Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Boom! The earth trembled.

“An earthquake?” Negris exclaimed in surprise.

Suddenly, a loud commotion came from outside. Everyone rushed out to see a beam of light piercing down straight from the sky and landing in the World Tree forest just outside the Demon Valley.

The expressions of Anthony and Negris changed drastically. Anthony said anxiously, “This is not good. The Gods of Light have not disappeared. This is the Stairway to Heaven. They are using me as a beacon to teleport here. Quickly, destroy my body!”

Negris shook his head, “It’s too late.”

The Stairway to Heaven was the name of that beam of light. It was a special type of teleportation method that pierces through two dimensional planes and could continuously teleport large amounts of troops. It was the Holy Kingdom’s bridge to conquer other worlds.

The so-called Holy Kingdom, in the legends of the Church of Light, was a place devoid of hunger, sorrow, pain, illness, old age, and separation. Streams flowed with purified sweet-tasting holy water, granaries were stored with a never-ending supply of grains, a place forever filled with happiness and joy.

All one needed to reach Heaven was to cleanse themselves of their original sin, and they would enjoy eternal peace.

Everyone rushed towards the World Tree forest just outside the Demon Valley. They soon reached the site where the beam of light had landed. The tremendous beam of light had cratered the ground. Every World Tree inside the circle, along with all nearby crops, had been shattered to pieces.

Seeing all this, a fire blazed in Ange’s mind: How dare they bomb my trees…

A figure of light fell rapidly from the top of the beam and hit the ground, causing the earth to jump. A loud blast was heard.

The figure of light landed on one knee, with both hands supporting its body on the ground. It then suddenly lifted its head, on its back a pair of white wings flapped out from the pillar of light.

With a wave of its hands, a Light Sword appeared. It was evidently a Holy Spirit Angel.

“The blood of blasphemers is the best offering to the Light,” the Holy Spirit Angel declared in a cold voice.

Before it could finish speaking, a beam of light struck it. Its body and wings were instantly vaporized, leaving only a charred skeleton which fell down with a thud.

Everyone stared in shock in the direction the beam of light had come from. The adorable angel skeleton seemed to be reducing to ashes, as its body crumbled and dispersed, leaving a heartbreaking sight.

Then… they watched as it shook its body, getting rid of the ashes, revealing its white skeleton, casually scampering to Ange’s side. The first time it had unleashed the Holy Light Flash, it seemed to struggle afterwards. But now, after the release, it showed no signs of struggle, obviously it had adapted.

Ange tilted his head: “Roar” (Too early).

The Angel Skeleton pointed toward the fallen Angel: “Roar!” (It threatened me!)

“Roar!” (No fights anymore).

The Angel Skeleton fluttered its one feather-less wing: “Roar!” (Need a fix).

“Roar!” (No time, let’s go).

Boom! Another figure of light descended from the sky, hitting the landing point of the beam. A new Holy Spirit Angel stood up.

“Roar…” (Oh…) The Angel Skeleton drooped its wing bone, dejectedly walked away.

The second Holy Spirit Angel burst out of the beam of light, making its declaration: “Where the Holy Light reaches, darkness retreats.”

Whether darkness retreated or not was uncertain, but someone didn’t. Luther, with a mouth full of sweet potato, stopped it with a swing of his longsword aimed right at its face.

Boom! Another figure of light descended from the sky.

Just as it emerged from the teleportation array, it was met with a sweeping blow from a large stick, catching the Holy Spirit Angel unawares.

Before it could even utter its declaration, the Angel hastily blocked the attack. Its whole body was swept off the ground and sent flying.

“This one’s mine! No fighting!” The Great Shaman, with a stick as large as a human waist, proclaimed loudly. Behind him were the Purple Skeleton Titans, their disappointment palpable at their inability to grab a monster.”

If you have seen the Purple Skeleton Clan before, now, you might not recognize them. Each has grown fatter, taller, even the Great Shaman; though the old ones didn’t seem to grow as much as the others..

Adequate nutrition has allowed these mixed-blood titans to develop again, embarking on their second youth.

The third Holy Spirit Angel finally broke out: “Purify the darkness…” Before it could finish, it was met with a barrage of fireballs.

From a distance, Ange shot fireballs at the Holy Spirit Angel, firing three every second. The fireballs in the air almost linked into a bundle, spraying out like a chain of flaming bullets.

At first, the Holy Spirit Angel didn’t think much of it. Such low-level magic couldn’t break its holy armor and didn’t need blocking.

But its mind was quickly changed once the stream of fireballs came raining down on it.

Thud, thud, thud… The sounds of fireballs hitting echoed incessantly. Each fireball only made it slightly shudder, but when hit by a series of fireballs, it could not but continuously retreat. Worryingly, the strength of its holy armor was rapidly diminishing, and visible cracks appeared.

Determined not to resist, the Angel pushed hard against the ground, propelling its body upwards, simultaneously spreading its wings and flapping them hard towards the side. Its aerial motion changed direction by ninety degrees, moving sideways.

However, it was no use. Angel s gaze was locked on the angel, and the launched fireballs moved in large angles in the air, turning almost at right angles towards the angel.

As the Angel was moving, fireballs lined up in a row, each intersecting the angel at different points, creating a dazzling, toothbrush-like pattern.

As the Angel flew, the fireballs relentlessly struck it. As it turned its second corner, its Holy Armor was brutally shattered, and fireballs started hitting its body.

A glow of Holy Light shone intensely on the Angel, protecting the Angel’s body with sacred radiance. Its wings beat frantically, and its body twisted and turned in the air, giving off the sensation of an ant in a hot pot.

Due to such intense evasive maneuvers, the fireballs began to miss. At least ten percent missed its target due to the lack of locked-on vision.

But what did it matter? The other ninety percent were still hitting the angel, its holy radiance being stripped away layer by layer. It visibly weakened until it disappeared completely.

Fireballs continued to hit the angel’s body, which began to smoke, then, caught fire, and suddenly lost control and fell to the ground. The impact forced it rolling, and by the time it stopped, all that was left was a charred corpse.

Everyone stared in amazement at Ange. They had heard Negriss brag about Ange being a magic turret before, but not until today, they really understood what “turret” meant.

A Holy Spirit Angel was blasted into a charred corpse by level one fireball technique, my god, was level one magic this terrifying?

All the Holy Spirit angels breaking out of the encirclement faced fireballs sweeping towards them like a bullet chain, and neither resistance nor evasion could break the blockade and approach Ange.

The remaining Purple Skeleton Titans, unable to get any monsters, squatted on the ground drawing circles in frustration. They had been farming for such a long time and hadn’t fought for a while, their hands were itching.

However, Anthony and Negriss weren’t so cheerful.

“These are all first-order Angels, just cannon fodder. The higher-order ones haven’t come down yet.” Anthony said worriedly.

“Sigh, that’s your fault. I shouldn’t have let you mess around here. Did you do it on purpose?” Negriss sighed.

Anthony responded, aggrieved: “How could I know it would be like this?

Couldn’t they have just set me alight and be done with it? Was it necessary to initiate Heavenly Stairway?”

It was akin to crushing an ant with a foot but instead bringing over a large cannon to bomb it. Moving the Heavenly Stairway wasn’t cheap, but making

Anthony’s divine power run wild was just a thought away.

Unless their target wasn’t Anthony at all.

“Err, I think it probably really isn’t about you; this isn’t the Heavenly Stairway, this is Heaven Descending.” Negriss, looking at the end of the light pillar, muttered.

A huge illusion appearing at the end of the light column, like a massive mountain range, slowly descended along the pillar of light.

The descent of the illusion was very slow. At this speed, it would take at least one day to hit the ground. However, when it was halfway down, night fell, and a wind rose..