Chapter 382: 232 The cowardly spring breeze is unworthy_2
After severing the spiritual connection, Negris said to Ange, “The Staff of Heaven can not fall into the hands of the Church. The Holy Kingdom is currently stuck above the Resting Abyss. If they regain control of the kingdom, we will be in considerable trouble. Do you have any solutions?”
Ange tilted his head, pulling out a handful of seeds, “Use these.”
“Pfft! Aren’t those the high-yield grains you initially planted? Kvada, I completely forgot about them. In the harsh environment of soil and water erosion in the Resting Camp, you could mature them in the same season. If we change to fertile land, could you make it so they can be harvested in three months and maintain high yield?” Negris inquired.
“We could pre-grow them,” Ange replied.
“Kvada, you seem to have prepared well in advance what you wanted to plant here, just waiting for the eternal darkness to pass. So, what have you been so busy with these past few days, turning over the land and planting the Luminous Moss?” Negris had a feeling that it was in vain.
Ange cocked his head, speaking truthfully, “Playing.”
Spurts of blood would be coughed up, if there was any.
The grain Ange cultivated inside the Temple of Rest was a genuinely high-yield crop. Over a thousand years, the fertility of the farms steadily depleted. To ensure the crops could be harvested before the end of each growing season, Ange continuously improved the grain varieties for a millennium.
These grains cultivated under extreme conditions, once moved to fertile land outside, immediately demonstrated outstanding potency. Previously, Ange’s fastest growth and harvesting speed was one and a half month.
However, this rapid harvesting method led to lower yields, so after mastering the Instant Death Halo, the short growth time advantage was disregarded. Then came the Long-grain Valley with excellent taste and the Saline Demon Rice that can grow in salt water. As such, Negris overlooked this basic grain variety.
Short growing time and relatively high yield, isn’t this the perfect divine artifact for this plane?
What irked Negris the most was that Ange clearly knew what he wanted to plant, yet futilely busied himself for several days, causing Negris to worry about him. Fearing that this poor skeleton would be disheartened, nuts!
For the following period, Ange was busy preparing and arranging the farmland. He adjusted the fertility and pH level of the soil, tilled, sterilized, purified, and added base manure, etc. To grow a good crop, the preliminary work was important.
Some tasks may be cumbersome for ordinary farmers, but they were effortless for Ange, as long as he continuously cast Purification.
So, in a part of the Undead’s territory, there was ever-present fizzing sound accompanied by the scent of a sun-dried quilt spreading around. The deep-seated stench of death was cleansed, and even tenacious microorganisms could not survive.
Meanwhile, as Ange was preparing the land, in the slums behind the Holy Wall City, the Great Sage was also at his wit’s end. There were too many things he had to deal with. At this moment, he deeply realized the disadvantage of having too few high-ranking undead creatures.
For instance, he even had to personally handle interrogations now.
“This suspect, robbery, murder.” An undead underling commanded several skeletons, leading a lineup of criminals and pointed at one of them.
“Robbery? Murder? Suspect, please raise your head. Did you commit these crimes?” Prompted by the Great Sage’s question, the criminal lifted his head, his gaze became dazed, and he answered vacantly, “Yes... killed two...”
The Great Sage had evidently used some spiritual interrogation technique and had extracted the evidence promptly. Hearing the response, he dismissed it, “Off with his head.”
Therefore, living creatures are not the enemies of the undead, but the foundation of the Undead Empire. The undead are not the enemies of the living, but a new form of life after death.
However, this interdependent relationship has been gradually distorted by the propaganda of the Church of Light, and has become irreconcilable.
Why would the undead kill you? They don’t eat people.
This time, the retreat of the Church of Light left hundreds of thousands of living creatures in the Land of Fallen, humans, horses, and cows. This is a great fortune.
The Great Sage doesn’t care if his soldiers are human skeletons or Corpse Witch Horses, as long as they are undead.
The only challenge is how to feed these hundreds of thousands of people. The supplies left behind by the Church of Light and the food available from human villages in the vicinity can support them for a couple of eternal nights.
But for sustainable development, the problem of food self-sufficiency must be solved. Otherwise, the end result will just be hundreds of thousands of corpses.
To solve this problem, the Great Sage didn’t hesitate to bring out the Staff of Heaven, believing that the Church of Light couldn’t resist. Solving the food problem would only add hundreds of thousands of living mouths to the Land of Fallen, but getting the Staff of Heaven was like getting the key to Heaven.
Halfway through the judgement of the criminals, someone suddenly reported: “Great Sage, there is a teleportation request on the Teleportation Array.”
The Great Sage was energized and exclaimed: “Here they come! You take over the judgement.” The Great Sage floated away excitedly, casually pointing at the undead who was brought up with the criminals.
“Me? Great Sage, I don’t know how... uh, okay, I’ll judge. This one, murder? Cut off.
“This one, adultery? Hmm, chop it off. Chop it off.”
“This one, cheating, chop off.”
“This one, solicitation? Cut off.”
“Chop, chop, chop!”
The Great Sage arrived at the Teleportation Array, eagerly expecting who the Church of Light might send to negotiate with him.
With a flash of light, several elderly farmers appeared in the Teleportation Array.
It’s not the Church of Light? The Great Sage was taken aback. There was no hint of Holy Light on them.
Seeing the Great Sage, one of the farmers said loudly, “Is the gentleman in front the Great Sage of the Undead Empire? We are members of the Druid Guild. This is the inventor of the high-yielding grain variety that won the Spring Breeze Cup Druid Contest. Great Sage, we have brought you high-yielding grain seeds.”
The inventor of the high-yielding grain variety snorted dismissively, “There will be no Spring Breeze Cup in the future. That coward, Spring Breeze, doesn’t deserve to have his name associated with the grain contest.”