Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Lisa enthusiastically rolled up her sleeves, preparing to apply Holy Light.

“Holy Light! Dogs of Light!” The witch was shocked. As a witch, being touched by Holy Light could mean the end for her.

Initially, she thought they were neutral based on their attitudes when they heard about witches. She didn’t expect them to be disguised as Dogs of Light.

Regardless of being watched by two powerful wizards, or even ten thousand wizards, a witch would never let shit hit her – Holy Light was considered far worse than shit in her eyes.

“Ah!” Just as the witch was about to resist, Lisa’s body abruptly emitted a circle of Holy Light, nudging her away. Lisa said calmly, “Stay still.”

It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed hold of her, rendering her unable to move an inch.

A disturbance broke out in the merchant convoy. Erik wanted to move instinctively, but he froze instantly. Glancing over, he saw the wizard’s gaze fixated on him, a stream of fireballs in front of him.

“No… surely not…” Erik mumbled to himself, feeling as if a siege crossbow was being aimed at his head. A Level 1 Magic spell might not mean much to Ange, but to a merchant like Erik, it was as devastating as a Magic Crystal Cannon.

He turned back to find that the little girl had somehow made her way beside him, her hands wrapped in Holy Light like two boxing gloves ready to punch at any moment.

Seeing that he had stopped and did not put up a fight, she pouted in apparent disappointment.

Looking behind the girl, he saw that a teenage boy had already readied himself, smoke rising from his body as he prepared for Armorization.

Erik felt a shiver pass through him. Even if he wanted to fart now, it would be soundlessly due to shock.

While everyone remained motionless, Lisa’s Holy Light was applied to the back of the witch’s hand.

The wrinkly flesh on the back of her hand visibly plumped up; not just that, but the crust accumulated over hundreds of years was also completely Purified. Her hand was now pale and tender, even more lively than that of a living person.

“Let me introduce you to the Face Purification Technique. It’s a complete skincare solution: whitening, softening, removing spots, crow’s feet and moisturizing,” Lisa said with a smile, releasing the witch from her hold.

The witch held up her hand and stared blankly at it. The expression under her widow’s veil was not visible to anyone, but it was apparent that her body was trembling slightly.

After a moment, the witch suddenly scratched the back of her hand strenuously, as if trying to remove the fresh, supple skin. When she discovered it couldn’t be peeled off, she snapped back to her senses, asking in a firm tone, “How much?”

Lisa smiled softly, replying calmly, “Well, that depends on you. In your mind, how much is a fresh, vibrant body like mine worth?”

At first, no one believed when Lisa claimed to be over a thousand years old. But now, everyone finally understood that the woman in the black veil standing before them, with her plump, fresh and young appearance, could really be an ancient witch.

The witch leaned forward and began whispering to Lisa. No one knew what they were discussing, but after a while, Lisa started applying Holy Light onto her face through her veil. After a few wipes, Lisa sighed and said, “I was too late. Let me show you a miracle instead.”

Shuffling over to Ange, she pleaded, “Sir, sir, help me show her a miracle. I’ve been on this plane for almost a month now, and I haven’t garnered a single zealot. Sofia has been constantly messing around.”

“Miracle?” Ange tilted his head in confusion.

“Just use the Face Purification Technique to restore her, the faster and flashier, the better,” Lisa instructed.

“Oh.” Ange didn’t understand what ‘flashier’ meant, but he knew what ‘faster’ implied. As soon as Lisa finished speaking, he shot a cluster of Holy Light towards the witch, hovering beside her.

Then, with a slight pinch of his hand from afar, all the orbs of Holy Light were sent plunging into the witch’s body. The overwhelming Holy Light vaporized her clothes, leaving behind an unsightly witch that people would rather avoid looking at.

Witches were ugly to begin with, or at least in the eyes of the Life Species, these shriveled, moving corpses were devoid of any aesthetic appeal. Lisa, when she was a witch, had put in a lot of effort just to make herself appear ‘clean’, which was far from beautiful.

A creature like Little Zombie was slightly better, as it was a witch from the moment it became conscious, making it oblivious to its ugliness.

Those witches who were once humans or elves, retaining the memories of their past lives, found it much harder to accept their current state.

For the witches whose bodies weren’t well preserved and were half-rotten by the time they turned into zombies, this deteriorating state was permanent. Those with a weak constitution might never want to see themselves again and might even commit suicide from the shock.

The witch before them was one of the poorly preserved. Half her face was rotten, revealing half her gum and nostril. She had no hair or ears and her collarbone was also rotting away, exposing her ivory white windpipe that twitched every time she screamed.

“Ugh!” Some merchants with weak constitutions vomited on the spot.

Erik turned pale, startled by the horrifying appearance of the female mage he had always admired. Despite being mentally prepared, the visual impact was far more shocking than he had anticipated.

The witch, feeling both humiliated and furious, had her most feared side exposed to everyone. But under the massive Holy Light, she couldn’t even move a single finger, let alone scream.