Chapter 343: Scraping Away Even the Soil

When counting the skulls earlier, Ang had already suspected—the terrain here, its size, was nearly identical to the Holy Heaven, except for the lack of buildings and the planar barrier.

"Heaven? Heaven Fortress? Here?" Nagelis frowned, circling around with Ang, even walking to the edge of the flat plane and gazing outward.

Indeed, it was a perfect half-sphere identical to Heaven—if a planar barrier were added, it would become a perfect circle like the Holy Heaven.

"It really is identical, Feiti. What place is this?" Nagelis asked.

"Undead Fortress," Feiti said.

"Undead Fortress? Why does it look exactly like the Holy Heaven?" Nagelis asked.

Feiti sneered: "You mean those holy light bugs? Yeah, we took it from them. They used to call it the Light Fortress—I seized it with the Witch, then renamed it Undead Fortress."

"I planned to use it to approach their Heaven Fortress through the Void, leap over, and seize it too—but the Forgotten God stopped me," Feiti said, sounding resentful.

Nagelis asked in shock: "You mean this plane can move? Through the Void?"

"Of course… uh, I don't even know if it can still be activated. The Witch's people handled that—I only handled the fighting." Feiti hesitated, remembering it had been over a thousand years.

After searching everywhere, he found no way to activate it—could it be inside?

But the interior required the Heaven Staircase to enter; otherwise, you'd have to dig a deep pit. He thought about it and decided against it—still didn't understand the Heaven Fortress, let alone dig pits.

This place didn't even have a planar barrier—if they were going to seize something, it had to be the Heaven Fortress. That fortress also had Void-movement capability; originally, it had moved through the Void to hover above the Abyss of Rest.

"Forget it, we'll study it later. Let's go," Nagelis said, eager to leave before anything else happened—afraid Feiti might remember the soul crystals. But when he turned, Ang and the others were gone again.

Nagelis groaned: "What are they up to now? That damn skull."

Sigh. He was used to it. Ang wouldn't change. After muttering a few complaints, Nagelis wearily took flight.

As soon as he rose, he saw them: Ang and the other two were driving away the skulls. The slower ones got whacked on the head with the Archangel's Staff by the little angel—thump, thump, thump.

After clearing the skulls, Ang scraped away the soil on the surface and began digging into the earth beneath.

"What are you doing?" Nagelis suddenly felt a dread—this spot was the center of the entire plane, equivalent to the Gods' Square in the Holy Heaven, where the fertile Divine Soil grew, the soil capable of nurturing Divine Trees.

As expected, what Ang dug up was Divine Soil—he piled it to the side.

Nagelis was frantic: "You're not seriously planning to scrape off all this soil, are you? Do you know how heavy this soil is? How much soul flame will you waste?"

Feiti froze upon hearing this: "Dig up the soil? This… you come here and leave me not even a speck of dirt? Where am I supposed to sleep?"

"No no no, there isn't much of this soil—it only exists in this area," Nagelis hurried to say, fearing Feiti's anger.

Anger wasn't the issue—it was just excessive. Even the topsoil?

Other things were fine, but farming was sacred—how could they abandon it? To avoid wasting soul crystals, Ang pulled out magic crystals and used a teleportation array to send 300, 00 tons of Divine Soil to the World Transit Station.

Thanks to the World Transit Station, at least 90% of the magic crystals were saved.

The Bone Skeleton also arrived. Feiti projected onto it, looked around at the desolate landscape, and exclaimed: "How did the Abyss of Rest become so barren? Where's the Golden Road? The Grain Road?"

"Didn't I tell you not to follow?" Nagelis sighed.

"You guys dug up my land—can't I send a projection to take a look? Otherwise, where do I sleep?" Feiti replied, perfectly reasonable.

"Fine, fine, go ahead, but don't bring your true body over," Nagelis warned.

"I know. I just don't get why you're always suspicious of me. We used to be such good friends—have you forgotten me?" Feiti said, hurt.

Once, he and Nagelis were close friends—his Flashing Technique was even learned under Nagelis's guidance. Now, upon meeting again, he was met with suspicion everywhere. It was heartbreaking.

Nagelis felt awkward—he really had forgotten. Who knew why the Sovereign had erased his memories? Even the effect of the Forget Mark had been cleared, yet his memories refused to return.

About Feiti's past, he'd learned from Du Luo. But his private friendship with Feiti? Du Luo wouldn't know.

"Maybe it's a side effect of the Forget Mark. Give it time—maybe you'll remember. Stick with me. Don't wander off. Nobody knows you—they'll punch you apart with one hit."

Feiti's projection was a Bone Skeleton—not very durable.

Just as Nagelis was about to say something, Ang suddenly turned and waved at him: "Send Anthony to transport grain."

"Transport grain? Where to?" Nagelis was stunned by Ang's sudden words.

But he soon knew where—Lake Falling Dragon. Ang stepped down, and the salt rice along the shore grew rapidly, skipping the final month of its growth cycle and swiftly forming grain heads.

By the time the crops matured, the Rapid Death Aura had only used a quarter of its power. Ang paused it, then moved it to another area and activated it again.

In this way, one Rapid Death Aura could be used four times—at six hundred mu per use, once per hour—Ang ripened every grain along the entire shore of Lake Falling Dragon.

Anthony arrived, having heard the news. He collapsed by the lake, staring at the golden grain heads, laughing heartily—everyone could hear the relief in his laughter.

"Hahaha, my lord, you're perfectly timed! The last grain was almost gone—if we hadn't gotten more, I'd have had to pull out my last resort." Anthony laughed.

"What? You still had a last resort?" Nagelis gasped.

During this time, he'd watched Anthony exhaust every possible method, scavenging everything he could—now he claimed he still had something left?

"Hahaha, just joking, joking! What last resort?" Anthony waved it off, changing the subject.

"I don't believe you. Your expression wasn't joking—you were definitely thinking of drawing a blade on someone." Nagelis sneered.

At that moment, Nagelis's heart jolted—he knew who Anthony meant to target. At a time like this, who still had surplus grain?

The Church of Light!

PS: My wife caught a cold, coughing badly. We went to the hospital for two days. She coughs at night, keeping me awake too—I'm dizzy and my mind is blank. Posting one chapter now; will make up the rest tomorrow.