Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Curious about the skeleton, Negris hurriedly encouraged, “Try it; you’ll know once you try.”

Ange tilted his head. How could he try? Could this thing be tried?

“Legend has it that angels never die, they can be reborn by immersing in the Holy Light. Coincidentally, you have the Holy Light, so hurry up and try it.” Negris egged him on.

Ange lifted his hand and looked at it, silently uttering the Purification spell. A glow of Holy Light sprang up from his palm.

When Ange ls hand touched the slender skeleton, which had been struggling to strike out, it too tilted its head, quizzically looking at Ange’s hand, and calmed down.

Under the shine of the Holy Light, some visible changes occurred to the slender skeleton’s bones, muscle fibers, and blood vessels were constantly growing out.

‘This really is an angel’s skeleton, truly eternal and Undead. Seeing the Holy Light makes it reborn. That’s enough. I just wanted to know, that’s all. Just a bit of Holy Light from one Purification spell only revived it so little. I don’t know how much time and energy it would take to resurrect an angel,’ Negris satisfied his curiosity and gained some new knowledge, then prepared to stop Ange’s actions.

After one Purification spell, a layer of membrane, the size of a palm, grew on the skeleton. This membrane was probably not even one millimeter thick. According to this ratio, it was impossible to resurrect this angel without thousands or tens of thousands of Purification spells. Ange, being alone, couldn’t possibly complete such an intensive project.

As the Purification spell was exhausted, the Holy Light disappeared. The slender skeleton, which had been soothingly calmed by the Holy Light, suddenly became nervous. It grabbed Ange’s hand, turned his palm over to look at it and poked the middle of it, puzzled as to why it wasn’t glowing anymore!

Ange once again cast the Purification, and the holy light reappeared in his palm.

The delicate skeleton curiously extended its hand, attempting to grasp the holy light. Although it couldn’t physically grasp the light, when it tried, its whole hand was bathed in the Holy Light, gradually growing blood vessels and muscles, layer by layer.

By the time Ange had cast his thirty-fifth Purification, the delicate skeleton’s entire hand had grown back. It was a slender, white, sturdy hand.

As a skeleton who’d been ‘planted’ for a thousand years, Patience was something Ange had in abundance. If he could only release one Purification spell per day, but he was interested, he’d likely take ten thousand days, casting the Holy Light daily, gradually reviving this stack of bones.

However, he happened to be a guy possessing extremely strong spiritual power, and his Magic Power recovery speed was even faster than his consumption rate. He could continuously cast level 1 magic without feeling any strain.

So, in Negris’s dumbfounded gaze, Ange forcefully spent three days and nights, and cast over eight thousand Purification spells, and eventually, resurrected the angelic skeleton.

Standing at one meter fifty, with golden hair, blue eyes, crystalline skin, and white wings, it looked like a pure… puppet, because its pupils were dull and faded, and it seemed to lack a soul.

Of course, it had a soul, an immortal soul.

Negris bitterly smiled: “This isn’t an angel, just a skeleton layered in flesh. After all, your Purification spell isn’t the real Holy Light, it lacks the Birdman’s belief, therefore it can’t resurrect it into a real angel. You really messed up,

Ange. You’ve created an unprecedented creature.”

To leave the God of Knowledge lost for words, this angelic skeleton indeed rendered people speechless.

No matter if it seemed to be human or angel, essentially it was a newly born skeleton. Besides being a bit more lively and combative, it wasn’t much different from common skeletons. It just had blood and flesh wrapped around it, which made it a bit more resistant to impact. That’s about it.

It did not have the combat ability, purification capabilities, or Divine Arts that an angel should possess.

Ange didn’t mind these things, he was simply curious about the skeleton itself, wanted to see what it looked like, tied it up and that was that after viewing it.

The Little Zombie, on the other hand, had a squabble with it. Whenever it had free time, Little Zombie would go find it to pick a fight. Little Zombie’s skin was thick, and it moved quickly. On the other hand, the Skeleton Angel was

agile and could fly. So they were evenly matched and neither could gain an advantage.

The Angelic Skeleton had an air that screamed it wanted to fight anyone it saw. Negris said it was very likely a Battle Angel, so its fighting spirit was so vigorous, and it was even more reckless than Little Zombie.

However, perhaps it received power from Ange, so it became very gentle when it saw Ange. When it got hurt after fighting with Little Zombie, it would run over to Ange with a ‘mew mew mew,’ showing its wounds to Ange. Ange had no choice but to cast a Purification spell to heal it.

Amidst all the noise, Lisa came back with Anna and Lan.

“There… there’s so much Luminous Moss? So… so many sacred mushrooms? These… these are Minotaurs? Aren’t Minotaurs only a believer in ancestral totem? Why would they enter the temple; did they betray their ancestors?” Anna acted like an inexperienced little girl, constantly exclaiming in amazement.

Lisa really liked this naive yet intelligent girl and laughed, pointing at the Minotaur skeletons hauling water back and forth and said, “That’s their ancestor. Of course, they are here mainly because they are provided with food and shelter.”

At that moment, Lan, apparently seeing something, yelled angrily, “Dammit, you imprisoned a little girl? I was wrong to trust you.”

As he was yelling in fury, Lan leapt and dashed forward as if he had been shot from a bow. He had just entered the range of the sanctuary, when he heard the shriek of a soul.

A silver skeleton rushed over from a distance, it wielded its broom and charged directly towards Lan, swinging it at him.

Lan, who was charging like a lightning, had to execute a twist in the air and rolled back with embarrassment.

The broom didn’t make contact with anyone. After falling to the ground, the Silver Skeleton paused its broom. The broom bristles started emitting black smoke and slowly morphed into a knife edge.

The Silver Skeleton’s hollow eye sockets were devoid of emotions. It just stared at Lan, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that if Lan dared to intrude again, it would certainly slash him with that blade.

Usually, the Silver Skeleton would not react when people came in and out of the sanctuary. It would just calmly continue sweeping. But whenever there was a hostile invasion or chaos, you’d get to see its fearsome reaction.

“Are you crazy? Don’t mess around. That’s the sanctuary’s guardian, which even Feilin could not control. Also, what imprisonment….” Upon speaking until here, Lisa, following the direction Lan had dashed towards, noticed the Skeleton Angel. In the dim sanctuary, it was as white as a little angel that could glow.

You must know, Skeleton Zombies have no concept of wearing clothes, so the Skeleton Angel was also bare, tethered there. Its eyes were dull, and it looked as pitiful as could be. No wonder Lan said they imprisoned a little girl just with one glance. Anyone would have the same misconception upon seeing this scene.

Seeing this, Lisa couldn’t help but panic.. Could it be true? She was only gone for less than ten days and such a severe thing happened? Could it be that Master Ang is an evil skeleton?