Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 433: Chapter 258: Why, There’s no Soil? _2

Dyson didn’t hesitate to sacrifice a duplicate of himself, not to defeat a single enemy, but to wipe out all his enemies, especially Anthony. But now, where are all the enemies? There was only one left.

The Fire of Mass Faith, unable to find its target, turned back towards Ange, all converging into the Sacred Flame in the palm of his Boundary-crossing Hand.

A little ghost popped out of Ange’s finger, his cheeks puffed up as he fiercely bit the Sacred Flame. It was only a small bite, and it was so filling that the little ghost began burping, sighed out a breath, and then shrunk back. The Sacred Flame in the palm of Ange’s hand showed no decrease in size.

Negris’s voice echoed in Ange’s soul: “Get out of the water first.”

Oh, with a thought, Ange shot out from the bottom like a cannonball, breaking through the water and heading in the opposite direction of the incoming light.

In the water, the density of the Water Element made movement much more effortless than in the air. It wasn’t long before Ange reached the surface of the water, shooting his entire body up into the air.

Falling from the sky and landing back on the water’s surface, the moment Ange’s feet touched, the water quickly solidified, quickly forming a large piece of floating ice on which Ange stood, floating in the water.

“Where are we?” Negris asked urgently, the slap of the Dimension Beast had sent Ange flying into god knows where, and also knocked him offline.

Looking around, an endless expanse of water glimmered in every direction, as if they were in the middle of a large ocean.

“Are we at sea? Are we still in the Master Plane?” Negris was surprised. It seemed like only the Master Plane would have such a vast ocean made up of such a quantity of water.

But Ange shook his head: “No, the water isn’t salty.”

“Freshwater? Where are we?” If it was freshwater, then it definitely wasn’t the Master Plane anymore. Instead, it would be a plane Negris had never heard of, because he had never heard of a plane with an ocean made entirely of freshwater.

However, seeing the confused tilt of Ange’s head, Negris gave up: “Forget it, wherever we are just take out the Staff of Heaven, let’s teleport back. The teleportation scroll probably won’t work, I’ve never heard of this plane before, it must be far from the Master Plane.”

Ange raised his Boundary-crossing Hand, and the Sacred Flame was silently burning in his palm. While it was still the Fire of Mass Faith, the Sacred Flame in Ange’s hand wasn’t smoking and fizzling like the one in Harvey’s hand.

Ange didn’t even feel it harming him, but…

“Can’t reach it,” Ange said.

“What do you mean? Can’t reach the Resting Camp? Then surely you can’t get to the Staff of Heaven?” Negris asked.

Ange nodded.

“Can it be extinguished? Is this Fire of Mass Faith set by Dyson? I heard him shouting about a Storm of Faith, can the Fire of Mass Faith be used as a weapon?” Negris asked.

Ange shook his head.

“Uh, what do you mean by shaking your head?”

“Can’t extinguish, Dyson set it,” Ange spoke, uttering more words than usual.

“Ah? What should we do then? If you can’t extinguish the Fire of Mass Faith, doesn’t that mean your Boundary-crossing Hand will never be able to reach inside the Resting Camp?”

Ange shook his head, and raised his finger: “It can eat.”

Upon the finger, the Little Ghost floated up, tilted its head in thought, probably unsure of what Ange meant by raising it, but it reacted quickly when it heard the word ‘eat’, and bit Ange’s finger.

Unfortunately, Ange’s bones were too hard for the Little Ghost, who sighed and turned to pounce on the Sacred Flame, fiercely biting a piece off of it.

The Sacred Flame didn’t decrease, but the Little Ghost seemed satisfied, burping before dejectedly retreating back to Ange’s finger.

Negris scratched his head, wondering how long the process would take?

However, they couldn’t rush it, the Fire of Mass Faith was a spark that could ignite Divine Fire, it was not something easily extinguished.

They would have been wiped out if it wasn’t for Ange’s quick reaction, who could expect Dyson would use something like a Storm of Faith.

Ordinary people could do nothing about such flames. Once it sticks to you, it’s almost impossible to get rid of and can only be watched as it grows stronger before eventually burning you to death. The fact that the Little Ghost could eat it was a pleasant surprise.

Dyson was guessing to use this grand move due to Anthony’s presence. Who would have thought that Ange’s Space Solidification, combined with the Dimension Beast’s Dimensional Banishment, would break it?

Both Ange and the Dimension Beast were indispensable. Dyson must now regret his move.

Looking up at the sun, Ange put on a straw hat, the sunlight was too bright.

The floating ice beneath his feet was quickly melting under the intense sunlight. Ange didn’t bother to reinforce the ice, it was too hot on the ocean’s surface, better to stay submerged. Besides, he couldn’t drown anyway.

Just before the floating ice melted and he fell back into the water, a shadow appeared in the distance over the sea. It hovered about a meter over the sea surface, moving at high speed towards Ange.

As the distance closed, Ange could see the shadow clearly – a ten-meter long Goblin Airship with wings and a tail but no balloon, instead it had sails.

The flying sailboat was much faster than its balloon-carrying counterparts. It was soon upon Ange, and a woman leaned out from the deck shouting, “Don’t panic, I’m here to rescue you.”

Immediately after, a lifebuoy was thrown down from the boat, landing not far from Ange.

The airship sped past him as if it couldn’t stop. After moving some distance, it made a large U-turn, slowly reducing speed as it made its way back to Ange. It seemed as though the people on the boat had mistaken Ange for drowning and came over to rescue him.