Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 550: Chapter 315: Going to the Fertile Field_1

Imagine the feeling when you’re all pumped up to kill, set fire, rape, and loot, and someone suddenly asks you, ‘Do you know how to grow vegetables?’ And the voice is so loud, like someone yelling beside your ear.

It’s like going to a bar, flirting with a sexy maid, taking her to the room for a steamy dance, stripping off in the dark, and then she suddenly stretches out her hands and yells at you: look at my nail polish! It glows in the dark!

Makes a man want to drop dead.

Who could dare talk to Glasgow like that?!

As the Lord of the Abyss and the leader of the Nightmare Legion, Glasgow isn’t pulling this stunt for the first time.

A demon’s old job is lust seduction, but Glasgow’s ambitions run deeper, he wants not just the heart, but also wealth, territories, slaves, life… everything you possess.

First, he tempts the adventurers, these people are the most well-informed and can spread the word about a place with dimwits flushed with cash, luring more to fall into his trap.

Then Glasgow would screen his targets, he doesn’t want those penniless fools. He was only interested in those who’re rich and influential with territories. But how to distinguish such a potential target? Simple, consider what they need.

If a person needs beautiful jewels, he’s probably a vain human or a giant dragon. If he needs power, he’s likely a greedy weakling. Only those who need loads of food, cloth, and various production tools are the real wealthy grandees.

Anthony, in every aspect, was such a perfect target that estimated by Glasgow. First of all, Anthony was rich. He paid without hesitation in the several probing transactions they had, indicating his deep pockets.

God knows Anthony was just trying to secure his supply chain, so he paid promptly. In dimension-crossing trades, there were few projects where payment was swiftly made like this. Most were subject to endless delays, deductions upon deductions. Often, the final payments from the last transaction got dragged into the next. If there’s no next time, even the unsettled payments couldn’t be collected.

There’s even more frustrating scenarios, such as exaggeration. They start by sending a message saying they want one hundred thousand bolts of cloth and give a low offer, asking for a hundred bolts as samples. Once the samples are shipped, they’d smear with anticipation, only for no further orders to come. Upon contacting them after spending money to connect, they’ll respond: Oh, didn’t I just order one hundred bolts? Can the price of one hundred thousand bolts be the same as that of one hundred? They use the wholesale price of one hundred thousand to trick you into handing over a hundred bolts of cloth, causing you to waste time and effort preparing for the remaining ninety-nine thousand nine hundred.

Of course, such an example is quite extreme. Seldom does a supplier prepare the stock without even receiving a deposit. However, it does explain the risks and difficulties of cross-dimensional trade. Those who can pay promptly are definitely the super-rich.

Secondly, Anthony’s order was for grains, ten thousand tons of it, neither too much nor too little. Too much would suggest a lot of people he might not be able to handle, too little would suggest not much value in the target.

As for the later demand of several hundred thousand tons, Glasgow took it as a bluff.

Lastly, Glasgow had a special ability called ‘power sensing’. As long as he talks to someone, he could perceive that person’s power level. For instance, a Truth Mage’s power level is definitely different from an Arcane Magician’s.

The thing that he feared most with this ability was encountering a Magician. Those Magicians can increase their abilities tenfold with a simple merging with a divine soul. He could perceive the ‘one’ when they talk but not the ‘ten’ after the merging, which was quite troublesome.

However, he had a solution, such as blaspheming the gods. When talking to Anthony, he’d occasionally curse: “All the Gods of Light are stupi— (bleep) .”

Anthony empathetically said: “Yes, yes, yes, they’re all idiots.” For instance, the Goddess of Redemption of Ange, who tried to rob the Divine Fire and ran headfirst into it.

“The Harvest Goddess is stupid.”

“Right. Stupid.”

“The Dwarven God of War is stupid.”

“Uh, friend, do you have a shortage of vocabulary? Use a different word, the Dwarven God of War is crude.”

“Oh, crude, what does that mean?”

“It means rough, impetuous, and loves to fight.”

“Oh, I see, sounds a bit like me, the God of Knowledge is stupid.”

“Right, right, right. The God of Knowledge is stupid. The Undead God is always farming.”

Having insulted all the well-known Gods, Glasgow was sure the other party was not a Magician.

A Magician wouldn’t dare utter a blasphemy to the Master God, let alone casually mention a God’s name, unlike Anthony.

What about the possibility of being a believer of some obscure Gods? If they’re obscure, undoubtedly they’re weak gods, so who cares what they do?

Assuming that he had correctly understood the opponent’s power, Glasgow personally led a group to directly teleport over but then was abruptly asked if he knows how to farm.

God, even if he was asked if he knows how to cross-dress, he wouldn’t be this surprised.

When he saw who asked him the question, Glasgow was stunned.

In front of him was a six-meter-tall divine soul, holding a scepter and emanating holy light. The saintly attire, the pure radiance, the majestic aura.

This… isn’t this the infamous Church of Light with the most followers and the strongest strength amongst all dimensions?

Wait a minute, Anthony scolded the Light Gods the most, how could he be from the Church of Light?

The Church of Light would have been challenge enough, but the one standing before him, the Divine Soul, was even more powerful than Glasgow. His senses reliably informed him that he couldn’t withstand a single blow from this adversary.

Instinctively, Glasgow stammered out, “No, it’s not possible.”

“Off to the fields with you.” The Divine Soul’s staff swung downward.

On the spot, Glasgow grabbed the two Devil Beasts beside him and flung them outward.

The Divine Soul’s staff twattered, twisting and avoiding the two Devil Beasts, continuing its path towards Glasgow. Its trajectory and force changes so subtle it was nothing short of exquisite.

This sight was inherently contradictory, after all, a staff shouldn’t be used to strike people, much like an extremely rotund dragon attempting to dance, it was utterly absurd.

Frantically, Glasgow formed his dual hands into claws. But he was aghast to discover that the power of the molten earth was completely non-existent.

How could there possibly be the molten earth here? This interdimensional hub was a massive floating platform, its foundation entirely composed of buildings, solely there to guard against demons.

Glasgow had other tricks, of course, but there was no time left. The only thing he had time to do was open his mouth, spewing a mouthful of molten fire onto the Divine Soul.

However, the Divine Soul radiated with holy light, splitting open the molten fire, crashing into Glasgow’s face.

His whole face collapsed, Glasgow transformed into a statue of charred rock, crashing to the ground and shattering.

Between the shattered fragments, hot lava drained towards the centre of the fragments.

“Trying to flee?” A great Earth Monument was thrown over, landing in the pile of charred rocks, causing the ground to shake. A wave of terror erupted from the Monument.

Demons have so many tricks, and Negris was well prepared, he directly dug out the Lord of Terror’s monolith. Only a demon knows how to deal with a demon.

The Lord of Terror was excited and thrilled, “Hehehe, darling, come onto my monument and be a part of my body.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The power of the earth was nowhere near as concentrated as the true demonic power. Oh god, after over a thousand years, he finally had the chance to be reborn.

“Lor… Lord!?” Glasgow’s fear came from within the charred rocks. He was merely a Great Demon, the Demon King was a level above him; in his current state, he had no way to resist.

Without willing it, the boiling lava flowed towards the Earth Monument, becoming part of the Lord of Terror.

The rest of Glasgow’s followers were left stunned; it all happened so fast. To describe it as such would be a considerable understatement, but in reality, it only took just about ten seconds. They had just teleported in, and by the time the light had faded and they could see clearly, their Great Demon Glasgow had already been crushed to death.

Then, Anthony’s Divine Soul, holding his staff, aimed at each of the petrified demons and asked: “Do you know how to grow vegetables?”

A shake of the head.

Crushed. Dead.

“Do you know how to grow vegetables?”

“Mer… Mercy! Please…”

Crushed. Dead.

“Do you know how to grow vegetables?”

“I can learn, sir, give me a chance, I can be a qualified ploughing ox.” A demon, with two curved horns and broad shoulders, looking quite ‘bullish,’ pleaded ingratiatingly.

“Good, stand aside for now.” Anthony moved his staff away.

The remaining demons quickly caught on to the secret of survival, shouting incessantly, “Sir, sir, I can learn, I can learn!”

Luther sheathed his Dragon Pattern Steel Core sword, lamenting, “Again, I was too slow; my sword, if you keep this up, you might rust.”

Nodding in profound agreement, the Little Angel flapped his wings, “Rust.”

“Huh? You learned another word? Come, come, say it again.” Negris flew over in surprise. This was the third word the Little Angel had learned, the third word in addition to ‘scream’ and ‘call’.

“Scream!” The Little Angel sucker-punched him in the eye.

“It seems I was hallucinating. I must have heard wrong.” Negris covered his eye and muttered complaints as he flew away.

Anthony’s Divine Soul refreshing returned to his body, dispelling his feelings of being tricked. Then he turned to the approaching Negris and said thoughtfully, “A Great Demon daring to commit interdimensional robbery, it seems that over the years, the power levels of the various dimensions have greatly declined.”

“Indeed, who would dare to randomly traverse dimensions to commit robbery like Steadfast Locke used to, back in the day? And for such weak beings to dare to do so and survive, it’s unthinkable now.”