Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Ange happily smeared Holy Light on the angel skeleton, an act which to him, resembled farming. He’d sow the seeds, watch them sprout into lush green saplings and grow day after day. Ange found immense joy in this process.

The same joy was there now, as he smeared Holy Light onto the skeleton causing flesh to grow, much like a plant.

The angel skeleton also benefited from this process. Although it would weaken with each burst of Holy Light, it showed growth in both its soul and bones after recovery.

This was the third time the angel skeleton had activated Holy Light Flash. Starting from being able to withstand sixty Purification spells, it had increased its capacity to seventy and now, over eighty.

If this continued, the energy it could hold would grow even more. If not for the upgrade of Ange’s Purification Technique, just filling it with energy would be troublesome.

The only downside was that using Holy Light Flash consumed too much. Eighty Purification spells were merely for charging. To restore it from a skeleton to an angel, an additional seven thousand Purification spells were needed, even the enhanced version required two thousand and would take a day or two.

In other words, Ange would need to work tirelessly for a day or two just to release one Holy Light Flash. Such a time-consuming skill was not meant to be used on a whim.

While Ange was mulling over this, an ‘Ah’ sound interrupted his thoughts. Turning to look, he saw an armored warrior break through their defensive circle and rush towards him.

Lan’s continuous fireballs hit the armored warrior, but oddly enough, after the fireballs exploded, they extinguished immediately, lacking the sustained burning effect that normally followed a Fireball Technique.

“There’s something suppressing elements under his armor!” Lan immediately concluded, warning the others loudly.

Elemental suppression referred to natural elements like wind, fire, thunder, water, earth, and light. In situations like this, the first option was to switch to non-elemental magic, such as psychic or arcane magic, summoning technique, and so on.

The second option was to choose an elemental magic that primarily dealt physical damage, like the explosive spikes.

Of course, the most domineering option was overloading the suppression with elemental bombardment

After warning the others, Lan chose the second strategy. He placed his Magic Wand horizontally, and fire elements began to surge towards him frantically, quickly twisting to form a translucent sphere.

As more and more fire elements gathered, the center of the translucent sphere began to ignite. The burning elements stayed within the barrier, suppressed by the inner part of the sphere. When it had nearly reached saturation, Lan pushed the explosive material out forcefully.

Under Lan’s watchful eyes, the fiery explosion hit the armored swordsman and burst powerfully.

The blast, strong enough to send an average person flying, knocked the armored swordsman to his side and he fell on his butt. But before Lan could even rejoice, the warrior quickly picked himself up and continued his charge as if nothing had happened.

A rain of Shadow Arrows and Arrow of Breath of Death fell on the enemy without causing any harm.

In the soldier’s path, small bubbles began to appear on the surface of the ground. As soon as he stepped on that patch of ground, his entire body sank into it – the Quicksand Technique.

To deal with this armored can, the Quicksand Technique was the most effective restriction magic. However, it took too long to prepare, as it needed to soften the entire ground.

Struggling was futile for the armored swordsman sunk in the quicksand. The more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Just then, a second armored swordsman broke through from the encirclement, stepping on his trapped comrade and crossing over the sand pit.

There was no time to set up another Quicksand Technique. Feilin commanded his skeletons to step up. Among the thousands of skeletons under his control, he sent eighty percent to the frontline to storm the camp.

In battles, using zombie skeletons as cannon fodder was the most sensible strategy. They were not afraid of death or pain and could deplete enemy strength. Even if Feilin was a necromancer, he wouldn’t send humans to storm under such circumstances.

However, skeletons couldn’t stop these armored cans. Their weapons would bounce off the armor, while the armored swordsman cut several skeletons in half with a single swing of his sword.

A roar erupted, and the skeleton zombies scattered as if they had been given an order.

The one who roared wasn’t Feilin, but Little Zombie. As the skeleton zombies cleared away, it charged from a distance, colliding headlong with the heavy armored swordsman.

Of all the witches and zombies Ange had seen, Little Zombie was the fastest. The more speed under equal mass, the greater the kinetic energy, thus its collision was nearly as powerful as a cannonball.

Several times the angelic skeletons had been knocked apart by it, having to crawl and find Ange to piece them back together.

The heavy armored Swordsman was knocked to the ground by Little Zombie.

However, the impact cost Little Zombie its speed. As they both fell, the swordsman flipped over, pinned Little Zombie underneath, and brandished his longsword at its neck.

With a crunch, Little Zombie’s head rolled away.

“Argh!” Ange roared in response to this scene. The rage of his soul’s flame was uncontrollable and raced out of his skull, wrapping his head in a layer of fire, far angrier than when Turus burned his fields.

He clenched both fists and took a huge step forward, propelled by the wind elements as if he was a cannonball, aimed directly at the heavy armored swordsman.

The swordsman stood up, oblivious to the surrounding enemies, and stepped on Little Zombie’s skull. The little push from Little Zombie made him realize who posed the greatest threat to him.

Before his foot could stomp down, he heard the sound of wind and turned to see a skeleton leaping over his head, swinging a large scythe at his neck.

The heavy armored swordsman suddenly got a bad feeling and jerkily retracted his neck, attempting to dodge the blade. Under normal circumstances, he would not bother dodging, as few attacks could break his defense, and those that could wouldn’t be lethal. But facing this scythe, his instincts were screaming out—danger! ! !

However, Ange just cleverly twisted the scythe downward by a few degrees, still managed to graze his neck.

The blade passed through his neck as if it was a ghost, hooking out his soul. The swordsman fell over, completely unscathed but motionless. No matter how strong his armored defense might be, the Scythe of Death was not a physical attack.

Ange kicked away the swordsman’s corpse and held Little Zombie’s head in his arms, roaring mournfully.

He rarely felt sorrow unless it was due to the withering of crops, but the sorrow brought by Little Zombie was several times more intense.

Right after his mournful roar, the angelic skeleton gestured to the bodiless figure of Little Zombie off to the side. The headless body was getting up, swinging its arms and spinning around as if it were drunk.

Ange tilted his head and suddenly realized that the soul of necromacher was not in the head, but in the heart position, which meant that Little Zombie wasn’t dead.

Mourning was in vain. Ange patted the head of Little Zombie in his arms and returned it.

The soul of a necromancer was not located in their head, but they still perceive the world through their eyes. Since its head had fallen off, it could only see through the soul in its chest and had to adjust to that.

Picking up its own head, Little Zombie tried to screw it back onto its neck. Unfortunately, it forgot that its head had been chopped off, the cut was clean and could not be secured on an end, no matter how hard it tried.

Ange glanced around and grabbed a skeleton of similar size to Little Zombie. He twisted off the spinal joint of its neck and fitted it onto Little Zombie’s, managing to secure the head.

The skeleton, whose body and head were separated due to the lack of a spine, opened and closed its jaw silently, seemingly accusing Ange of robbery.

With its head back on, Little Zombie finally stopped spinning.. It turned around, pointed at the heavy-armored warrior trapped in the quicksand and roared angrily at Ange: “Argh!”