Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Luther dispatched the heavily-armored warrior in front of him, warily glancing at the grinning I might not far away. With his strength, killing one heavily-armored swordsman was not difficult. The challenge was doing it amidst so many adversaries.

It had to be said that the defense of these heavily-armored swordsmen was insanely strong. The heavy armor on them was one thing, but Luther’s blunt-force attacks were also ineffective. If a regular person was hit with Luther’s blunt force, they’d bleed internally.

Unable to pierce with his sword or bludgeon them, Luther finally resorted to kicking at their kneecaps. Relentlessly, until he’d broken them. Only then could he find a gap behind their neck, strike with a hand-chop, let his energy burst in, and finally take the heavy-armored swordsman down.

With astonishing defensive power but mediocre fighting skills, the enemy only knew a few diagonal and horizontal cuts, lacking any discernible fluctuations in energy. They depended on brute strength, which was strange for an opponent. They had a faint but curious odor coming off them too. Luther strongly suspected that underneath the armor, these were not humans.

Having such doubts, Luther, while wary of Leonardo, went to lift the helmet off the defeated heavy-armored swordsman.

Clip-clop. Leonardo’s warhorse lifted its legs, almost dashed to Luther in a sprint, with Leonardo striking a blow with his sword.

Luther had been on the alert, yet the speed of the horse still took him aback. He hastily blocked the attack and retreated a dozen steps.

“What kind of horse is this!?” Luther exclaimed. The horse was like a thunderbolt when in motion—certainly no ordinary steed.

The warhorse seemed to sneer, looking derisive, “What horse? You uncultured scrub, take a good look; it’s a unicorn, the Unicorn Lightning!”

Lightning, raised its hooves, thunk-thunk, and knocked its head hard, making such large gestures that it almost dislodged Leonardo, its rider.

Luther was flabbergasted, and asked, “Where is your horn?” Even though unicorns did not exist in this world, Luther had read about them and was certain that they should have a horn. The ‘horse’ in front of him had a shiny forehead without a shadow of a horn.

Lightning seemed to know it would be asked this question and swiftly answered, “It fell off, hmph!” Afterward, it turned its head and ignored Luther.

Luther turned his gaze back to Leonardo. Riding a thundering unicorn and possessing not weak strength, Luther asked, “With the power of a Great Swordsman, who are you?”

A professional knows if he is a match just by a touch. That one blow made

Luther gauge Leonardo’s strength. He was no less than a Great Swordsman.

Even though his level was lower than Luther’s, having a mount made a big difference. Riding a unicorn, the gap in speed was reduced, and the intelligence level was high as well. It wouldn’t be hard to double their combined strength. And moreover, Leornardo knew magic, bearing an obvious resemblance to a

Paladin.

“You are truly an uncivilized barbarian from the abyss. When asking for someone else’s name, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” Leonardo took his whip from the saddle, threw it on the ground, and wrapped it around the neck of the disgraced heavy-armored warrior, lifting him up.

The heavy- armored warrior hung by his neck, limply leaning against the unicorn. Leonardo summoned Holy Light with one hand and placed it on the wounds at the back of the neck.

“Ice City Lord, Sword Saint Luther Lofin, who in the world are you!” Not wanting to waste time arguing, Luther quickly announced his name and then impatiently asked.

“Quite a short name, befitting a barbarian from the abyss.” Leonardo shook his head with a graceful smile, “I am the Saint’s Edge Army Commander, God’s Knight, Resting Abyss Conqueror, Leonardo Saint Anthony Augustus Arms

Locke Amstead Long…”

Leonardo recited a name that was a whopping eighty-six characters long, almost causing Luther to yawn.

“Alright, alright, long and stinky sir, are you saying that this Resting Abyss is right here?” Luther pointed at the ground below him, baffled.

Leonardo wasn’t offended and replied with a smile: “Just call me Leonardo. I’ve conquered so many planes that I can hardly remember them all. It’s meaningless to you. The only place that matters to you all would be this one. Just call it the Resting Abyss. I’ll forget about it in no time anyway, whatever it’s called.”

Having paused for a long time, Luther barely managed to squeeze out a sentence: “Has anyone ever told you that what you say is really infuriating?” “Perhaps, but who cares about the voices of ants. First, defeat my servant.”

The heavy-armored swordsman, dangling by Leonardo’s whip around his neck, shook his head and stood on his own.

Leonardo let go of the whip, swiftly shaking Ott whatever was on his hand. He then retrieved a clean handkerchief from his saddle bag and meticulously wiped his hands. Once done, the clearly high-quality handkerchief was casually discarded onto the ground.

Luther frowned. Had the warrior been healed already? It couldn’t be. Even if the gaping wound in his neck was healed, what about his broken kneecap? How could he stand?

Given the seemingly undying nature of these heavy-armored swordsmen, combined with their faintly unpleasant smell, Luther strongly suspected that they were Undead creatures, especially since no blood had been spilt from the neck wound when he was overthrown.

However, it didn’t look like it either, as the heavily armored swordsman seemed immune to the Holy Light and could even be healed by it.

The heavy-armored swordsman shook his head, no longer affected by his injuries. He picked up his longsword from the ground and strode towards Luther.

“If I can kill you once, I can kill you ten times.” Luther grunted and dodged the heavily-armored swordsman’s cleave. He carried out a counterattack by chopping at the gap behind the neck, letting his energy burst open a large wound. Then, with another stroke of his sword, he decapitated the heavily armored swordsman’s head.

Knowing the weak point of these armored tin cans made it much easier for Luther to deal with them.

“We’ll see how you recover this time.” Luther grumbled.

“Hehe, how do you know I can’t revive him? But it’s been such a long time, you’ve only managed to kill one. I suppose my other servants have nearly leveled the battlefield…” As Leonardo spoke, he glanced outside only for his eyes to nearly bulge out of his sockets.

He saw a gray skeleton swinging a large scythe at a heavy-armored warrior. The scythe seemed to pass through the swordsman as if it was intangible, yet took away an inconspicuous Soul Fire.

“Scythe of Death!? Impossible, that’s a skill of the Golden Skeleton! How can an Ashbone Skeleton also use it?” All signs of Leonardo’s elegant smile vanished, replaced instead with shock..