Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

After finishing with the teleportation array, Ange was off to farm again. Not long after his departure, he spotted a skeleton on its knees in the distance. It bore a rather striking pose, and upon a closer look, wing bones were visible on its back. Two inconspicuous shadows also lingered near the skeleton. Their hearts pounded furiously as they crossed each other’s paths.

“What is this? An angel skeleton?”

“What are these two shadows? Ghosts? No, Black Warriors? Black Warriors exist in this world?”

“What are they doing here? Digging up an angel skeleton? Is this an angel cemetery? No, it doesn’t look like it’s been dug up. So, did this skeleton walk out by itself? An angel skeleton, perhaps?”

“Should I say hello? But what should I say? Have you eaten?”

“Oh no, how should I greet a stranger on the road? I’m the God of Knowledge, but I lack experience in this area.”

“This is an overload, right…?” “Carrying four things, what kind of horse is this?”

“Is the one up front an angel?”

“Eh, aren’t these the guys from that goblin’s memory? Are we here to kill them?”

“What a coincidence, what should we do? Should we say hello? How do we greet strangers?”

The aforementioned thoughts belong to Negris and the two Black Warriors. The thoughts of others were far simpler.

Ange: What’s that? It’s dark.

Little Zombie: What’s that? Can’t beat it.

Lightning: What’s that? Can’t outrun me.

Angel Skeleton: Mine.

It jumped straight off the horse and rushed towards the skeleton on the ground.

“Oh no, they’re after the sacred body!” One of the Black Warriors exclaimed, swiftly charging forward, his Shadow Sharp Blade materializing in his hand as if his arm had stretched, ready to cut towards the Angel Skeleton.

“Roar!” The Little Zombie jumped off the horse and charged at the Black Warrior.

A swift screeching sound echoed as Lightning abruptly halted its dash and veered sideways, its four legs switching alternately with the grace of a formal dance as it began to move laterally.

Ordinary battle horses were incapable of such sharp changes in movement and lateral mobility.

The number one Black Warrior quickly adjusted his strike towards the Little Zombie. The Little Zombie rolled sideways, evading the Black Warrior’s blade.

The number two Black Warrior’s blade was just about to cut into the Angel Skeleton, only for it to raise its arm horizontally, a Holy Light condensed wrist guard appearing on its wrist. It blocked the attack from the Shadow Sharp Blade of the Black Warrior.

The number two Black Warrior pressed his blade forward, forcing the Angel Skeleton’s wrist and making a horizontal slash.

The Angel Skeleton’s other hand, encased in a glove of Holy Light, tried to grab the Shadow Sharp Blade.

The number two Black Warrior twisted his blade, turning the blade to pierce through the Angel Skeleton’s chest, stabbing it in between the ribs, piercing half its body before being blocked by the bones at its back, failing to penetrate through.

“Got him, it’s done.” Just as this thought flooded number two Black Warrior’s mind, he saw the Angel Skeleton raise its fist, illuminated by the Holy Light, and throw a punch straight towards his eye socket.

The number two Black Warrior hastily retreated, swinging his blade wildly in front him to form a net of blades.

Clang Clang Clang! The Angel Skeleton landed three successive punches on the blade net, causing both to back away from each other.

The Black Warrior, astonished and uncertain, took a hard ‘look’ at the Angel Skeleton.

The Angel Skeleton appeared to be an angel, prompting the Black Warrior to adopt techniques suitable for combat against angels, using the Shadow Sharp Blade, condensed from soul energy, to inflict substantial damage.

Angelic powers wield additional damage against undead beings and vice versa.

However, nothing of the sort happened. The Angel Skeleton showed no response, but the Holy Light in its hand filled the Black Warrior with dread. “It’s not an angel. It’s a skeleton wearing a skin!” The number two Black Warrior yelled in surprise, effectively alerting his companion.

The number one Black Warrior had already started to pull away. Having crossed paths with the Little Zombie, and desiring to re-approach, Lightning had already moved to his side.

Ange dropped Negris in front of the Little Zombie as a shield, and swung his Scythe of Death.

The number one Black Warrior could only keep running, keeping his distance while also summoning his steed. He transformed into a Black Knight, then shifted directions and charged towards Ange.

Not to be outdone, Lightning charged towards the enemy.

Huh? Ange twisted his head and pulled at the reins. No, he refused to charge, he wasn’t familiar with such tactics.

Unable to reach a consensus with Lightning, they faltered and lost momentum, thereby forfeiting their greatest advantage as cavalry.

The number one Black Knight was elated, urging his horse to its maximum speed. His entire arm had morphed into a Shadow Sharp Blade, ready to slit Ange. If he could hold his blade steady, the horse’s speed was enough to split the enemy in half.

Just as they were about to cross each other, Lightning skewed its body.

The Black Knight had mistaken Lightning for an ordinary horse; however, Lightning wasn’t an ordinary horse – its four limbs could stretch out in a split, a feat impossible for normal horses. Coupled with its high evasion attribute, it was as nimble as a monkey.

Misjudging the enemy’s mount, the Black Knight missed his opportunity to slash at his target as they passed one another.

Though they crossed paths, their weapons didn’t. A curved blade came swinging towards him, scaring him into halting and raising his Shadow Sharp Blade defensively.

With a deafening clang, the Black Knight was unmounted.

His Shadow Sharp Blade was a cleaving weapon, while Ange wielded a Scythe of Death, a hook weapon. That’s why Ange resisted Lightning’s charge.

Stripped of his mount and thrown to the ground, the Black Warrior lost his advantages in speed and height. Ange took a high ground advantage and aimed a downward slash with his scythe.

The Black Warrior retreated cautiously. Despite being a Black Warrior capable of shifting between solid and phantom states, he wouldn’t be overly affected by a few slashes. At most, his physical form would be slightly whittled away.

What he had to be cautious about were those special weapons capable of inflicting additional damage to spiritual bodies and souls, like the Scythe of

Death.

Alright, the skeleton in front of him was holding the Scythe of Death. He wondered why an Ashbone Skeleton could wield the Scythe of Death.

Withdrawing, blocking, parrying, withdrawing again, blocking, blocking, dodging – after several rounds, the Black Warrior decided to take a risk. Just as the Scythe of Death was raised, he lunged forward, rolled on the ground, and darted toward Lightning’s legs to attack.

Ange had been waiting for this opportunity. He yelled at the Black Warrior,

“Die!”

Holy Word Technique: Die!

There’s a blackout. I typed a bit using my laptop’s battery. I’ll update this first. If the power doesn’t come back, there won’t be an update tonight. I’ll make it up tomorrow..