Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

A whole team of paladins had been sprayed to death, leaving only a Holy Spirit Angel, wrapped in a holy shroud, its eyes veiled, lying still.

Ange temporarily tucked it into the Temple of Rest, then checked the Little Angel’s body. His fingers touched its skin, instantly emitting white smoke.

“Huh? Such pure Power of Holy Light, has the little one become a real angel?” Negris flew over, curiously touched it with his little claw, and immediately a wisp of white smoke rose up.

At the same time, a burning pain entered Negris’ soul, as if being scalded.

Feilin came over and curiously poked it, instantly retracting his hand with a hiss.

Lisa also came over and curiously poked it, crying out and quickly retracting her hand.

Lan, Anna, and Little Zombie came over.

“Roar!” The impatient Little Angel smacked a punch at Little Zombie’s eye socket, causing it to smoke.

“It seems it really has become a Holy Spirit, with pure Power of Holy Light and the ability to burn souls. I thought my claws were blistered.” Negris commented.

Lisa asked in confusion, “How come? Why is the Little Angel’s soul unharmed? The Holy Light’s first target should be its soul.”

“Ange is shielding it. Even the strongest Holy Light can’t burn its soul under the protection of the Undead God.”

“Then why did it not turn to ash when it released the Holy Light Flash this time?” asked Feilin.

“Because its body was healed by Holy Light, the real body of an angel doesn’t clash with the Holy Light Flash.”

“Doesn’t that mean it can release a Holy Light Flash anytime and anywhere from now on?” Lisa’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.

“Should we try?” Everyone turned their eyes towards Ange.

Ange nodded at the Little Angel.

The Little Angel pushed its palms forward, and between its two palms, it released a small cluster of Holy Light like a sigh.

“Needs charging, it might be out of energy.” said Negris.

Ange did a Holy Light sacrifice for the Little Angel to supplement its energy. After ‘eating’ a quantity of Holy Light equivalent to about ninety first-grade Purifications, the Little Angel tilted its head and let out a roar.

“It said, it’d take this long before it can release again.” Ange mimed with her hands, translating the Little Angel’s words to everyone else.

“Uh, ‘this long’ means how long?” Negris asked.

Ange converted it in her head, “Three hours.”

“Ah…” Lisa sighed in disappointment, “I was just imagining Ange carrying the Little Angel, charging it while ‘beep beep beep’ blowing up enemies along the way. It’s such a pity that it takes three hours.”

Everyone imagined the scene Lisa described and sighed in disappointment.

Negris snapped, “Even a six-winged angel cannot keep releasing Holy Light Flash, its body wouldn’t stand it. It is fast enough now. It used to take two days to recover after each release.”

It used to take the Little Angel two days to recover its body after each Holy Light Flash.

After checking up on the Little Angel, everyone turned their attention to Feilin and Lisa. Negris asked, “What’s the deal with these paladins?”

Feilin said, “We don’t know either. After we left the Dark City, we saw these paladins when we got on the new road and they chased us all the way back.”

Jerika first saluted Ange before saying, “These paladins are enemies that have been wandering around Dark City for ages. They probably wanted to track us down and find out where we were heading, that’s why they followed.”

“Wandering?” Negris didn’t quite understand the meaning of this phrase.

Feilin explained, “Yes, their Dark City, while being called a city, is actually a gigantic underground cave system spread across a rocky hill. It covers thousands of square kilometers, the exits and entrances are everywhere, just like a super-sized ant hill. Its scale is even larger than our Witch City. Unless you have hundreds of thousands of soldiers, you simply can’t seal all the exits and entrances.”

“So the Church of Light stationed a Silver Knight Group there to stay and hunt year-round. They wander around everywhere. When we left, they must’ve run into us. For a bigger victory, they secretly followed us. But they never expected a road to suddenly appear in the desert, and we managed to run all the way back.”

Negris nodded, understanding. As long as one has visited the Witch City, hearing that the scale is even larger, they could understand how gigantic the underground space is, not something a small number of people could blockade.

“What’s the situation there now? Isn’t there a pathogen that can corrode the undead? Did you bring that back?” Negris asked.

“We did bring it back, and we also brought back a sick ‘person.’ The people of Dark City said that they are willing to pay any price, asking us to save him,” Feilin said.

Negris glanced behind them, his gaze finally landing on the horse-shaped object wrapped tightly all over but occasionally emanating an aura of death.

“You brought back a sick ‘PERSON’?” Negris emphasized the word ‘person.’

“Er, not exactly a person either,” replied Jerika. Before she had run over to the horse-shaped object, fetched a box, and set it on the ground.

“There’s a sick ‘person’ in this box?” Negris asked with suspicion. This box, only thirty centimeters in each dimension, couldn’t possibly hold a person, even if they were broken up into pieces.

In the end, Anna went over to open the box. She was a living being, not needing to fear the ‘pathogen that corrodes the undead.’

Upon opening the box, inside was a brilliant golden skull. The moment the box was opened, the golden skull began to gnash its teeth, its soul crying out, “You despicable beings, to treat me, Goldteeth Guben, like this! When my king descends, he will surely tear you to pieces.”

Negris gestured for Anna to close the box, asking with confusion, “What’s going on?”

Feilin announced, “According to the information I gathered in Dark City, this Goldteeth Guben claimed to be a messenger of the Undead Empire. Not too long ago, he appeared near Dark City with a group of Silver Skeletons, seeking an audience with the City Lord, demanding that the undead of Dark City be loyal to the Undead Empire. Before the upper echelons of Dark City could make a decision, this Golden Skeleton fell ill. His body started rotting non-stop until he was reduced to just a head.”

“The Silver Skeletons he brought were no exception. Then, from then on, this pathogen spread throughout Dark City, infecting more and more undead. But Goldteeth Guben insisted that Dark City had set a trap for him, demanding compensation.”

“Jerika was infected by this pathogen before, and it was cleared up by Ange’s holy light. The people of Dark City were ecstatic, preparing to come and pay their respects to Ange. However, it’s not easy for them to leave Dark City, they can’t leave all at once, or else the Silver Knight Group would easily find out.”

Negris didn’t hear the rest of the conversation: the Undead Empire? Someone is impersonating the Undead Empire?