Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 703 - 400: Quietly Mastering the Ultimate Seeding Technique_1

Chapter 703: Chapter 400: Quietly Mastering the Ultimate Seeding Technique_1

After summoning Water God Tom, Ange non-stop throw out spells, resulting in a tornado.

The pollen dissemination spell is a very low-level kind of wind magic, and if magic had decimal levels, that spell would probably rank around 0.1 or so. It uses less than one-tenth of the magic power of a level 1 spell.

That’s why Ange can cast it hundreds of times in a single second, quickly pollinating hundreds of thousands of crops in several thousand acres of land.

However, the pollen dissemination spell can also infinitely amplify. As long as the center point is kept consistent every time it’s cast, you can churn the tornado more significant, like stirring a water tank, until the whole world can’t contain it.

But this isn’t easy to do. It’s simple to say keep the center point consistent, but even if we let Tyrone do it once or twice, or even a hundred or a thousand times, can he keep it consistent for several hours without his eyes getting blurry or his legs getting weak?

Ange can.

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The tornado grows larger and higher with each churn, piercing the sky and earth. Following the swirl of the center point, a large amount of cloud water vapor is sucked down.

The clouds were shifting quickly, and the clouds above were being sucked away. All around, the wind and clouds were moving fast to quickly fix the gaps, then they continued to be sucked down. The humidity of the water vapor at the landing spot of the tornado began to climb crazily.

In such a situation, some low-level water magic could also achieve cross-level results. Usually, Ange could multitask and cast a rain spell at the same time, but there’s already Water God Tom there.

“What? You want me to condense the water and turn all this water vapor into water droplets?” Tom’s face was full of shock under Ange’s request, he thought he had misheard.

Ange nodded and urged, “Quick.”

“But, I’m a Water God, Water God Tom, a ‘God.'” Tom couldn’t believe it and couldn’t help but emphasize his identity.

The others had long since hurried over, including Negris. He saw Negris sneered, “I get it, I’m the ‘God’ of Knowledge, and this one is the Goddess of ‘Redemption’…”

As he said this, Negris made a gesture towards Goddess of Redemption. The Redemption Goddess, blinking her big eyes and acting cute, flounced her skirt and pulled out a small hammer, ready to strike fiercely.

Negris was speechless, “You just need to be cute, no need for pretense, you’re not frightening at all, Shamara Shamara.”

Shamara opened up her wings, and a dark sacred flame surged from her body. She glared at Tom, trying to look scary.

Tom wasn’t scared at all, the power of fall had no effect on it, and salty water was more threatening. He was just about to taunt when Ange slapped him on the head: “Hurry up.”

“Oh.” Tom obediently turned into water vapor. In no time, a thick mist filled the surroundings, rapidly soaking the ground, and even forming a few small streams that flowed away in the distance.

Although he was unwilling, it was Ange who held his soul, he was just a little hard to believe that he had to do this kind of work as a mighty Water God.

But the Goddess of redemption is used for being cute, and the fallen sky used to intimidate people would seem that it wasn’t unacceptable for him to condense water.

The condensed water vapor is quite pure, at least much cleaner than holy water. It won’t make him dirty, fine, fine, let’s get to work.

Tom himself claimed to be a Water God, but in reality, he should be classified as an Elemental Creature and didn’t have divine nature. The manipulation of water is natural to it, completely effortless. No matter how much water vapor it rolls in, it can condense it into water mist in a very short time.

The water mist turned into water droplets, water droplets turned into streams, streams turned into small rivers, and the desert began to flood.

The wind and cloud were surging, the color of the sky and earth altered, and Ange’s continuous spellcasting began to trigger celestial phenomena. Above him, a piece of the sky was clear and cloudless, as if it were missing, but around him, endless dark clouds were pouring in.

The dark clouds didn’t directly pour in, but rotated in a circle, moving along the edge all the way. If you move your gaze to the sky, you can see a massive cyclone forming.

Among those present, Tyrone was the most proficient at wind magic. His nickname was even Typhoon, but at that moment, he was dumbfounded: “Is it possible to conjure up celestial phenomena using such a low-level spell? Are you kidding me?”

Negris curiously asked, “Can you do it?”

“I can’t do bullshit. I can’t even think about it. For such a low-pressure trough, I’d need a team of wizards, or I’d need to throw in tens of thousands of demon crystals to possibly accumulate it. No, no, no, we can’t call this a low-pressure trough anymore. It’s a low-pressure cyclone.” Tyrone said with an air of urgency.

He hadn’t thought that such a tiny whirlwind of zero point something level, could trigger an extraordinary celestial phenomenon. Yet seeing Ange’s incalculable speed of casting spells, it seemed reasonable after all, given that his spell-casting speed was insanely fast.

As the ground accumulated more and more water, saturating the earth, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and couldn’t help but ask, “What should we do? Just watch? Can we do something?”

Negris shrugged, “I don’t know either what we can do, I don’t even know what Ange is up to.”

Upon hearing this, Ange flipped out a pile of grains: “Sow the seeds.”

Then he turned to Water God Tom: “Mist.”

It took Tom a while to understand what Ange meant – to condense the moisture into mist rather than water, so that it would cover a larger area. If it condensed into water and flowed into the desert, it would quickly seep into the sand. Even a flood wouldn’t cover a great range.

Water vapor transformed into mist could moisten half of the desert.

Negris poked some holes in the bottom of the bag, then grabbed the bag of grain and tossed it into the distance, grains continuously falling out.

Tyrone condensed an air mass, which wrapped a bag of grains and flew into the distance before exploding. The force of the explosion scattered the grains, distributing them evenly within a certain radius.

The Great Sage summoned the Soul Car, transported a cart of grains, and drove along. Numerous Hands of the Undead tore open the sacks of grain, scattering them neatly.

The Goddess of Redemption hitched up her skirt, took a handful of grains, found a vacant space nearby, started poking small holes, and carefully sowed the seeds one by one.

Luna couldn’t help but pop out from Shamara’s figure, mocking, “At this rate, you will have a table full of crops by tomorrow.”

The Goddess of Redemption rolled her eyes at Luna, then smiled.

“Hmmph.” Luna snorted in disdain. With a wave of her hand, sack after sack of grain took flight, stacking up on her back in a small pile, much larger than what the strongest dock worker could carry.

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Still, Luna managed to take flight, heading in another direction not yet sown.

After flying a certain distance, she flapped her Light Wings, and two sacks of grain were shattered, scattering the seeds evenly.

After flying a little more, Luna dropped another two sacks of grain, and with another flap of her Light Wings, the seeds scattered evenly.

Durken waved his Gold-touch Stick over the sack of grain, “Let me show you a magic trick.”

The sacks then grew wings and flew away, one by one. Once they reached their designated spots, they opened on their own and spewed out the grain, as if the sacks had grown up and learned to sow the seeds themselves.

Negris was left dumbfounded. He found himself sowing the slowest and couldn’t help but curse, “Kvada, you guys have never farmed, yet you’ve secretly mastered such unique sowing skills. You’re all so pretentious!”

At nightfall, without the sun’s evaporation, the mist spread further and further. Within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, the humidity reached a level at which you could squeeze water out of the air. The ground was thoroughly moist, and the seeds that fell on it were slowly awakened.

In the night sky, a white light lit up where the Red Star had originally disappeared – it arrived.

Ange armored himself, then lifted his right foot and brutally stomped it on his own chest, leaving a clear footprint on his Soul Armor.

A normal person definitely couldn’t perform such a move, but who says he’s a regular human? Not to mention stomping on himself, he could even pull off his foot and press it on his face.

The Instant Death Halo erupted around him, and scales rippled on Ange’s body, transforming him into a shimmering giant dragon, the true form of the Dragon God that Ange had manifested in the consciousness space.

Boom! A kind of invisible force struck the ground. Most people didn’t sense anything, but the Goddess of Redemption and Shamara were engulfed in Divine Fire, their bodies wincing as if hit hard, and they fell to their knees, slowly disintegrating to ash and scattering in the wind.

PS: Lately, I’ve been taking medication and feeling drowsy a lot. I tend to oversleep unintentionally, hence the erratic updates. My apologies.