Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Ange didn’t pay attention to him. Instead, he brought a bucket, filled it with water, cast a purification spell to purify it into holy water, added a vial of essence and a packet of sacred mushroom powder, and prepared to activate the teleportation array.

Ange didn’t need to return to the control room. His left hand could control the teleportation array anywhere and anytime. The control room seemed to be designed for those who didn’t have a bangle.

“Holy water? Aren’t you going to ask first? What if they don’t have dysentery? Essence? A vial costs one thousand five hundred demon crystals! And such a big packet of sacred mushroom powder? Both are for external injuries, they have nothing to do with the plague! Isn’t that a waste?” Negris quickly stopped him.

Ange tilted his head: “I only know these things.” In other words, he knew nothing else.

Negris was exasperated. If you don’t know, just ask me! But then it occurred to him that if they didn’t teleport over, they didn’t have many other options. They didn’t have medicine that could cure everything.

Swallowing his words, Negris stepped aside. There was a flash of white light between the two stone columns, within which everything disappeared.

Just after those items were sent over and they returned to the control room, they heard Purple Corpse’s excited shout: “Lord of Mourning, I gave the sick ones holy water and their plague symptoms immediately started to ease. This big bucket of holy water is enough for the whole tribe’s patients. Thank you, Lord of Mourning.”

A huge bunch of soul flames were sent over in response.

“You actually guessed right.” What else could Negris do but shake his head in awe of Angel s dumb luck?

“Oh, by the way, Lord of Mourning, our ancestors found a pair of wings from the moth that you killed. We’ll send it over to you.” Purple Corpse added.

Negris checked again and activated ‘Receive’. This time, the control room didn’t even tremble slightly. It seemed that the initial teleportation had smoothed the teleportation array that hadn’t been operated for a thousand years, so it stopped producing vibrations.

Going out to check, sure enough, he saw the skeleton of a pair of wings.

Purple Corpse said a lot more words of gratitude, reverence, and prayers before reluctantly disconnecting.

As he came back holding the wing bones, Negris couldn’t help but sigh: “The legacy left by the Undead Empire is so rich. Any abyss has a loyal race waiting for them. A hand lost by Locke has become a faith. If you’re willing to open the coordinate system and contact them one by one, there might be a great harvest.”

“Oh.” Ange opened the coordinate system, picked a point and was about to press it.

Negris threw away the bone and flew over to hold him back, laughing awkwardly: “You can’t press it randomly, you need to prepare first, prepare first.” He was inwardly slapping himself: I said it before, don’t talk nonsense, don’t talk nonsense, this stupid skeleton will take it seriously!!!

He quickly turned off the coordinate system and the teleportation array. Turning around, he found Ange doing something that made his blood surge: he had actually disassembled the purple-gold Hand of Locke.

“What are you doing!” Negris roared.

God, a complete hand bone was disassembled into fragments by Ange. The phalanges, metacarpals, ulna, and radius were all disassembled. This was the hand of the Lord of Mourning!

“Swap it.” Ange said while disassembling his right hand.

When in the Resting Camp, Ange would go to the edge of the palace to look for bones to replace his damaged ones. Once, he found a silver skeletal frame, but his soul at that time wasn’t powerful enough to drive that level of frame, so he had to give up regretfully.

Even now, his bones are still gray. They are just denser after being tempered by the Resting Wind. But can hard gray bones compare to purple-gold bones?

Ange knew that he couldn’t drive a full Lord of Mourning’s hand, so he disassembled them into fragments and combined them with the soul fire.

As Angel s arm touched these purple-gold bones, an indescribable heaviness bore down on him, almost pressing him down.

No, he couldn’t control it at all. He removed the phalanges, and still it didn’t work. He also removed the metacarpals. After keeping only the ulna and radius, the smooth feeling finally returned.

Holding the original palm, Angel s right hand becomes the Hand of Mourning, replacing the ulna and radius.

The difference between the purple-gold skeleton and the grey skeleton was not significant. Once replaced, it wasn’t very noticeable, only under the light, the grey with a hint of purple, the purple with a glimmer of gold would become apparent.

“Kvada, can this work as well? What about the remaining finger bones? Should they be replaced onto my foot? Let me have a taste of stepping on the Hand of Locke.” As Negris said this, he turned his head to see something that made his blood surge.

The Little Zombie was holding the angel skeleton’s wings, stepping on its back and forcibly tearing it off, feathers falling to the ground.

“What are you guys doing!!” Negris roared in anger.

The Little Zombie and the Angel Skeleton neatly turned their heads to look at him, then ignored him and continued tearing off the second wing.

After tearing it off, they picked up the pair of so-called ‘moth’ wings that Negris had brought back and forcefully jammed them onto the scapula.

Hehehe, they actually fitted. Those weren’t the wings of a moth, but a pair of angel wings. It was probably due to the exaggeration of the murals that led to the rumor transforming them into moth wings.

So, the one who battled the Lord of Mourning, Locke, was actually a six-winged Archangel? These were the wings of a six-winged Archangel?

It indeed looked much larger than the original wings of the Angel Skeleton and the bones were also thicker. It gave a feeling of chicken wings turning into ostrich wings.

After flapping twice and finding it convenient, the Angel Skeleton scurried up to Ange, and turning its back, unfurled the wings to show him. Negris could imagine what the Angel Skeleton wanted to say: Look, no feathers…

It was so envious: “When will you find some equipment for me too? I also want to level up.”

The Little Zombie also chimed in from the side: “Roar! Roar Roar!”

Who would have thought that activating a teleportation array could yield equipment? The legacy of the Undead was truly abundant.

At the end of Demon Valley, underneath the sheer cliffs of the Great Demon Chasm, a blocked cave became bathed in the blink of teleportation. Two fist-sized black masses appeared in a burst of white light.

The black smoke poured out from the black masses and quickly expanded into two humanoid silhouettes. If Silver had seen them, he would recognize them as the two Black Warriors that had killed him.

One of the Black Warriors exited the sealed cave and soon returned, “That’s right. This is the place—a world transit station. How did that fool Leonardo obtain the coordinates for this place?”

“Apparently, someone bought grain from them and provided some very valuable special products. He was greedy and wanted them for himself…” The other Black Warrior responded.

“What a lowly way to expose their location. Just kill all the life forms in this world.”

“No need for us to lift a finger, let’s hide first.” The Black Warrior finished speaking, reaching into his chest with his left hand and pulling out a scroll. After unrolling the scroll, it burnt itself up, turning into ashes.

The two Black Warriors hid themselves in the distance, deeply infused into the rocks of the cave wall.

Not much later, the light of teleportation lit up once again, revealing a holy figure within.

Chapter Two and a Half