Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Ange's mind was flicked to the end of the void. At first, countless colorful rays of light flew back, and his mind seemed to be traveling through a colorful passage. This was a unique phenomenon when moving quickly.

But soon, this light disappeared, leaving only darkness. If Ange hadn't felt that the distance between him and his body was getting farther and farther, it would be easy to think that he was not moving.

Is this the energy level desert?

Ange suddenly had a deeper understanding of the energy level desert. There was really nothing there, not even this unique phenomenon of fast movement.

After a long time, Ange still didn't feel anything. In other words, he was still in the 'desert'. He silently calculated the distance in his heart and found that he had passed through at least sixteen anchor points at both ends of the chaos surface. distance.

You know, the anchor points on one side are 160 million kilometers. Adding both sides together, plus the width of the chaos surface itself, the distance between the anchor points at both ends is at least 400 million kilometers.

But now, he has traveled sixteen such distances and still hasn't felt anything.

Seventeen...Nineteen...Thirty...Ange felt that his power was constantly being consumed, and he actually began to feel exhausted.

He won't die, right? Will consciousness die if it is too far away from the body? Could it be that the consciousness of the original divine light dissipated like this?

Ange stopped, surrounded by darkness, the kind of darkness where up, down, left and right could not be distinguished. There was nothing and nothing could be sensed.

But what reassured him was that after he stopped, his strength began to slowly recover, and a steady stream of faith energy was projected into his thoughts.

Even he was struggling. Could it be that Wang was ejected too far, so he called for help?

No, no, Ange quickly shook his head to get rid of this speculation. He was only sending his thoughts, while the king directly ejected the entire soul and would not die because it was too far away from the body.

However, if there is no power projection from the main body, will the king die due to exhaustion of soul energy?

It was rare for Ange to think wildly there, because the surroundings were too quiet. Ange couldn't see anything, couldn't do anything, couldn't do anything except divergent thinking, let alone grow vegetables.

It was so boring, and without waiting for full recovery, Ange continued to fly forward after accumulating some strength.

Just like this, he flew and stopped, and after an unknown period of time, Ange suddenly sensed the king's breath. The breath was like a mark, pointing clearly to a certain location.

Ange was already sleepy due to this state. He wished he could sleep for a while and then fly over in one breath after his strength was fully restored. However, he didn't know if the king would still have his life at that time.

So after sensing the aura, he couldn't care less. He immediately threw it at the mark left by the king, and then his thoughts went dark.

"Bang!" Ange was woken up by a kick, followed by a burst of curses: "Go to work quickly, you have been lazy all day long, if the parts weren't too expensive, I would dismantle you."

Ange looked up and saw that it was a 'human being'. Why the quotation marks? Because Ange was not sure. Although the other party looked exactly like a human being, his body was filled with a chaotic force.

Ange tilted his head and began to look at himself. His mind was actually attached to a construct? There is a black crystal inlaid on the chest, Chaos Black Crystal?

In this black crystal, Ange sensed the king's aura.

The king marked this black crystal? Where is the king?

Ange was full of doubts, and at the same time he raised his head and looked around.

Looking around, everywhere you look, there are low shrubs, rows and rows, extending to the end of the horizon.

Between the bushes, there is a construct exactly like him at a distance, tending the bushes, pruning the branches, and picking fruits.

What these shrubs bear are not fruits, but red crystal stones.

This seems to be a farm where constructs grow red crystals.

Ange took a look at the red crystal and found that it was filled with the power of chaos. Can the power of chaos be grown?

The scene in front of him subverted Ange's understanding. The power of chaos is obviously the exclusive power of the eternal divine light. It makes matter and energy return to disorder. It is one of the most original powers of the void. But now it stays in the crystal obediently. No confusion at all.

The black crystal on his chest is also very strange. It is obviously a black crystal from chaos, but it is embedded in an ordinary structure. The same structure is all over the farm, and it is nothing special.

And that human being is also very strange. He looks like a human being, but he has the power of chaos. Why can a human being possess this most original power of the void?

Everything possesses the most original power of the void. No wonder Wang wants to shout for help. He seems to be in a magical place.

"Oops, it's not moving again. Annoying, these rags break all the time. When will they be able to send some high-end goods from above?" Maybe it was because he was so absorbed in thinking that he stood there for too long. Others thought he was broken. He kicked the ball just now. The voice that woke Ange sounded again.

The human came over, picked up Ange's neck and dragged him out of the farm to a building that might be a warehouse. He threw him into a corner and shouted loudly: "Wrench, another one is broken. Fix it quickly, otherwise there will be nothing left to work with.”

The corner was already filled with a bunch of scattered constructs of the same style. Ange didn't know the situation, so he didn't dare to move and lay quietly among the constructs.

At a repair table not far away, the human called Wrench raised his head and responded with dissatisfaction: "If you don't have anything to work with, just go to the ground and do it yourself. I don't have eight hands, how can I repair it? You might as well apply." It would be better if the higher-ups send some high-end goods.”

It's high-end goods again. It seems that people here are full of yearning for high-end goods.

Ange quietly looked at the wrench and found that his body was also filled with the power of chaos. What's going on? Are all humans here equipped with the power of chaos?

"I want to, but every time I apply, it says 'It's not unusable'. Do you want to repair it? I have to work in the fields, and you can't run away. It will be your turn next." Bring Ange in. After the human said that, he turned and left.

Wrench snorted in dissatisfaction, walked over, looked at Ange, and said heartbrokenly: "This damn guy doesn't cherish things at all, and doesn't do any maintenance. No wonder it's broken every day."

Wrench cursed as he found lubricating grease and a knee joint, replaced Ange's more worn left knee, and sprayed it with lubricating oil.

He checked it carefully: "Nothing is broken. It may be that it has no soul power. Let's go and recharge your soul."

After saying that, he carried Ange to a rack and hung it up. He inserted a tube into Ange's chest, just covering the black crystal on his chest, activated a button, and then returned to the maintenance table. .

A steady stream of soul energy poured into the Chaos Black Crystal from the tube.

The whole 'soul charging' process lasted until late at night, but just after six o'clock, a mechanical timer in the warehouse rang a few times, and the wrench let out a 'woohoo' and ran away cheering, leaving only one soul in the entire warehouse. Stack constructs and various boxes.

It wasn't until late at night that Ange felt that the soul crystal was full and could no longer be charged with soul energy. He thought about it, unplugged the tube, got off the rack, and began to explore the entire warehouse.

Part of the warehouse was transformed into a maintenance space. There were several maintenance tables with disassembled structures placed on them. There was a pile of incomplete structures in the corner, piled up in a mess and forming a hill.

Ange is almost in the best condition among these constructs. After all, he is not really broken, but he was distracted when thinking about things, so he was mistakenly thought to be broken. The construct cannot think, stop. It must be broken when it comes down.

There were various boxes stacked in another part of the warehouse, some of which were sealed. Ange scanned them with his mind and found that there were cube-shaped pieces of food inside.

I also checked several other different boxes, which contained food such as rice, noodles, and meat. The meat was not only sealed, but also contained in an alchemy box. The temperature in the box was very low.

Ange somewhat understood the function of this low-temperature box. It turned out to be refrigeration, which was a backward food preservation method and not as easy to use as his divine realm.

His War and Peace Divine Realm can not only preserve freshness, but also sterilize and disinfect. It is the best way to handle food. Food will never spoil if placed in it.

The remaining boxes all contain the red crystals grown in the bushes outside. However, these boxes are not only sealed, but also restricted and cannot be opened at all.

After walking around in a circle, Ange explored every corner, but could not find any clues about the king. Where did the king go?

Looking left and right, Ange saw the pile of incomplete constructs in the corner, and then looked at his right knee.

The right knee joint was actually quite badly worn, but he didn't know whether it was due to a shortage of parts or not enough to replace it, so he didn't replace the wrench.

Ange turned over the broken structures, selected a good joint, and two slightly worn soles, and replaced them with himself. He was familiar with doing this kind of thing, just like replacing the skeletons in the Palace of Rest. The same bones.

After changing, I kicked my legs and felt a little more flexible, but it was meaningless. The two humans here had the power of chaos. Compared with them, the body of the construct was too fragile, and it was easily picked up by the opponent. Carry it over.

It would be great if my own body could come over...

After thinking about it, Ange took off the black crystal on the chest of the most damaged construct.

Returning to the rack, Ange put the 'soul-charging' tube on the black crystal, preparing to fill it up as well. The situation here was unknown, so reserve more soul energy just in case.

But seeing this pipe, Ange suddenly remembered that he seemed to have never checked what was behind the pipe. What was it that could produce a steady stream of soul energy? Will there be any news left by the king there?

Follow the pipe to the wall. I don't know what kind of material the wall is made of, which can block the soul from penetrating. It may be because Ange's current soul is too weak.

But it doesn't matter, if the soul can't penetrate, then it can be penetrated physically. Ange carefully pried off a brick through the gap between the bricks, and looked in through the hole in the brick. What he saw shocked him.

A mourning soul was tightly bound in place by a magic circle. Several metal pillars continuously stripped the soul energy from the mourning soul and transported it to the outside through pipes.

It turns out that the soul energy comes from this mourning soul, and they actually use the mourning soul as a 'soul charger' to replenish energy for the construct.

The mourning soul seemed to have sensed something. He glanced over with all his strength and saw a construct. It gave off a trace of confusion, and then he suddenly remembered something and sent out a message excitedly: "Ange? "

king? Is this the king?