Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 121 - 105: Blaming Me for Stealing the Monster 1

No one could withstand three Great Sacred Words, except a god. Didn’t you see all the angels including Lightning, Little Zombie, and the Bronze Dragon kneeling on the ground?

Ange withstood it; he is a god, the Undead God.

No one could shatter a five-layer shield along with a Holy Blessing spell by using a single blow. Neither could Ange, which is why he sent his hand through.

The Boundary-crossing Hand, it’s not only the key to the Resting Camp but also a divine artifact for crossing borders. It penetrates layer upon layer of barrier and enters into Nikola’s body.

Nikola stared at his chest in disbelief. There was a hole in it, with a hand sticking through.

Feeling the strength in his body rapidly failing, Nikola managed to cry out, “The Lord… The Lord says, under the Holy Light..

The distant shout of Negris rang out, “Burn him, don’t let him resurrect.”

The Church of Light liked wrapping witches in holy bandages to burn them and prevent resurrection. If Nikola resurrected, he would resent them and cause a lot of trouble on their journey.

“Oh.” Ange responded, and a burst of Fire Element exploded inside Nikola, incinerating him into a charred piece of coal, absolutely dead.

One could say Nikola picked the wrong opponent, and the least viable means. Even having his guards swarm the enemy would be better than what happened now.

The strength of the Holy Words evaporated, allowing Negris and others to move again. Barely standing, Negris shouted, “Run out. Don’t stop.”

Under his urgency, everyone marched forward without even time to mount a horse.

“Slow down, slow down, I’ve scraped my knee.” Lightning complained even while running faster than any of them.

Nikola’s guards looked on in despair and grief. Under their protection, the Archbishop was killed. They would all be sent to the judgment hall when they returned, a place scarier than death. It’s better to die in battle than to face that.

With a mentality of either dying or winning redemption, the guards surged forward.

Ange roared once.

The excited Angel Skeleton roared louder, rushing ahead of everyone and spreading its wings.

For a moment, the enemy was hesitant. The appearance of the Angel Skeleton was too deceptive – an unripe, fair, cute, dense, and somewhat intimidating little girl. And she’s even a sacred angel. When she spread her wings to the believers, the enemy had the same reaction as Made’s Paladin team in the past.

Holy Light, lighting up the entire battlefield.

Those who dodged quickly rushed aside, those who were too slow were swallowed up by the Holy Light. The luxurious carriage of Nikola was directly hit, and its extravagant design evaporated, revealing a dark, steel-plated interior. It turns out it was an armored carriage.

“Charge! They’re closing the gate!” Negris grabbed the decaying Angel Skeleton and threw it onto Lightning’s back.

In the distance, the city gate was slowly closing. On the city wall, the Soldiers of the City Defense Army were terrified, frantically operating the winding rope.

If they didn’t escape before the city gate closed, they were doomed. The most terrifying thing about humans is not their strong individuals, but their organizational skills. They can summon countless soldiers and magicians to bury any enemy under their masses.

But, it seemed too late. Ange had used up all his backup cards, leaving only the Hand of Locke. Despair rises in Negris’ heart.

Just then, they saw Angel s Boundary-crossing Hand disappear. When he pulled it out again, he seemed to be struggling, as if he was dragging something heavy.

An adult-arm-thick crossbow arrow shot at Ange. In the rush, the City Defense Army could only turn one crossbow. Given more time, the dozens of crossbows on the city wall could be turned towards him.

“Ahaha!” A figure stepped in front of Ange. The Energy Sword swatted the crossbow arrow away.

Ange had finally dragged everything out; it was a steel mechanical construct weighing twenty tons.

Upon seeing it, Luther immediately started to complain, “So Petersburg was with you, I thought someone had stolen it. It caused us quite a bit of trouble to find it initially. But there is no Divine Seat here….”

He didn’t finish his sentence, when he saw Ange put his hands on Petersburg, the construct then made an excited sound, “Oh, oh, oh! Where did this energy come from? Such powerful soul energy, I am filled with power!!!”

Even though there was no Divine Seat, wasn’t Ange just like a walking energy source? Whose soul energy could be richer than his?

“Break it,” Ange pointed at the city gate that was slowly closing in the distance. “Yes, my lord, watch me smash it,” Petersburg slowly got up and began to step forward with its short, fifty-centimeter legs.

Negris was on the verge of tears, was it supposed to move with these short legs? Would it reach the city gate before dark?

Negris was overthinking it. How could Petersburg, the only talking guardian among the twelve guardians, rely on its short legs to move? Because it was knowledgeable?

As Petersburg began to move, its hands sprung out, extending tens of meters, clutching the edges and corners, moving its arm back and forth looked even faster than lightning.

The movement of a twenty-ton mechanical construct was like a twenty-ton war chariot rolling over anything obstructing its path. Everyone was taken by surprise and quickly stepped aside.

When Petersburg rammed into the city gate, the unreleased gate showed a magic pattern then popped open. The gate that the city guards had struggled to close was burst open by Petersburg.

Everyone rushed out with Petersburg and disappeared into the grove outside the city gate.

After pulling with both hands for about ten minutes, Petersburg let out a shout: “Argh, I am out of power… next time… ask me… to play….”

How many years had it been? From the day it was forged, Petersburg has never gone all out in a fight because the encounters were always snatched away by other guardians before it could reach.

Ange stuffed the construct back hurriedly, the group scrambled onto Lightning and galloped away, heads down.

Anthony raised his crystal goblet to the people on both sides of the long table, smiling and saying, “Gentlemen and ladies, I am gratified you could take the time out of your busy schedules to come here. Those among us are the most devout followers of the gods. At this perilous time, the power of the evil god is infecting the curia, and I don’t know how many people have been influenced by the evil god’s temptation….”

Before he could finish speaking, a panic-stricken guard ran in and interrupted. Anthony frowned; just as he was about to scold the intruder, he heard the guard report, “Sir, Archbishop of the Western District, Nikola Kevins Ill, has been assassinated.”

Anthony was shocked, “What?! Nikola is dead? How did he die?”

People at both sides of the table glanced at him strangely as if saying ‘Wouldn’t you know best how he died? You called us here for this meeting, must be to create an alibi.’

Anthony felt wronged and quickly realized that if Nikola was indeed dead, he would be the prime suspect. He had been gathering all the power of the Eastern Diocese and pressuring the Pope to punish Nikola for heresy.

Who was trying to frame him? If he wanted to get rid of Nikola, he would have done it openly and not through some ambush or assassination. That would not be his style.

The guard reported, “A Bronze Dragon with stunted growth, a human, an angel, an armored man, and a strange horse with a broken horn were involved.”

Anthony looked bemused and shared a glance with Silver Coin, who sat on his right. Why did this group seem familiar?

The guard continued, “The Pope orders you, Lord Bishop Anthony, to capture these assassins at all costs.”

People on both sides of the table looked at each other, seeing a knowing expression on each other’s faces. This was a veiled accusation against Anthony. Even the Pope believed Anthony was responsible and had ordered ‘at all costs’ pointing a deeper meaning towards the order.

Anthony glanced at everyone’s faces, a bitter feeling welling in his heart. Someone stole his monster, framed him for murder, and now…..