Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The scent of death was thick, quickly dissipating under the scorching sun, or seeping into the sand. However, as Ange skated forward, these deathly essences began to slowly gather towards him like they had found some anchor point.

The deathly essences seemed to merge into lines, converging into Ange’s hand. Once they had reached Ange’s body, the deathly aura, which would have quickly dissipated under the sun, solidified.

Ange attempted to manipulate these lines, but because there were so many, it resulted in him being pulled forward.

The skeleton of the Angel, now reduced to a skeleton, came forward to support Ange first. The Little Zombie also reacted and grabbed the other side of Ange.

The others tried to help but were stopped by Negris: “Don’t interfere. Let him handle it or it might backlash.”

Feilin and Aisike agreed, preventing others from interfering, especially the Purple Skeleton Titans emerging from the forest.

All magic and abilities have a chance of backfiring. If Ange can’t handle it himself, what if others get involved and make a mess?

“Should we call the Little Angel and Little Zombie back?” someone asked.

“No need, they’ve a soul bond with Ange, they’re of the same body.”

“You also share a soul bond, why didn’t you help? Because you’re too weak?” Lightning countered.

Ignoring the comment, Lightning shouted towards the forest: “Purple Corpse!”

“Speak properly…” Lightning pounced forward to cover Negris’ mouth, but Negris’ body was too large. What if the encounter broke the underdeveloped Bronze Dragon?

“Roar~~~” A low roar came from afar, and when looking over the Bronze Giant Dragon had adopted a dangerous vertical pupil, its sight locking onto Lightning.

Lightning’s embrace promptly turned into an air-petting gesture, spontaneously grooming the air by Negris’ body, then shuffling aside with a crestfallen look.

It was challenging for a ‘horse’ to adopt such a posture, and the harder part was everyone had started learning how to restrain it, decreasing its chances to ‘speak’.

Negris gave Lightning a look of disdain, shifting his gaze towards the formation of the Sand Thieves. The Thieves were hesitating to advance. Apparently, the losses from the first group had them baffled and they hadn’t recovered yet.

A luxurious carriage appeared at the rear of the Thieves’ formation, circled by at least a dozen high-level sword fighters. A large emblem was visible on the carriage.

“Huh? The Rose Badge? A mage of the Rose Mage Tower? To wear that badge, you must at least be a Great Magician, right?” Negris recognised the emblem on the carriage immediately.

“Hmm? A Great Magician? Such a grandiose presence?” Feilin spoke enviously.

As the carriage door opened, an attendant instantly put down a footboard. A mage in a robe, leaning on an attendant’s hand, walked onto the footboard from within.

The mage was quite old, perhaps in his sixties. He first shaded his forehead to look at the sun, revealing an impatient look.

Seeing his expression, two attendants promptly put up a sunshade, blocking off the sunlight for him.

The mage fanned himself with his hand, and immediately, another attendant approached with a folding fan to fan him.

But the desert noon wind was scorching, and fanning it against him was likely to be even hotter. The mage snapped at the fanning attendant. The attendant quickly apologised while adjusting his fanning to be in front of the mage.

As the mage’s hand brushed the fan’s surface, a visible chill formed. Now the wind fanned out was cool.

However, the mage still looked impatient, reluctantly turning his gaze towards where Ange and the others were.

“I really feel like punching him,” muttered Luther suddenly because he couldn’t stand those people who acted grand.

Everyone agreed in unison, with Negris adding: “It’s not easy to hit him, but Lisa, come here. You know how to use the Flash Technique, right?”

Lisa nodded, “You mean he’ll use Eagle Eye Technique? Want me to use the Flash Technique on him? But it’s hard to tell the timing.”

Confident, Negris replied: “Get ready and wait for my command…ready…fire.”

The Magician was late and from where he stood, the easiest way to get a clear view was to cast the Eagle Eye Technique.

The Eagle Eye Technique distorts and refracts the air in front, creating a zoom effect, pulling distant scenery closer to view.

However, if at the same time as he was pulling the distant scenery closer, there was a Flash Technique at the focus point, it would be more uncomfortable than being flashed at close range.

But the timing was hard to grasp. If the spell was released too soon and had not yet focused, it would not work. If it was released too late, he would see you preparing to cast a spell, and he would be on his guard. Even a slight squint of his eyes would neutralise the effect.

As soon as Negris said ‘fire,’ Lisa instantly cast a Flash Technique. This low-level magic, she could easily release it without borrowing Ange’s power.

The Magician had just cast the Eagle Eye Technique when he immediately got flashed in his eyes, causing him to close them involuntarily.

Several attendants immediately stepped forward to support him but were pushed away impatiently. The Magician even slapped one across the face.

The follower who was slapped showed neither anger nor resentment but promptly knelt down to apologise.

The Magician cursed loudly, making his way back into the carriage. As the door was closing, a cool breeze leaked out. It turns out the carriage was magicked to have cooling capabilities.