Chapter 878

A layer of the farm's ground was scraped off. The heavily polluted places were scraped off, and then repeatedly soaked and diluted with water. A deep pit was dug near the drainage outlet to let the surrounding polluted water seep here, avoiding it remaining in the roots.

Five days later, the situation of the crops stabilized. Forty percent of the chaos trees were saved.

The monarch floated over and said in surprise: "You really saved them. I feel the aura of life. Amazing."

Although Ang's planting knowledge was instilled in him by the monarch, the monarch himself was only at the level of an old farmer. Tending to a garden was quite good, but he couldn't compare to the God of Planting at all.

Ang didn't feel anything. Small matter. Instead, he asked: "King, body?"

There were only two corpses on the farm. One was Fraso's headless corpse, and the other was Wrench's corpse. In order to get a "live one," the monarch didn't occupy Wrench's corpse, but reincarnated.

And Fraso's headless corpse couldn't be occupied, so the monarch was still in a soul state now.

In these five days, the monarch was waiting for Wrench's reincarnation to succeed while leaving the farm to search everywhere, wanting to find a body, but gained nothing. Now he floated back empty-handed, clearly still having no harvest.

Sure enough, the monarch said depressedly: "Can't find it. Searched everywhere. This is just a very small abyss plane. The circumference might not even be 100 kilometers. To leave here, you can only use an airship or a teleportation array. Outside the farm is a Gobi desert. Only this area has soil and water. Let alone a body, there isn't even a single vengeful spirit outside."

Ang nodded. This should be a reclamation point specifically opened to plant chaos stones. Originally, there were no people, so naturally, there wouldn't be any bodies.

Now the only intact body left was Wrench. Just at this moment, Wrench's corpse on the ridge moved.

"Eh, woke up so fast? Only five days. Not bad, the soul is very resilient," the monarch was surprised, hurriedly floating toward Wrench's position.

Undead sacrifice needed five to seven days. The more resilient the soul, the shorter the time needed, and the more memories could be retained. Now that Wrench woke up in only five days, this was a good phenomenon.

Wrench woke up faintly. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a construct and a human face. The human face was looking at him kindly, asking: "You're awake? The reincarnation was very successful. How do you feel?"

Wrench was at a loss. He died, then lived again, and even turned into an undead creature?

This lump of soul of the dead in front of him turned out to be the soul of the soul charger. It was it that resurrected him, so it became his soul master and controlled his soul?

This construct next to him, became a spirit?

Sitting blankly for more than ten minutes, Wrench couldn't accept this change. However, the monarch didn't have the patience to wait, asking:

"What kind of people are those mages? What forces do you belong to? Why did they kill you? What is your identity? What place is this? What is the use of those chaos stones planted..."

Under the soul connection, Wrench couldn't even not answer. Very quickly, he said everything he could know.

"Those are mages from the Feilie Empire. We are from the Light Chamber of Commerce, and we are at war with the Feilie Empire. This is an automatic construct chaos stone planting farm. Chaos stones are energy. All weapons, constructs, and transportation tools of our Light Chamber of Commerce use chaos stones," Wrench said.

"Constructs also use chaos stones? Then why don't the constructs on the farm use chaos stones, but instead need soul charging?" The monarch asked in surprise.

Wrench hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice: "Cheap."

"..." Also, replenishing soul energy was cheaper, and it could recover. A soul of the dead leading a bunch of constructs saved the farm a lot of costs. The chaos stones planted were to be supplied to the front line. If the farm's constructs used them up, there would be less sent to the front line.

"You are the Light Chamber of Commerce? A chamber of commerce fighting an empire? What kind of chamber of commerce is this?" The monarch listened, stunned. Were human chambers of commerce this powerful?

Or was the empire here different from the main plane? Was it just the size of a village or town?

"Of course, our Light Chamber of Commerce rules dozens of planes, governs billions of people, has a developed economy, leading technology, and abundant resources. What is a broken empire?" Wrench boasted.

"Then why did you die?" The monarch was actually quite good at poking people's pain points.

Wrench wilted immediately and said sheepishly: "It's just that it's too far from the rear, and supplies are difficult, otherwise how could we lose?"

The Light Chamber of Commerce's expedition to the Feilie Empire this time was basically a failure. The destruction of the farm on the front line meant there wasn't enough energy to support military operations. Unless they opened similar reclamation farms again as supply points, the Chamber of Commerce's airships wouldn't be able to fly this far.

Next, the monarch asked a lot more, basically emptying everything Wrench knew, and finally asked: "Alright, I'm done asking. Do you have any last words or something? Explain them, and I'll send you to reincarnation."

"Reincarnation? Are you letting me go?" Wrench didn't understand what reincarnation meant.

"No, it means sending you to die," the monarch said.

"Ah? Didn't I already die? Do I have to die one more time?" Wrench asked in shock.

The monarch spread his hands and said helplessly: "No way. Can't find a body here. Can only borrow your body for a use, otherwise, I'll be floating like this, unable to grow."

"Body? You want to possess and become a skeleton or a zombie? I know where there are bodies. Don't kill me. I'll take you to find them."

Wrench took the monarch and Ang to a gravel ground a few kilometers away from the farm that had no markings, pointed to the ground, and said: "When the farm was opened, many slaves and prisoners of war died, and they were all buried here."

The monarch glanced at it. Below, there were indeed some things that could respond to his soul. It was very far from the farm, buried quite deep, and had no markings. No wonder he didn't discover it. Five days weren't enough for him to search every inch of land.

The monarch's will moved, and the corpses underground crawled out one after another. The number was indeed not small, thirty or forty. Maybe because of the dry climate, most of them were just toughened.

Doesn't matter. The monarch chose one in better condition, his soul drilled into the skull, and the possession was stable. The monarch shook the bones, and the toughened skin and flesh on his body fell off with a rustle.

The monarch had grown from a skeleton all the way to a black crystal. He was still used to being a skeleton, not a corpse witch with skin and flesh.

After the monarch matched the skeleton, he came back to his senses and looked, but Ang didn't move.

"Why don't you change into a skeleton? Is it because you don't like any of them?" The monarch asked, puzzled.

Ang shook his head: "Don't change, construct, camouflage."

Ang's current construct appearance was indeed very confusing, but: "If you don't change into a skeleton, it will be hard for you to restore your strength. The construct body is too fragile."

Ang shook his head: "King, saved, I, play, play broken, go home."

"... I still wanted you to hack people with me. Also right, you've already saved me. It's time to go back. You want to play with those chaos trees, and go back when you break them? Also fine."

Just at this moment, Ang and the monarch looked up at the sky in the direction of the farm at the same time, only to see a red airship descending from high altitude.

"There's an airship descending. Which side is it?" The monarch asked.

"Feilie Empire's. We don't have this model of airship," Wrench said.

"Hide, hide. They can see us from the airship. Troublesome. There's nothing here, nowhere to hide," the monarch said, troubled.

Ang said: "Lie down."

Then he quickly pressed the monarch and Wrench to the ground, started digging a pit in the sandy ground, buried them, and then continued digging, methodically burying the remaining corpses as well.

The airship in the sky indeed discovered Ang very quickly. It was only a few kilometers away from the farm, and there was no cover. Looking down from high altitude, one could see Ang moving at a glance, so the airship circled over and circled around Ang's head.

Seeing Ang burying corpses, the people on the airship said loudly: "It's a planting construct from the farm, executing the burial procedure."

"Why is there still a burial procedure?" Another voice asked.

"Of course there is a burial procedure. Otherwise, what if rotting things pollute the water source and breed germs? Didn't you see it even specifically chose a place far from the farm? The Light Chamber of Commerce, if nothing else, this construct technology is really powerful. Too smart."

Wrench, who was buried in the ground, couldn't help but complain: Is this smart? This is insidious and cunning.

"Then how to deal with it?" On the airship, a voice asked.

Another voice was silent for a while and said: "Ignore it. We are just patrolling, looking for any remaining enemies. Don't worry about anything else."

While speaking, the airship adjusted its direction and flew toward the farm, but it hadn't flown far when a piece of something fell off the airship.

Flying above the farm, several soldiers and mages came down to search once, found nothing, and left.

Luck was quite good. If they were still staying on the farm now, they would be blocked directly on the farm by the airship.

After the airship left, Ang ran over and picked up the thing that fell off the airship.

The monarch and Wrench also gathered around to look. Wrench didn't see anything special and asked, puzzled: "What is this?"

"Projection positioning mark. It seems someone on the airship wants to line their own pockets," the monarch said.

Some planting constructs might not be valued by noble mages, but for ordinary patrolling soldiers, that was a windfall. Make a positioning, and then project over to pick it up.

When cleaning the battlefield, those on the list belonged to war trophies, and those not on the list belonged to unexpected gains. Whoever picked them up counted. Anyway, it couldn't be traced. Quietly picking them up, the proceeds were privately divided by the discoverer. It was almost an unspoken rule on the battlefield.

After figuring out the use of this thing, Ang put it back on the ground. Sure enough, the next night, the projection mark had movement. After a flash, a spatial channel cracked open, and a tall logging construct drilled over.

In the distance, the monarch, who only buried himself in the ground with only his eyes exposed, whispered: "Another spatial channel. Is the spatial magic of this world very developed? All directly opening spatial channels?"

Wrench heard this and asked, puzzled: "How else to come over if not opening a spatial door?"

"Projection teleportation. Much less effort than tearing open a stable spatial channel," the monarch said.

Wrench blinked blankly.

"You haven't heard of a teleportation array, have you?" The monarch asked, puzzled.

Wrench asked blankly: "Isn't teleportation all opening a spatial door?"

The differences between the two worlds unfolded clearly again. The monarch muttered a "waste," skipped this topic, and prepared to study it later.

The spatial channel closed. At the chest of the tall logging construct, a goblin poked his head out, looked left and right, confirmed the direction, and drove toward the farm.

The monarch and Wrench followed quietly, while Ang was already hiding in the warehouse. With his current appearance, hiding anywhere wasn't as safe as hiding in the pile of constructs in the warehouse.

Moreover, even if it wasn't safe, it didn't matter. Hacking people was the King's hobby, not his. He had already saved the King. If caught, at worst, he would retreat. He was still staying here mainly for this kind of crop that could grow chaos stones.

But there were so many things, hindering him from planting trees. Annoying.