Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

A pang of anxiety surged through Negris’ heart: “Damn, things have been exposed, Ange, let us fight…”

He was about to shout out to make a breakout, and then strenuously bolster Ange into fighting, however, before the words left his lips, Fala had already hastened forward, reprimanding, “Shamara, you are spouting nonsense again.

This is Ascetic Monk Lord Ange, who has come to treat you. Don’t talk rubbish.”

Afterwards, he turns toward Ange with an apologetic smile, “Forgive us, Lord Ange. Shamara just speaks without thinking, her mental state isn’t very well; we hope you won’t take it to heart.”

Those words weren’t a reprimand at all! While the words coming out of him seemed like reproach, he was alternatively apologizing on Shamara’s behalf and defending her. His protective feelings were written all over his face.

It seems there is no need to fight our way out of here. Shamara has already been branded as an entity possessed by a devil; people won’t believe whatever she says anyway.

Shamara gave a small laugh, stopping from pursuing further questions, her eyes simply filled with curiosity as she gazed at Ange.

Negris felt a bit uncomfortable under her gaze: “It’s over, this saint doesn’t have a mental illness, nor is she possessed by a devil; how could we possibly cure her now? Forget it, order the others to leave first, lest our cover gets blown.”

Ange turned his head toward Fala and commanded: “You all, leave.”

Fala hesitated a bit, but in the end, he cast a concerned glance at Shamara and departed from the dungeon.

Shamara, full of curiosity, watched all of this while keeping silent. She only waved her hand after Fala had left, sealing all the holes and gaps in the dungeon walls.

Then, Shamara reposed her prior question: “Your Holy Light is too pure. You’re no believer of the Light, who are you?”

Above the dungeon, Fala, who was pressed to the ground listening through an ear tube, and the Paladin guarding the dungeon could hear nothing, looking at each other blankly.

Negris originally wanted to remind Ange about the eavesdropping, did not expect Shamara would actively seal the place; what does this mean?

Following Negris’ prompting, Ange asked: “You think I am not, why didn’t…

reveal it to them.”

“Because they’re not believers of the Light either.” Shamara responded.

“Ah? What do you mean? Aren’t they part of the Church of Light? Are they imposters?” Negris said, shocked.

Shamara shook her head, “No, they are part of the Church of Light, but they’re not believers of the Light. They don’t believe in the Light, they only believe in the church that can grant them power, authority, and wealth. If you tell them, that all the gods have disappeared, they would refuse to believe.”

Negris gasped for breath, this isn’t a tale of mental illness, this saint is very clear-minded. Everyone thought she was possessed by a devil, and yet she believes everyone else has forsaken their faith.

“They say you are demon-possessed. It seems you are not. I will go now.” Ange echoed Negris’ words and turned to leave right after.

The original plan was to forcibly push the goose onto a perch, to surreptitiously cure the saint’s assumed mental illness and then leave in a justifiable manner. Let alone if she really had mental illness, Negris was pretty confident about it.

The divine arts of the Church of Light were effective against physical injuries, diseases, and poisons. As for mental ailments, the Undead’s treatment methods were superb, even able to alter or erase memories – what was there to fear for mental illness?

But who would have thought the Saint didn’t have a mental illness, on the contrary, she was particularly lucid. But it seems, she no longer sees the Church of Light as true believers of the Light, but rather has turned into faithless chasers of power, wealth, and authority.

Great, then, you two can have your chat, and we shall leave.

“Wait, you still haven’t said, who you are, why do you hold such pure Power of Holy Light?” Shamara questioned.

“Pure, really?” Ange cast a Purification spell, the Holy Light resting in his palm.

“Pure, the true Holy Light, with no impurities. Unlike us, every one of us is filled with distractions, power, position, wealth, choice, gain and loss, reward, interest, desire, very pure.” Shamara said, expressing her envy.

“You all? You, impure?” Ange echoed Negris’ inquiry.

Negris was quite curious; from Shamara’s words, she seemed to think she wasn’t pure. This is strange; she clearly possessed a pair of pure, undefiled eyes, so why does she think she is impure?

Shamara shook her head: “I am impure, I have been seeking the pure Holy Light, seeking the purest Light. Such thought is so strong, that it made me impure. Now, all the gods have disappeared, yet I still want to monopolize the Holy Light, so I am even more impure. The pure Holy Light you possess is what I seek, can you give it to me?”

Shamara’s words send chills down Negris’ spine. It didn’t make sense that the strong desire to seek purity could actually lead to impurity. This problem was philosophical; it’s about religious debate. Moreover, Shamara’s last sentence gave off a vibe similar to ‘I like your life, may I take yours?’

Ange didn’t find this odd, he handed over the Holy Light in his palms; the angelic skeleton would often ask for his Holy Light, right? When he used to cast powerful spells, the skeleton would devour sixty to seventy Holy Lights.

Shamara reached out to grasp the Holy Light; however, as soon as it was in her hand, it dissipated quickly.

Seeing the scattered bits of Holy Light, Shamara hurried to capture it, but she couldn’t catch anything.

“It’s gone, it’s gone, quickly give me the Holy Light.” Shamara turned to Ange and urged anxiously, just like a little girl who lost her toy.

Negris sensed something was off; he warned Ange through his soul, “There’s something odd about her, you must be careful.”

What’s wrong? Ange tilted his head, what’s wrong? When the angelic skeleton begs Ange to heal it, it looks exactly like this, right?

Negris felt like vomiting blood, he roared, “Exactly! That’s the problem! Who in the world would act like the angelic skeleton under normal circumstances?”

Ange didn’t mind, he again conjured up a Holy Light. Shamara’s agitation only escalated as she still couldn’t grasp it.

So Ange changed to the Face Purification Technique; if Purification couldn’t be grasped, would the Face Purification Technique do?

Shamara caught it immediately and quickly realized that something was wrong: “You defined the Holy Light? You defined the Holy Light!” First in doubt, then in affirmation.

Ever since more than a thousand years ago, the Church of Light hasn’t given birth to new divine arts, because no one could define the Holy Light. Whether it was Purification, Holy Word Technique, or even Nikola’s Original Sin Shackles, Path of Tenacity etc., they were all left behind from over a thousand years ago.

However, today, Shamara saw a divine art that was not recorded in the Holy Code, an entirely new divine art. This signifies that someone managed to define the Holy Light.

“This is what I’ve been searching for, give it to me, give it to me, give me, give me! ! ” Shamara desperately clawed at Angel s hand, her movements getting more aggressive, to the point where she seemed to be snatching it.

By now even Ange found something amiss; Shamara’s emotions were extremely unstable, and the last ‘give me’ was even shouted out, looking ferocious.

Boom! With the final roar, a burst of Holy Light exploded from Shamara’s body. An apparition of a saint, as if traversing through void, hurtled toward her body – a Holy Spirit Possession.

“Give me, I want it.” Shamara stared at Ange without any expression, a cold tone in her voice. Behind her swiftly sprouted a pair of wings constructed of energy, a pair of wings that is present during Holy Spirit Possession – Wings of the Holy Spirit.

However, Shamara’s Wings of the Holy Spirit, were grey..