Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 981 - 551 Do You Want to Scare the Dead Dragon?

Ange squatted there distressed, mass relocate people here? How to relocate, oh, farming is just not his specialty, and are we supposed to let everyone enter the Resting Palace and then carry them over one by one?

When would that end? What if they got torn in half? Living people aren’t as tough as Feiti and can’t be pieced back together like ordinary farming skeletons.

Go back and shove them over? That would be even slower, shoving two hundred people a day, even ten thousand days would only amount to two million people, it would take one hundred and fifty ten thousand days to reach thirty million.

Ange, fiddling with his fingers, couldn’t figure it out and had to ask Negris.

"Four thousand one hundred years, why do you ask?" Negris asked, puzzled.

Calculated like this, it didn’t seem too long, just cramming for four thousand years should do it...

"Pfft—you’re calculating this? Forget four thousand years, even a hundred years would see the people you crammed in front dying of old age, you’ll never reach thirty million, can’t you think of something reliable?" Negris exclaimed, blood spraying from his mouth.

Ange tilted his head, suddenly had an idea, "Multiply, make more."

"Pfft—" makes sense, in a hundred years, the people crammed at the front could have produced five or six generations already, encouraging them to breed more would collect the number in less than four thousand years.

Indeed, only a farming skeleton would come up with such a thought process.

Ange stood up, Negris, startled, lunged and embraced him, "What are you planning to do?"

"Go back, stuff people," Ange said.

Negris thought of cursing, but his face forced a smile, "Good idea, but there’s no time, let’s think of something else, no rush."

"Oh." Ange squatted down again in distress, what other methods could there be? He wasn’t skilled at this.

Negris wiped invisible cold sweat, this Dead Skull always comes up with something, but do these methods make any sense?

For the undead, of course they did, because time was the least valuable thing to them, and they were very willing to trade time for something else.

Only the Life Species, those with a limited lifespan, would conceive of time as pressing.

"Alright, alright, stop thinking about it. We’ll let Anthony think about these brainy tasks later, let’s go watch the Giant Dragons pulling carts," Negris hurriedly said, mostly afraid he’d come up with some unreliable ideas.

Everyone stepped outside, the Giant Dragons were ready to go, this location was already discovered by the Sorcerer Alliance, and they needed to move swiftly, nobody knew if the Sorcerer Alliance might come searching again.

The Void was vast and boundless, and without an efficient way to observe, just changing the position slightly, not too far, perhaps thousands of kilometers, would make it frustrating to find.

On the ground, moving thousands of kilometers would be challenging, but in the Void, just getting things moving would have them move in a straight line on their own, until someone stopped them.

The Giant Dragons were prepared, flying in the Void, attached by several large iron chains. These chains didn’t look new, probably used for a long time, suggesting this method had been used to move this "land" before as well.

Once ready, Diyali began to shout, "Listen to my command! Heave-ho! Pull harder! Heave-ho! Didn’t you eat?! Heave-ho! Little fat lamb! Heave-ho!..."

The land stayed motionless despite the shouting.

Diyali, embarrassed, chuckled and said, "There are fewer dragons, not enough to pull."

Previously, the Dragon Clan had as many as one hundred and sixty dragons, now only a few dozen remained, and what used to be movable might not be as tractable now.

Negris said, "Never mind, let’s help out too, make the ladder bridge come over and lend a hand."

"Set it up, the sorcerer’s ladder simply doesn’t have enough strength for dragging or pushing tasks; forcibly doing so would just break the ladder," Durken scolded and waved his hand to back the ladder off.

In the end, out of options, everyone had no choice but to don a metal chain, Anthony included.

Seeing that brute force would not budge it, Anthony quickly stowed away his absurdly expensive Pope robe and changed into a set of ordinary clothing.

Everyone took their positions, and Diyali called out the orders again.

Through united efforts, the ’land’ trembled slightly but that was it, not even Ange in his transformed Dragon God form could pull it.

The landmass was too large, with hundreds of kilometers in diameter; getting it to move was no easy feat, a task only deemed possible in the Void. On the Plane, even ten thousand more giant dragons wouldn’t be able to shift this ’land’.

Everyone exerted their utmost effort to no avail, a gap of over a hundred giant dragons, clearly, was not something Ange and a few others could bridge.

"What do we do? Just leave this thing here and move everyone else," Negris said helplessly.

In the Void, no one was a match for the Sorcerer Alliance. Previously, it was only because Ange and others launched a surprise attack, and Hayden misjudged their strength, winding up walking right into his death.

If they pulled back to fight at a distance, Ange’s side, except for Feiti, would probably be unable to approach the enemy and could only be passively beaten, likely even struggling to flee.

And with such a sorcerer’s ladder, the Sorcerer Alliance had about a dozen, of which at least eight could be deployed. If they don’t relocate quickly now, by the time the Sorcerer Alliance mobilizes enough force, they’d have no chance to escape.

Ange shook his head firmly, "No."

Negris thought for a moment and replied, "Right, without the ’land,’ the dragons would have nowhere to land. With nothing to eat, they’d soon die, unless they returned to the Plane."

"What are you talking about?" Ange tilted his head incomprehensibly and pointed at the ’land’: "Divine Wood, mine."

"Pfft—so that’s what you meant. How did this Divine Wood become yours? It clearly belongs to the Dragon Clan," Negris said irritably, thinking the Dead Skull was concerned about the dragons, but it turned out he was claiming the Divine Wood Land as his own.

Ange patted himself, "Me, Dragon God."

"...You make a good point, Kvada. Am I now unable to argue even with you?" Negris said despondently, "So what do we do now? We can’t drag it. Why don’t you go back and cram a few more people over here?"

At that, Negris suddenly brightened, "Yes, go back and bring Brooks and the others over, have them transform into human form, bring them over then change back to giant dragons. There are dozens of dragons in the Master Plane, together they should suffice to pull it."

Ange shook his head and dropped a line, "Let them pull," and then flew towards the void behind the land.

"Hey, where are you going? Diyali, tell everyone to pull hard, and no matter what happens, do not let go," Negris quickly shouted and then sped in Ange’s direction.

This Dead Skull must have thought of something, although sometimes unreliable, it can’t be denied that his ideas generally solve the issue, just like the previous method. If everyone could wait a few hundred or a thousand years, they certainly would gather a population of thirty million.

Flying deep into the Void, when the distance seemed about right, Ange stopped, pulled out a vertically-pupiled bead, and his shape immediately transformed—Ultimate Transformation Technique.

Negris’ whole body shivered, a chill running from the crown of his head to the soles of his feet, an endless fear bubbling up from deep within his veins, causing all his scales to stand on end.

That was Negris’ sensation. Far away, Diyali and all the giant dragons felt it even more intensely, many dragons uncontrollably began to scream, instinctively lunging forward, completely forgetting the chains still on them.

Under intense fear, all the giant dragons tapped into their potential, and the ’land’ actually began to move slowly.

"Are you trying to scare the dragons to death!" Negris roared angrily.

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