a very good natural environment. fertilizer.

The Great Rift Valley next to the Falling Dragon Lake on the main plane is also a place of natural phosphate production. It has been developed now, but the fertilizer there is facing competition from the Night Crow Pirates.

The main reason is the transportation cost. The guano mined from the Great Rift Valley has to pass through the Dragon Lake to the west, enter the sea from the Beihe River, and then transport it to various parts of the mainland. The transportation cost is high.

The Night Crow digs directly on the island, and transports them directly to various parts of the plane by sea ships. The tonnage of sea ships is also much larger than that of inland river ships, and the cost is low.

Now the competitiveness of fertilizers in the Great Rift Valley has declined, and more of them are reserved for use near the Dragon Lake. However, the Dragon Lake has been developed by Ange. The ground, shoals, and water surfaces are planted on a terrifying scale, and a lot of fertilizer is consumed.

"What kind of shit luck are you, you touched bird droppings just after you finished speaking." Negris was beyond recognition with jealousy.

Anthony doesn't think it's luck: "It's normal, as long as it is on the migratory route of migratory birds, there will be such bird islands. Birds need to rest on the sea, and this kind of island is their best choice. It's normal."

After finishing speaking, Anthony said again: "Go down, you are waiting for me here, it is not far from death, so it is convenient to save me."

It's not that he wants to pull Ange over, but that if Ange is too far away, the power cannot be projected on him, and no one can save him by then.

Ange is very satisfied with this arrangement, he doesn't want to go to death row.

There was no need to land. When Gadrigo passed by Long Island, they jumped directly.

It slowly floated down to the island, and when it was about to hit the ground, Negris suddenly twitched his nose: "What's the smell? It's a familiar smell. Be careful, this is not an ordinary guano island."

Seeing this, the little angel also sniffed, with a dazed expression, obviously not smelling anything.

Everyone fell to the ground, searched around, and found a cave in the crevice of a cliff not far away. Negris said with certainty: "The smell comes from inside."

As soon as it entered the cave, it suddenly realized: "No wonder it's so familiar, so it smells like eggs? There are so many dragon eggs."

I saw dozens of dragon eggs piled up in the cave, as well as a dying dragon, a golden dragon that was fifty meters long.

The golden dragon, one of the three high-ranking dragons, has no wings. He found Ange and the others. He squinted his eyes, raised his head, and opened his mouth. The dragon's breath was about to come out.

"Wait a minute, patriarch, it's me, you don't know me?" Negris flew up and shouted loudly.

Thank you little brother in front of you for waiting for me, it’s really a mess, zero exposed, black and white, for the reward