Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 932 - 511 Feeling This Way of Speaking is Even

Chapter 932: Chapter 511: Feeling This Way of Speaking is Even More Terrifying

Chapter 932: Chapter 511: Feeling This Way of Speaking is Even More Terrifying

Alright, when it comes to farming, not even six gods could pull Ange away.

The six gods could open the Void Gate and let molten lava pour out to form the Eternity Road, but they definitely couldn’t pull Ange back. It’d be better to just finish up quickly and let him go farm in peace.

Knowing the situation couldn’t be changed, Negris took initiative, “Let’s go, go, go, and check out the ruins.”

“This way, this way,” Nevin called out enthusiastically.

With Granny Griffini abandoning her guests to run off, Nevin felt quite bothered. Now that there was something else to divert Ange’s attention, he was more than willing to cooperate and hurriedly led everyone to a set of ruins.

If no one mentioned it was a ruin, everyone would probably take it for an abandoned little plaza—a round area paved with broken stones, surrounded by six large stone pillars, one of which was even broken.

“This is indeed a Titan ruin, the Thunderprint. It’s a unique type of Magic Pattern exclusive to the Titans and symbolizes their Thunder Power. Why would there be a Thunder Titan ruin here? Did you find any documents about it?” Negris asked.

Nevin shook his head, “We’ve dug up some relics and such, probably from around a thousand years ago. There was a Titan living here, and then, no one knows where it went. If you want to know more, you might have to ask Granny Griffini.”

After they talked for a bit, Durken had already circled the ruin. Nodding thoughtfully, he said, “This is an altar, not sure what it’s for. We have to get it running to find out.”

Nevin spread his hands and said, “Unfortunately, it’s broken. We’ve never been able to get it… uh…”

Nevin hadn’t finished speaking when he saw Durken take out the Gold-touch Stick, pointing and nudging at the broken-off part of the stone pillar, which then floated up as if lifted by an invisible hand and moved into place at the point of fracture.

With a touch of the Gold-touch Stick, the broken stone pillar was joined together.

Was he intending to fix it right on the spot?

“The damage seems quite severe. Can it be fixed?” Negris looked at the large gap at the joint, where the originally flat break had, over time, become jagged. Even if barely connected, there was a substantial piece missing all around.

Durken smiled, “If you can remember these Thunderprints, I can rebuild it entirely.”

“Oh? Alright, let me look. Okay, I’ve memorized it,” Negris said seriously after examining it once.

Durken rolled his eyes. This Fatty Dragon never missed a chance to show off when it came to something he was good at.

Picking up a stone from the ground outside the altar, Durken turned it into powder with the Gold-touch Stick, mixed it with some other materials, and added water to make a paste.

“Stone powder, quartz? Why add quartz to the mix?” Negris watched Durken add materials and asked curiously.

Responding off-handedly, Durken said, “Adding quartz allows for sintering; melt it down to increase strength.”

Durken applied the paste-like material to the gaps, separated out the water from within using elemental separation, then scraped off the excess cracked areas from the surface after it dried. He turned to Ange and said, “Lord, could I ask for your help in heating it up?”

Durken could warm it up himself, but the consumption of Magic Power would be too great, and he didn’t know how long it would take to repair the entire altar.

Ange only needed to continuously pour Fire Element into the gap until the quartz inside melted and the gap and column completely fused into one.

Repeating this process, once all columns and the base of the altar were repaired, and the Magic Patterns at the gaps were carefully redone, the altar would be restored.

“When I was repairing it, I found out that this altar doesn’t have an Energy Core. That means its energy doesn’t come from the altar itself but from an external source. So, simply fixing it isn’t enough to activate it; we also need to know what provides it with energy,” Durken said.

After discussing for a while, Nevin said, “I remember the captain’s log mentioned that centuries ago, whenever there were thunderstorms, the altar would emit a booming sound, but such phenomena no longer occur. Could it be that it needs lightning to strike it to activate?”

“Possibly, does it rain often here?” Durken asked.

“Only during the rainy season do we have thunderstorms; the usual rains are light and without thunder. The rainy season has just passed, and it won’t be back for another half a year,” Nevin said.

They couldn’t possibly wait here for half a year; they needed to think of a way to activate the altar without waiting for the rainy season to come, such as, “How about a Forbidden Spell? Who here knows a lightning-type Forbidden Spell? Do you have any arcanists specialized in lightning here?”

Just as Negris finished speaking, they saw Ange reach out and pull out a bottle of pure water, opening the lid.

Soon after, the pure water inside slowly rose, forming a small face that spoke with Tom’s voice, “I’m here, what does the Lord need me for?”

Recently, Tom was living leisurely. In the Void, Ange purified so much water from two Divine Realms for him that he was almost overwhelmed. Now, he just floated there playing dead, occasionally taking care of the multitude of seeds Ange had soaked, blissfully idle.

Ange was a good boss who could grant him more pure water at any time, so the moment Tom heard the summons, he hurried over.

Ange raised his hands in front of him, whoosh whoosh whoosh—a ceaseless torrent of wind tornadoes shot into the sky, slowly forming an actual tornado. At the same time, Ange threw Tom into the tornado and said, “Lightning.”

“Okay, boss,” Tom replied, adeptly merging into the rich moisture brought by the tornado.

This wasn’t the first time he was cooperating with Ange for a job, though the last job was to bring rainfall; this time they didn’t need rain but lightning?

As the tornado stretched from earth to sky, reaching the moisture-laden stratus clouds, changes began. Endless moisture was sucked in by the tornado toward the ground, then ascended again, creating a down-up cycle within the valley, with the humidity index rising exponentially.

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Tom only needed to apply a little trick to condense the water vapor into clouds; the clear sky that had been cloudless vanished, and dark clouds shrouded the valley and began expanding outwards.

When the rain clouds accumulated to a certain extent, a flash of light streaked across the cloud layers, followed by a rumble of thunder—

The farmers who had been busy in the fields were stunned by these strange events, but it wasn’t until the thunderclap sounded that they finally snapped out of their daze and started running for home, “It’s raining, there’s thunder, quick, bring in the clothes!”

Nevin stood frozen, only his lips quivering, “Is… this arcane magic? Isn’t the scope too large?”

Anthony and Durken, who had already witnessed Ange’s methods, had leisurely set up chairs, lying down. Hearing this, they responded, “No, it’s just a trick, that’s Level 1 Magic; stop standing there dumbfounded, come sit down, drink something, and wait; we still have some time.”

Nevin was stunned: Level 1 Magic? Such an exaggerated celestial phenomenon was caused by Level 1 Magic? Somehow, that idea seemed even more terrifying, didn’t it?