Chapter 1244

"I knew it, you dead skeleton, being so enthusiastic, you didn't want to complete the Tree God's task at all; you just wanted to get a type of rootstock to graft your crops," Negris said, annoyed.

Negris knew something was wrong. Ang not only didn't resist the Tree God's task but was also very active and proactive. It originally thought he was active because there were new things to plant, but it didn't expect to still underestimate him.

Ang wasn't interested in the task; it was purely because Kadizi gave him a shrub that could survive in this environment and could be cultivated into a rootstock.

Rootstock is a plant used for grafting. Some crops have delicious fruits, but their root systems are not developed, or their main stems are too fragile; anyway, they have various shortcomings. In this situation, one can graft the fruiting branches and buds onto a strong plant. This plant is called rootstock.

Negris knew that grafting watermelon seedlings onto winter melon vines greatly improved both the root system and the ability to resist diseases and pests, and it also knew that grafting grape seedlings onto other rootstocks prevented the grapes from getting grape phylloxera, as grape roots are prone to it.

However, some grape fruits infected with special mold can brew a special wine—noble rot wine.

These were all knowledge summarized by the planting masters at the Plane Grain Assembly, but Ang just wanted to get rootstock to graft his crops.

Slitting the bark of the rootstock, Ang directly used Chaos Mist to manifest a bud, wrapped it under the bark, leaving only a very small opening, and then stepped on the Death Aura.

Using Chaos Mist to manifest a bud was too extravagant, but now Ang didn't have dimensional space and couldn't leave seeds inside; otherwise, cultivating plants in dimensional space would save Chaos Mist.

Now it was still small-scale grafting; when cultivating on a large scale, the wasted Chaos Mist would be like the sea.

The outer bark of the rootstock clearly had powerful heat insulation ability. Ang burned it with high heat of three thousand degrees, and the outer bark showed no change. And the opening position was on the dark side of the rootstock, without direct sunlight, and the hole opened was small, and Ang even used air to block the hole.

Under multiple protections, the bud wasn't scorched, but quickly withered and died.

"Failed? What's going on?" Negris asked strangely.

Ang kicked away the footprints and said, "Grew too fast."

The bud hadn't connected to the rootstock, there was no nutrient supply, and as soon as it accelerated, it withered.

Try again. This time Ang didn't use a bud but manifested a branch and directly wrapped it under the rootstock's bark.

If he couldn't use the Death Aura, he could only wait slowly. After waiting for a full twenty-plus hours, Ang's intent swept over and found that the branch and rootstock had already grown together, with nutrient supply, only then did he step on the footprints again.

The surrounding rootstocks one after another sprouted bud points.

In these twenty-plus hours, Ang naturally couldn't just wait there stupidly. He grafted most of the rootstocks with valuable crops.

For the remaining two rootstocks, Ang piled Star Soil into mounds, stuck them on top, then stepped on the footprints, and used the Death Aura to accelerate for a full twenty-plus hours. Both rootstocks grew into two large shrubs.

Good, there was rootstock to use again.

Watching Ang happily splitting the shrub branches, Negris sighed. Whatever, anyway, they were just here to help the Little Angel; if the play failed, it would be the Little Angel's fault.

Thinking of this, Negris asked, "Where are those two Little Angels?"

"Ran off long ago. She doesn't like staying with you; you always scold her," Anthony said.

"What's wrong with scolding her? Such a big person, sitting without a sitting posture, standing without a standing posture, can't stay for a few minutes, twisting around," Negris said, annoyed.

The Little Angel and the Little Zombie, who had run far away long ago, were currently soaking in the molten fire on the surface of the Divine Star, only revealing two heads, quietly watching a large area in front that had suddenly become calm.

The Little Angel could Star-Shift, so as long as it was within her sight, she could arrive in an instant, coming down from the leaves easily and silently.

Having soaked in the molten fire for two days, in fact, the place where she and the Little Zombie were was no longer entirely molten fire; a portion of it had already transformed into her large wings, but the color and attributes were exactly the same as the molten fire, and there was no difference visible from the outside.

The light disaster caused by Ang invading the interior of the Divine Star led to small bubbles constantly emerging on the surface, and the Little Angel and the Little Zombie were also used to this bubbling situation. But now, an area in front suddenly stopped bubbling very strangely.

Sensing something wrong, the Little Angel and the Little Zombie hurriedly shrank into the molten fire and wings, only revealing half a head.

After watching for a while, that strangely calm area that wasn't bubbling slowly moved, moving toward the position of the Little Angel and the other.

The Little Angel hurriedly retracted her wings, wrapping both herself and the Little Zombie.

A strange sluggish force slid past their location, and even the temperature of the molten fire dropped a lot, and the bubbles disappeared.

The Little Angel held her breath and concentrated like this until those sluggish feelings slid past their location and moved toward the direction of the World Tree.

The Little Angel and the Little Zombie looked at each other, without needing to speak, they nodded with great tacit understanding. The Little Zombie virtualized, and the "molten fire" around the Little Angel slid, carrying her and the Little Angel to slide forward.

Following that calm area from afar, thanks to the light disaster bubbles caused by Ang, if it were the calm situation when they first arrived here, even if this strange area appeared, others wouldn't be able to discover it.

Just like this, following it for a distance, finally watching it drill into a huge hole between the tree roots.

The canopy of the World Tree covered one-third of the Divine Star, yet its roots actually extended over a small half of the Divine Star, coiling together to form a huge land.

At the junction of the "land" and the molten fire, there were countless holes formed when the roots coiled, each of which could easily fit a main plane.

The Little Angel followed and slid in, following all the way to the depths of the hole. At a slope position, that calm area suddenly bulged up like a piece of cloth, a humanoid figure bulged inside, and floated toward the slope.

While floating, the "cloth" draped over the body flowed down like water, flowing back into the molten fire, revealing this humanoid figure.

On the slope, a voice laughed: "Haha, it's someone from Gamezburg."

The humanoid figure floating toward the slope asked, stunned: "What Gamezburg?"

"Unexpected, right? The living things here call our Divine Star Gamezburg. Let's just be like this in the future. In the future, you'll be called Ge-burg, I'll be called Mai-burg, and that so-and-so will be called Zi-burg, hahaha." The voice on the slope laughed.

(End of chapter)