[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re":3,"chapter-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-78":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Vegetable-Growing Skeleton's Foreign Land Reclamation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2351559,4600,"Chapter 78: Can I Eat One? (Launch Chapter)","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-78",78,"\u003Cp>The World Tree is its scientific name; among the Elves, it has another title—God of Life. It is through it that the Elf race was granted life and protected in their proliferation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Queen Galad’s expression brightened: “Really? Where?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kalandael said: “I don’t know. The distance is too great—the God of Life cannot sense it, but we can be certain it’s outside Elf territory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Elf Empire lies within the God of Life’s divine influence; if it were within this range, we would surely sense its exact location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Find it. Send out teams. No matter where it is—even in the Abyss—you must find it.” Galad’s sorrow vanished, replaced by excitement and fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, not even a bud could sprout—like infertility. No matter how much emotion or power you poured out, there was nowhere to release it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it’s different. A bud has sprouted. All that remains is to find it. That’s no longer just one person’s burden—it’s the mission of every single Elf in the Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if it’s within human territory?” Kalandael worried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galad answered without hesitation: “If they’re willing to return the World Tree’s sapling, the Elf Empire will pay any price—even me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? Your Majesty!” Kalandael cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galadria, hailed as the most beautiful Queen in Elf history, possessed a beauty beyond mortal comprehension: her eyes deep as starlight, her features perfectly proportioned, each angle revealing a different kind of splendor. Merely her face alone could be gazed upon endlessly without weariness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since ascending the throne, countless humans have become infatuated with her. Of course, none dared openly express it—but on the black market, products, merchandise, and even “authentic” souvenirs of the Elf Queen were everywhere, mostly counterfeit, yet wildly popular among humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single spiritual painting of the Elf Queen could sell for over five thousand magic crystals—and even then, there was no supply to meet demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spiritual painting is a magical artwork created by spirit mages who carve images onto canvas using magic. To gaze upon such a painting is to feel as if the figure within steps down from the canvas, alive and vivid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even such paintings struggle to capture Galad’s beauty. Many are outright fakes, because many artists have never even seen the Elf Queen in person—they simply pick any Elf and paint wildly from imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, a noble dared to put up a bounty for the Elf Queen on the black market—but before the reward could even be posted, the noble’s entire household was seized. The royal family flew into a rage and stripped him of his title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former empire of Tewang serves as a warning—this was still merely a conflict between two human empires. But if anything were to happen to the Elf Queen, humans and Elves would be locked in eternal, unyielding war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Elf Queen, whose beauty incites nations to covet her destruction—and yet now she says she is willing to pay any price, even herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kalandael hesitated: “What if it’s a cripple… or an old man? Would that still be acceptable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galad’s face darkened: “I meant even if I must sacrifice myself—any cost is acceptable. Where did your mind go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh oh oh—I see. That kind of price…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it comes to the World Tree, even sacrificing the Elf Queen might not be enough. Kalandael had to ask: “What if the humans refuse to hand it over?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Galad smiled faintly: “Lan Dai, do you know how the Church of Light, the most widely worshipped faith in the human world, harvests faith?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lan Dai is Kalandael’s nickname—used only by those close to her. When someone not family calls her that, it means they’re about to speak sincerely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kalandael’s expression grew solemn, her focus sharpening. She knew Galad—she understood that what followed demanded absolute gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Church of Light launches holy wars to continuously harvest faith. Destroying heretics is merely their excuse. The true goal is faith. The God of Life is our deity—it determines the rise and fall, the very survival of our entire race. It is worth any price to protect it. If the humans refuse to surrender it, then we launch a holy war—the Elf holy war.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive crossbow bolt was loaded onto the Eagle Siege Crossbow. Four towering Elves strained to draw the string and adjust it to maximum elevation. The bolt had no sharp metal tip—instead, it bore a giant sounding horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bowstring, woven from World Tree fibers, snapped taut. The sounding horn bolt shot skyward, emitting a piercing, resonant wail that carried far into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the shadowed woods, an Elf heard the sounding horn sound. His expression brightened. He leapt nimbly onto a treetop, his sharp eyes locking onto the arrow streaking across the sky. Instantly, he drew another sounding horn arrow from his quiver and shot it into the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sound spread, every few dozen or hundred meters, another sounding horn arrow shot up from the treetops—like a relay, passing the signal onward. Even after the original bolt lost momentum and fell, the Elves’ sounding horn arrows kept firing, spreading like ripples without end, reaching every corner of the Elf Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep in the dark forest, in a shadow where no object should have been, a hand suddenly pulled back its hood, revealing a face etched with intricate magical runes. The shadow twisted—and an Elf’s form emerged from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Elves’ lament? What’s happened?” The rune-etched Elf looked up at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands reached out from surrounding shadows, pulling back hoods, revealing more figures. Where once there had been nothing, dozens of rune-etched Elves now stood, all gazing upward in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of confusion, the rune-etched Elf suddenly realized what this meant. She pinched her fingers to her lips and blew—a sharp whistle pierced the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black panthers leapt down from the trees, bearing the rune-etched Elves away toward the direction of the sounding horn calls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a small Elf village beside a forest stream, a family was eating dinner. When they heard the sounding horn sound, they all looked confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, the village guards shot a relay sounding horn arrow into the sky. Then the elder Elves emerged to explain its meaning—prompting a wave of uproar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, female Elves donned leather armor, packed rations and weapons, bid farewell to their husbands and children, and set out on the march.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, Elves emerged from the deep forest—like trickling streams merging into brooks, brooks swelling into rivers, rivers becoming a flood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal tree tore itself from the earth, shook loose the soil clinging to its roots, and slowly took its first step. Throughout the forest, countless such giant trees moved in unison—the Elf race’s War Treants had awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All forces converged toward the forest’s edge, toward the Elf city of Greenleaf, bordering human lands. As endless waves of Elf warriors, archers, mages, War Treants, Eagle Siege Crossbows, and Two-Headed Dragons poured into Greenleaf, the entire human world trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Elf Empire had stirred. Like a World Tree with roots entwined through the world, its movement shook the very foundations of existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high leadership of every human nation convened a high-level remote meeting via magic array. The venerable Emperor Frederick, rarely losing his composure, roared:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?! Who?! Who kidnapped the Elf Queen?! Why has the entire Elf Empire mobilized?! Galad may be beautiful, but she’s over two hundred years old—older than your great-great-grandmother! Are you all mad?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frederick ranted, then his attendant leaned in and whispered something. Frederick froze: “What?! The Elf Queen hasn’t been harmed?! Then… are the Elves insane?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost simultaneously, every nation received the Elf Empire’s diplomatic notice: “Surrender the World Tree’s sapling, and you shall earn the Elves’ friendship. Destroy the sapling, and we shall launch a holy war—until death, without end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh? World Tree? Sapling? Holy war? What the hell? Every human nation was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony, also present at the meeting, puzzled inwardly: “World Tree? I feel like I’ve heard that name recently… where did I hear it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, right—the God of Knowledge. He said he’s researching how to grow a World Tree. Hah. What audacity. The God of Knowledge trying to cultivate the Elves’ God of Life? Can that even be done?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in his private chamber, two Black Knights drifted out, heads hung low—among them, Bolck. Anthony had used an elemental converter and two hundred thousand magic crystals to retrieve both the Holy Relic and Bolck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do you feel?” Anthony asked. He’d rushed straight to the meeting after retrieving them and hadn’t had time to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bolck shook his head: “I feel terrible. I’ve lost many memories. I can’t remember much. My soul feels foggy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony nodded, unsurprised: “No surprise—the God of Knowledge thinks ahead. Even old friends are guarded against. Never mind. Go rest. You’ve earned it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Your Majesty.” Bolck and the other knight bowed and turned to leave. Suddenly, Bolck stopped, turned back, and asked: “Your Majesty… have you ever erased some of our memories before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony nodded calmly: “Of course. You know how critical my position is. Some memories must be removed. Otherwise, if you’re captured again—as you were this time—I’d be left vulnerable. I hope you understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony’s honesty put Bolck and the other knight at ease. Of course—without erasing memories, what if they were captured again? They’d spill everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bowed again and withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony sat stiffly in place for a long while, then finally sighed, scratching his thinning hair, muttering: “These kids are getting harder to fool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, he cast a mass purification spell to cleanse away the faint residual traces from the Black Knights. Then he brought forth the Holy Relic and summoned holy light to shine upon it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, a priest could resurrect a Holy Relic. But this angel had been on a personal errand—so Anthony had to do it himself. Instantly, holy light blazed fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the standard set by Ange’s resurrection of the Angel Skeleton, seven thousand units of holy light were required. But this Holy Relic required only three thousand. Whether it was because Anthony’s holy light was too potent—or the relic too weak—no one could say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seven days, spaced in stages, the Holy Relic was fully resurrected. Before the angel awoke, Anthony leaned close to its ear and whispered something strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angel awoke, saw Anthony, and reported: “All heretics have been purged.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anthony smiled warmly: “Well done, child. The holy light be with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Abyss of Rest, utterly unaware of the upheaval it had triggered, Ange, Negrilis, and Lei Ting were gathered around the dozen or so saplings, discussing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Ting eagerly asked: “Can I eat one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: Another chapter tonight. 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