LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 649 - 359: Record Holder Who Is Unknown?_2
Chapter 649: Chapter 359: Record Holder Who Is Unknown?_2
This resulted in its defensive power being off the charts. Luther could barely slash it with his Arbitration Sword. He managed to slash it on its own, but Hemel shook it off, its scales stood up, indirectly it was hard to slash again.
However, the scales did not stand up for its defense, instead it was to release smoke. This smoke was a potent form of Insect Ash Liquid which not only had the effects of Insect Ash Liquid but also had the ability to ‘infect’.
The smoke landed on barren land, quickly soaking it and turning it into moist fertile soil.
And this change was ongoing, after infection, the soil was more fertile each day. It was wet to the touch on the first day, and by the third day, it was oozing oil.
“Continuously improving the soil? So miraculous?” Negris exclaimed in shock.
Yes, very miraculous, Ange quickly harnessed it, it would be put to use plowing in the future.
As it walked, it sprayed smoke while tilling the soil simultaneously, killing two birds with one stone.
“…I knew you would do this, Insect God, don’t you use it for anything better?” Negris asked, speechless.
Ange shook his head.
On the morning of the third day, Auburnli managed to find some time to come back, and found that the Land of Breath of Death behind the Death Star Tower had been turned over.
Being a witch, the Breath of Death was indispensable, but Auburnli dared not build a graveyard behind the house.
She could only go to the eerie graveyard from time to time, to dig up the surface soil that had been tainted with the Breath of Death, and spread it on the open space behind the house, so as to ‘breathe’ in the refreshing Breath of Death.
Long-term infiltration with the Breath of Death led to no growth on the open space behind the house. It was grey and dull, almost as barren as the Resting Abyss, extremely infertile.
After being away for two days, Auburnli found that the Land of Breath of Death was gone, soil that had been piled up for hundreds of years now turned black and fertile, with lush grasses growing wildly above it.
“What the…” Before Auburnli could curse, Negris, who was ready, handed over a vial of Liquid of Breath of Death.
Auburnli opened it and took a sniff, immediately changed her words to, “This grass field is really beautiful.”
The denuded and dull Land of Breath of Death, where could it be as convenient as the Liquid of Breath of Death, which rejuvenates with one sniff, and calms the mind with another sniff?
As she finished speaking, a sturdy ‘horse’ pulling a plow ran past, overturning the lush grass. After being soaked for two and a half days, it was finally ready for seeding.
Little Zombie and Little Angel followed behind sowing seeds, Ange was at the very end, covering the soil and watering the plants.
Witnessing the transformation from grass field to cultivated field, Auburnli stared in disbelief.
Realizing that if she continued to stay she might die of rage, Auburnli threw out a sentence, “The Grain Competition is about to start, you guys have registered, get ready quickly.” and ran off without looking back.
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Ange and his group arrived at the venue for the Grain Competition, it was the same venue they had seen when they first arrived, where the Magic Power competition was held. At this moment, a huge Simulated Magic Formation had been set up on the field of the venue.
The stands were packed with spectators, enthusiastically waving all sorts of cheering props, making loud noises, flashing lights, or emitting special effects, it was an extremely lively scene.
In one section, the spectators were uniformly dressed and equipped, even banners were raised, which read: Victory to Dobinki.
Everyone was dazzled, overwhelmed, expressing their feelings, “They are so passionate, so passionate, these supporters are really passionate.”
“Yes, yes, Dobinki that old cat-head still has so many passionate supporters? They must be blind, how can his skills be compared to our lord’s?” Luther said indignantly.
At the Land of Fallen, Ange had given Dobinki and his group a tough time. He didn’t expect Dobinki to be so popular at the Grain Competition. No wonder his students had the audacity to claim they would remove the ‘Spring Breeze Cup’ title.
“We can’t let him win the championship. It’s not good for promoting different grains, Ange, keep suppressing him,” Negris said, clenching his fist.
From a short distance came a gritting voice, “So it was you guys! Alright then, finally caught you guys.”
Upon turning around, they saw the bear-student who was a pupil of Master Dobinki.
Ange’s group had not made any special efforts to conceal themselves, especially the Bronze Dragon, with a form so unique, they could be recognized from afar.
Just as they were thinking about beating them up, confronting Negris with joy, they were delivered to their doorstep. Thrilled with pleasure, Negris starts waving his paws, “Good day, teddy-bear.”
The bear-student was fuming. What did that mean? Was this some sort of mockery? Was he looking down on him?
After scanning the surroundings, realizing he didn’t stand a chance beating anyone, the bear-student gritted his teeth and snarled: “You’re the teddy-bear, your whole family is teddy bears! Just you wait, I’m going to get our teacher! You escaped last time from the Land of Fallen, let’s see where you run now!”
“Run? When did we run? Weren’t you the ones who ran first last time?” Negris was puzzled. Indeed, in the Land of Fallen, it was Dobinki who had fled in the dead of night.
Little did he know that Dobinki and the others returned to seek revenge later, by which time they had already retreated to the Holy Kingdom.
The bear-student had already left, clearly going to fetch someone.
The area they were in was made for the competitors. All the teams participating in the grain competition were there. Many recognized Dobinki’s student, but nobody recognized Ange and his team.
One kindly old farmer-like contestant warned, “Why did you offend them? Sigh, you guys are in trouble.”
“Oh? Who are they? How will they cause trouble?” Negris pretended to ask curiously.
“You don’t know him? Then you’re really in trouble,” another elderly farmer-like contestant commented with surprise.’
“Are they famous? Why must I know them? You guys don’t know me either.” Negris retorted, hands on hips.
Both farmer-like contestants chuckled, wholly unaware of who they’d ‘hehe’-ed.
“That’s Master Dobinki’s student, holder of the current grain competition record. You’re here for the grain competition and yet you don’t know the record-holder? How did you offend him?” one of the farmer contestants said.
Negris replied honestly: “Last time when we beat them in the grain-growing competition, we didn’t even bother to remember their names. Didn’t expect they still bear a grudge against us.”
The looks on the faces of the two elder farmer contestants were full of a sort of naive amusement. They grinned, making a “your tall tale is so cute” face, chuckled, and each went their separate ways.
“Huh, even the truth isn’t credible anymore.” Negris lamented, disappointed that he’d missed the chance to show off…
Soon, the bear-student returned with Dobinki. Spotting them from far away, Negris waved his paw in greeting. However, Dobinki didn’t respond, instead giving Negris a few gloomy glances before turning and walking away.
Bang, Bang, Bang! More than a dozen fiery explosions soared into the sky, erupting into a giant fireball, releasing a deafening boom. The grain competition officially began.
“Tsk, using explosive magic as fireworks, how ostentatious.” Commented Luther.
“As expected of Stellaris Magic Academy, they never run short of wizards.” Negris replied.
Bang! An even louder noise echoed, and a bright light flashed at the center of the venue. A booming voice echoed throughout the arena: “A thunderous roar in the sky, the Giant Star shimmers now. Your friend, Giant Star Thunderclap, has returned! Did you miss me?”
The bright light subsided, revealing a Thunder Element composed of bright light and flashes of lightning.
Lightning bolted up and exclaimed in surprise, “Is that Giant Star Thunderclap? The giant squirrel?”
“Ladies and gentlemen, dear guests, good afternoon. The biennial grain competition is about to begin again. Grain is the kindling of life, without it, we can’t spark the flame of life. A lack of grain leads to famine, death shall descend upon humanity.”
“This year, it was a disaster, a painful year, a sorrowful year. In this horrifying disaster, the importance of grain is highlighted all the more. If our grain productions keep growing over the years, famine will be eradicated forever.”
“The grain competition… is the stage where all our agricultural masters showcase their capabilities. They bring us more prolific grains and stronger weapons to combat famine. Now, let us welcome our stars for the day, let the grain competition officially begin!”
PS: 152, don’t forget to cast your monthly tickets before they expire, la la la…