Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 549: Chapter 314 God Asks: Do You Know How To Grow Veggies?_1

The next afternoon, within the Resting Abyss, at the World Transfer Station, everyone was on high alert, ready to receive supplies from the XX plane, which, of course, had a name.

However, this held no meaning, as everyone knew it by a different name. Unless every individual shared the plane’s coordinates for comparison, Anthony took out the coordinates for comparison.

Unfortunately, in the coordinate system of the World Transfer Station, no record of these coordinates existed. This might be a new plane.

So for now, they named it the Mary Plane, since the person on the other end coordinating with Anthony was named Mary.

As for how they obtained the coordinates? They were bought from the Adventurer’s Guild. Those ubiquitous adventurers could sell you anything you wanted.

The other side had already sent a sample for his review, indicating that ten thousand tons of food were available for sale. If the transaction went smoothly, they could supply hundreds of thousands of tons of food in the future. Being a food-producing plane, their food production far exceeded their consumption, hence the surplus for sale.

Anthony had made several deals with them using ordinary teleportation arrays. Each delivery had been prompt, but a hundred or two hundred tons could be transported through an ordinary array. However, for transactions involving tens of thousands of tons of food, using an ordinary array would result in a significant loss.

Ange’s hundred thousand tons of food were sent using an ordinary array, which had depleted Anthony’s resources. If he continued this way, he would need to borrow money.

That’s also why he had to haggle with Ange, he was broke.

Unfortunately, his plans were shattered by the silver coins.

Now, owing 80% of the transportation fees, he finally received Ange’s approval to activate the World Transfer Station.

However, he didn’t mention the transportation fees to Ange. Instead, he said: “Sir, the plants of every plane differ. Some of them are extinct on our master plane. We might find some special ones, like male sterile strain or drought-resistant female strain which could be cross-bred. We could make it a priority in our negotiations with them.”

Anthony was clueless about the terminology he used. He had asked a few druids just before his departure, thinking it might persuade Ange.

However, Ange glanced at him and shook his head.

Huh? Did the sir not agree? Anthony was stumped. He considered every obstacle but never thought Ange would refuse. Normally, Ange was quite amicable. For a Master God, Ange was almost too ‘approachable’ to be a deity.

Why didn’t he agree? What factors had he overlooked? Anthony pondered, trying to resolve these issues.

However, Ange said: “This matter seems to be important to you. I agree.”

Anthony was stunned for a while before responding, “Sir, you mean, you agreed to open the World Transfer Station because it’s important to me and not because of the plants?”

Ange nodded.

Anthony was stunned for a while, and his nose felt a little sour. Casually, he said, “I can’t thank you enough, sir.”

Ange cocked his head and reached into the Temple of Rest again.

Negris flew to Anthony’s side, jabbed him with his elbow, and said: “It’s rare that he has agreed to do something without a fair trade.”

Anthony let out an awkward smile, “Really? I’ve embarrassed the sir by making an exception, I am deeply ashamed. My loyalty to the sir is as pure as holy light. No, I can’t let Sir Ange make an exception. I will sell some of the temples when I get back to repay sir’s kindness.”

Negris sneered, “Don’t you think using ‘Holy Light’ here is a bit weird?”

“Is it? No, the holy light belongs to the sir, don’t change the subject, did you hear what sir just said? Hurry up and open the World Transfer Station for me.”

After the first attempt with the World Transfer Station, it hadn’t been activated again. That time, it had directly connected to the long-lost Purple Corpse, achieving a 100% connection rate. This gave Negris a clear understanding of the popularity of the World Transfer Station, so he dared not start it again.

During the Undead Empire era, the World Transfer Station was the center of attention for all realms. There were always individuals trying to connect to it. When there were too many connection requests, it was even necessary to queue and wait for its call.

Even though over a thousand years have passed, some teleportation arrays were still stubbornly sending connection requests, awaiting its response. However, with time, many arrays saving the World Transfer Station’s coordinates were too damaged to start, resulting in fewer and fewer connection requests.

Of course, the coordinates could be recorded and sent to a new teleportation array to send a request. However, for a new array that hasn’t connected before, the coordinates had to be inputted each time.

Only when the connection is successful will it be recorded in the coordinate diagram, and then it can be sent with just one click.

However, many teleportation arrays may not even have a coordinate diagram. Theoretically, after shutting down the identifying sign of the teleportation array, what the other party sees is just a teleportation point. If it doesn’t have a coordinate diagram, it doesn’t display a name.

It’s very safe. For instance, the last time it was activated, the news about the opening of the World Transit Hub didn’t leak out; it was just the call from the Purple Corpse that scared Negris.

But lord, times have changed. When the World Transit Hub was initially opened, the Resting Abyss had only just managed to solve the food problem. But now?

Now, there are hundreds of thousands of people, armed and…well, horseless, but there are dozens of Purple Skeleton Titans, a dozen Night Watchers, tens of thousands of elite Undead, all kinds of sophisticated equipment, including, but not limited to, Holy Armor, Great Angel’s Staff, and so on…

Eh, why is it all looted from the Church of Light?

More importantly, Ange is now a three-in-one god. Who dares to come over and blow it up!

To be safe, everyone remained on high alert. Even Petersburg was put back on his original Divine Seat, chatting casually with Lightning: “You may not know, back in the days, we’ve blown up so many things, Lords of the Abyss, Elemental Lords, nameless gods; You can’t even count them all. My spring-loaded iron fist, nothing can withstand, my body, utterly indestructible…” blah blah blah a whole bunch.

Lightning curiously asked: “When your fist bounced back, did you ever hit yourself?”

Petersburg murmured: “Yes…don’t ask about such depressing things.”

“No, I’m happy, you say it out to cheer everybody up, how did it hit? Where did it strike?” Lightning suddenly got excited.

Negris, who was watching them chit-chat on the side, couldn’t help but say, “Have you guys noticed that those guards who stay still for an extended period become chatterboxes? Petersburg is like that, so is Tree Man Gore.”

Anthony shook his head, “Doesn’t seem like it. Those running around are just as talkative, like Lightning.”

“Is that a lot of talk from it? To me, it sounds more like it has a foul mouth.” Negris grumbled.

After some idle chatter, the agreed time finally arrived. The pillars of the teleportation array slowly lit up. Now, the World Transit Hub no longer required Ange and Negris’s personal operation.

Soon, the Transit Hub ran at full speed, a flash of light flickered, and within that light appeared a large number of weird figures. It’s unreadable what they are, but they’re definitely not the agreed ten thousand tons of food.

At the same time, a loud and arrogant voice resounded from the light: “Greedy mortals, ten thousand tons of food has made you open up your home. What you may be welcoming is not food, but death! I, Lord of Abyss Glasgow, leading the Nightmare Legion, officially arrived… Eh?”

From the moment those strange figures appeared in the light, Anthony’s upright back unconsciously slumped, feeling despondent.

Was he fooled after all? Considering Anthony’s astuteness, couldn’t he have noticed some clues?

He did. For instance, the packaging weight of the food was not uniform, bag materials varied, the grain grades were mixed, and it seemed more like it was ‘gathered’ from various channels.

But Anthony was willing to take this risk because he really needed food.

When the heart desires nothing, one is not deceived. If there are things you earnestly wish to obtain, then you’re full of flaws. But what if you’re deceived?

Strike it Badaaaaargh!

Anthony snapped upright, his eyes blazing with intense light like two magical crystal lamp bulbs, staring ahead while radiating a holy light.

Ange, standing next to him, was stunned for a moment, tilting his head as he took a step forward, his head aglow with the flame of the soul.

He sensed from Anthony a strong conviction, praying for his power.

Embracing Ange’s strength, Anthony’s divine soul was entirely poured into Anthony’s body.

With each stride, a circle of light rippled from Anthony’s foot. From that circle of light, Ange felt signs of a life acceleration—a courtesy of the weakened death aura.

Step by step, a figure of light emerged slowly from Anthony. Simultaneously, he raised his scepter, his resonant voice echoing across the field—”The Lord said: Do You Know How to Grow Crops!”