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Negris blinked, suddenly thought of something, quickly ran towards Ange, asked for some things from him, then returned to John’s front.

He opened a bag of grain, revealing the golden grains inside, and then handed a fresh and juicy sweet beetroot to John: “Do you believe in the Undead?”

John, who had only eaten some grass roots and white mud for two days, was instantly attracted by the sweet beetroot and grain. He swallowed hard, wanting to reach out but not daring to do so.

“Do you believe in the Undead? These are the gifts from the Undead God. Believe in the Undead God, and they will be yours.” Negris said sincerely.

John suddenly grabbed the beetroot, biting into it with all his might: “I believe.”

Ange looked up in slight astonishment because he sensed a strong belief, a robust Soul Flame floated over.

“Sweet, is it sweet?!” John’s eyes were shining.

“Sweet. Eat slowly, they’re yours now.” Negris patted his shoulder and flew up with pride: See, I can win over believers too.

Clearly, he had been upset about the incident with the Minotaur aunt previously. Fortunately, Lisa did not follow or else she would have died laughing.

A large number of corpses began to move under Ange’s King’s Arrival ability. They knocked off large chunks of phosphates and dragon (feces) along with breathing soil and moved them in front of Ange, and then Ange transferred them to the farm in Resting Camp.

These substances would be experimented with by Ange to figure out appropriate proportions, along with volcanic ash, grass ash, bone powder and the like, buried in the soil to improve soil fertility.

He didn’t hesitate to scrape off all the Soul Moss and bury it in the breathing soil. Other magic crops might not be suitable, but Soul Moss was most suitable for preserving in breathing soil.

After agitating enough phosphate for the farm in Resting Camp, Ange did not let the corpses stop but continued to dig and transport. These things were excellent fertilizers and needed to be used on a large scale, so he decided to dig them up first and then figure out how to ship them.

Transportation was also a big problem. In the desert, merchants had the most say in hauling goods, like Jimmy, he would never use his precious cargo space to carry fertilizer, and even if he did carry it, no one could afford it.

But would Ange care? As long as it was useful, he would gladly use the Resting Camp to transport things.

Negris flew over, somewhat surprised to see that the corpses were still moving: “These corpses have been active for quite a while, can your King’s Arrival sustain for this long?”

Ange responded, “Not mine, Locke’s. They, forever.”

Negris was shocked: “You mean they’ve been reborn as Undead and won’t disintegrate with the duration of King’s Arrival?”

Ange nodded.

King’s Arrival could summon corpses, but they were limited by time. Within the skill’s range, Ange could manipulate them at will and use them for extended periods. But as soon as they left the skill’s range, they would disintegrate quickly.

But now, Ange was telling him that these corpses had been reborn as Undead, which meant that unless affected by external factors, these corpses could keep moving indefinitely.

Such a wide range of reincarnation could not be achieved by Ange’s King’s Arrival. Only Steadfast Locke could probably do it. Did Ange actually possess Steadfast Locke’s strength with his Ultimate Transformation Technique?

In theory, it was possible. This was precisely the essence of the Ultimate Transformation Technique. The legendary Ultimate Transformation Technique could transform into a god and use the god’s power to kill the god.

However, legends were just that. Ange was already astonishing Negris by transforming into Steadfast Locke’s appearance, aura, and some of his power. But looking at the current situation, it seemed that Ange may indeed possess Steadfast Locke’s power when he transforms.

Did this farming skeleton really have such terrifying spiritual power?

Forget it, don’t think about it. Ange has been a freak for quite some time, it’s better to get used to it.

“I spoke with that human for a little while and I have an idea of where we are. The humans call this place Fallen Dragon Gorge. Facing the gorge, there’s a big lake they call Fallen Dragon Lake, and two big rivers flow into this lake from the west and the north.”

“There are quite a few oases and villages on both sides of the river, but the lake is a saltwater lake. There are many saline-alkali lands around the lake, which are not suitable for farming, so there are no villages near the lake. In recent years, because the amount of water in the West River and the Northern River has decreased, the lake surges during high tide and the brackish water submerges the farmland on both sides of the river, leading to salinization. It’s also led to a reduction in grain harvest, which is why there’s a famine now.”

“This human is called John, and he came here for a burial. Many of the corpses here are villagers from his village. According to the diary of the Spring Breeze Druid Loui, he likely came here looking for salt-tolerant gramineous plants and intended to crossbreed them with Magic Rice to cultivate a salt-tolerant rice species.”

When he said this, Negris’s voice had become somewhat somber, expressing both pity and admiration: “As expected of a being close to the truth; this is what a true Great Druid is, constantly striving to create a new rice species throughout his life. Unfortunately, he couldn’t complete the last step. If he could, the rice species that grows in saline-alkali lands would have probably been a divine item that could change the world.”

Ange tilted his head: “New rice species?” Among everything Negris had said, he was only interested in the new rice species.