Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 1733 - 1294: Huh? Where’s the Handle?

The Ancient Man Snake felt increasingly addicted to the touch of the Black Crystal Plane Hammer in its hand, somewhat reluctant to throw it away. Not to mention the excellent grip, crafted with ergonomic precision, ensuring that all the applied force seamlessly acts on the hammer’s texture; alone, let’s talk about its integrity.

This is the most solid, massive object the Ancient Man Snake has ever seen in the Void.

Large mass differs from large volume; for instance, the remnants of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms have a significant volume but the mass is just so-so, potentially not even comparable to an ordinary rocky plane. Using it to smash things is like using a wooden hammer to hit nails.

Those rocky planes do have mass, but they’re too loose, merely dragging them along fearing disintegration. Even with the last Giant Crystal Plane it fancied, it dared not drag it too fast, just fearing it would fall apart.

However, now with this hammer, the Ancient Man Snake is increasingly delighted, sensing its potential to become its exclusive weapon rather than a one-time tool.

The Black Crystal is completely integrated, and while there are many voids inside, the blocks are cohesive, making it not just a loose plane but a solid piece of Black Crystal.

"I’ve heard Black Crystal will grow into a single entity under ample breath of death, looks like this is the result post-growth," muttered the Ancient Man Snake.

Black Crystal is one of the top five most hardened materials in the Void. Unless under excessive energy impacts like the World-Ending Magic Formation, it’s incredibly difficult to destroy.

If upgraded to Chaos Black Crystal, it’s even more extraordinary; even excessive energy impacts might not destroy it.

Now, using it to smash the God Star would precisely produce ’excessive’ energy impacts, likely damaging the Black Crystal Plane Hammer — such a waste.

Smashing the God Star; the resulting destruction might be no different from using ordinary planes to smash, but if using it on ordinary planes, it shatters at one hit.

Upon realizing this point, the Ancient Man Snake regretted not bringing the Giant Crystal Plane along, sparing the need to waste a rare handy weapon. Or should it turn around to pick up the Giant Crystal Plane?

After hesitating for a while, the Ancient Man Snake finally decided not to, much like an ordinary person finding a straight handy stick on the road, fond of it yet with limited daily use, likely tossed behind the door to mold. Hence, weighing the pros and cons, most people wouldn’t turn around to pick up another.

With decision settled, the Ancient Man Snake starts to dash, the faster the speed, the greater the impact of the hammer strike. Given the sturdiness of the Black Crystal Plane, even several times faster would be fine.

Thus, it rushes along the way, soon seeing the God Star, as its front fiercely plunges into the Space Rift.

In the Void, tens of thousands of kilometers away from the God Star, a not-so-thick vine pierces through the Void, emerges, then spills a pile of fruits explosively outward in all directions, quickly retracting back.

These fruits scatter evenly nearby, then successively explode open, showering a large amount of powder all around, forming a fog-like wall.

Numerous identical vines burst through at similar distances from the God Star, spewing fruits, exploding into fog walls. Soon, the fog walls encircle the God Star’s location.

"Huh, what’s it doing?" Seeing this, Negris asked in surprise. "Wants to catch the God Star alive?"

Ange shook his head. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Anthony speculated, "Probably intends to intercept the God Star’s power released after the explosion; otherwise, it’d scatter into the Void, wasting it."

"Is it so sure it can smash the God Star?" Negris asked.

Anthony responded, "Maybe, but even just one smash can explode quite a bit of gold coins...power, these fogs are meant to gather the power."

Ange nodded, then reached out, his arm penetrating the space, retracted with a large cluster of mist absorbed in his palm.

Bound by Ange’s palm, these mists seemed alive, constantly probing around, realizing they were confined, astonishingly they banged against each other, trying to break free.

But a mere bit of mist couldn’t possibly breach Ange’s binding, not even transmitting a speck of information, because they were in Kram’s hand.

"What’s this? Spores?" Negris curiously asked.

Ange shook his head. "Pollen."

"This is pollen? Seems aggressive. Any special characteristics?" Negris scrutinized the pollen mist.

Ange manifested a stalk of rice spike, specifically at its pollination period, stuffing it into his palm. Instantly, the pollen swarmed onto the flowers like bees lured by nectar.

Quickly, each blossom on the rice spike sprouted bizarre, varied-shaped fruits, vines, flower buds, etc.

Imagine a rice spike yielding bizarre things—is it as repugnant as hundreds of tumors growing on a person?

Negris gasped in shock, exclaiming, "Can it pollinate rice? How is that possible? Different species can’t pollinate."

Animals have reproductive isolation, as do plants; using apple pollen for rice pollination wouldn’t yield anything, yet this pollen astonishingly caused a single rice spike to produce various items. It’s more absurd than interspecies romance.

Anthony exclaimed in disbelief, "If it can pollinate any plant, what would it yield by pollinating the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms? Is this possibly its parasitic method on the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms?"

"Too disgusting, Ange, toss it away," disgusted Negris remarked.

Ange glanced over the rice spike with his intent, shook his head, plucked off all the bizarre growth, organized them, then reached out to catch another batch of mist, storing and sealing them.

Seeing his action, Negris exclaimed peevishly, "Are you gonna use these to cultivate mutants? Can you cultivate anything that ends up in your possession? Aren’t you afraid to help it grow?"

The most precious aspect of plants is the bloodline-mutated individual; rice is cultivated from barnyard grass through such mutated individuals, evolving into plump rice grains through breeding.

Ange’s stance, without a doubt, shows favor in the Ancient Man Snake pollen’s mutation ability. Its pollen can make a single rice spike yield diverse shapes; its mutation capability is formidable.

Ange shook his head. "No imprint, mark, cannot control, only, lineage."

If that’s indeed the case, then it’s fine; with only bloodline, Ancient Man Snake wouldn’t control these things, akin to how the Dragon God can’t control the Giant Dragon or the Dragonkin even if they both possess its bloodline.

After tidying everything up, Ange glances towards the Ancient Man Snake’s direction; due to the Spiritual Locking Contract, despite the physical Gray Divine Star between them, he can see through to the opposite Ancient Man Snake. Negris and Anthony share his vision, seeing as well.

Right at the distance, the Ancient Man Snake thrusts its front forward, with its long body vigorously contracting, swinging the Black Crystal Plane it dragged behind forward.

But just as it swung halfway, it suddenly felt the roots lighten.

"Huh? The handle?" The hammer handle, originally firmly entwined by its roots, had suddenly disappeared without a trace.

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