Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

As for the situation of the Undead Empire, Negris knew it best. How could there be an Undead Empire when the Resting Camp had turned into such a shambles? Where on earth had this Golden Teeth sprung from?

“Your naming style is quite reminiscent of the Undead Empire. Who is your king?” Negris asked.

“Our king, Steadfast Locke, the Lord of Mourning, the Undead King! Tremble at his name, you foolish mortals!” The last remaining head of Golden Teeth roared from where it sat.

Everyone turned to look at Lisa, “This doesn’t feel right. It feels more like the Church of Light.”

Lisa nodded, “That was how I used to be.”

“What should we do?” Someone asked.

“Let’s treat it first, then we’ll see where things go.” Negris said.

The holy light swept across Golden Teeth’s skull, and a puff of black smoke rose from it. Thin layers of bone fell off Golden Teeth’s skeleton, and upon closer inspection, the slow decay had also disappeared. Obviously, the bacteria that had caused the bone decay were no longer there.

“Ho… holy light?” Golden Teeth was shocked.

There were numerous bodies of sand thieves buried under the meadow. Ange randomly picked out a fully skeletal one, removed its head, and replaced it with Golden Teeth’s skull.

The Golden Skeleton possessed a Soul Heart. The Soul Strength of Golden Teeth, was powerful, surpassing everyone but Ange and Brooks.

Once it regained a body and the ability to move, it moved a few times, then suddenly spurred an immense wave of soul flame to engulf its bones.

The skeleton was a withered bone buried in the ground that hadn’t been tempered. After the meddling of the Golden Skeleton, it swiftly transformed into gray bone. Then, a Scythe of Death slowly appeared in its hand: “Foolish mortals…”.

A figure crashed into it at high speed, almost toppling it over, causing it to roll away with a clang.

The fast-moving figure pursued relentlessly, its hands wielding two hoes, rapidly digging into Golden Teeth’s body, causing bone dust to fly from the newly tempered bones.

Clang! One of the hoes got stuck in Golden Teeth’s bone.

Golden Teeth kicked the Little Zombie, and swung down the Scythe of Death.

Clang! The Scythe of Death got stuck on the Little Zombie’s Soul Armor and didn’t make it through.

Golden Teeth dragged the Scythe of Death forcefully, puzzled, before realizing what was going on: “Soul Armor?”

Using the force of the drag, the Little Zombie charged into Golden Teeth again, with the hoe continuing to dig into it like he was digging a large hole.

Golden Teeth was in disarray. The Scythe of Death was a long-handled weapon, but the Little Zombie’s hoe was a short, dagger-like weapon. When the Little Zombie got up close and personal, Golden Teeth found itself in a very passive position.

With a furious glare, its eye sockets blazed – Soul Impact.

This was an upper-level Undead’s most practical move against a lower-level Undead. If the gap was too wide, it could even directly blow up the opponent’s soul. Because of this kind of soul suppression, lower-order undead creatures had a hard time defeating higher-order ones.

However, Golden Teeth’s Soul Impact was like colliding with a wall. It encountered a weak soul that it assumed would explode on the spot. But when it charged, it found that the soul was like a protruding brick on a wall, covered by a colossal object behind it.

Golden Fang was knocked dizzy and heavily injured by Little Zombie, to the point where one of his ribs broke under the relentless attack.

Frustrated, Golden Fang dropped the Scythe of Death, smashing a fist into Little Zombie’s rib.

Little Zombie merely staggered a little, absorbing the punch with surprising toughness, while his right hand swung the hoe onto Golden Fang’s cheek.

Negris and Brooks’ eyes lit up, “Hey, that was a great move to unload the force. Who taught him that?” Negris asked.

Without turning his head, Little Angel thumped his chest and roared in affirmation.

Clang! The hoe collided with Golden Fang’s cheek, sparks flying. His cheek only had a white mark, unlike his body, which was chipped pieces.

“The gap is too big. If Golden Fang were not a mere head, Little Zombie would struggle to maintain the advantage.” said Negris.

Feilin turned his head with a puzzled look, “Err, Lord Negris, isn’t it already incredible enough? Little Zombie is only at the Tough Skin Zombie level, but he’s taking on a Golden Skeleton, he even managed to immobilize the Scythe of Death.”

“Purely because of good equipment. Without the Soul Armor, without Ange protecting it, without bathing in the Liquid of the Breath of Death. Let’s stop playing around and capture it for questioning,” Negris said.

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it. Ancestor, you rest.” Brooks volunteering enthusiastically. This Golden Skeleton proclaimed itself to be a follower of Steadfast Locke, who had died, meaning there was no one supporting it. It was a good opportunity to show off and avoid Negris’ incessant mockery.

Brooks bombarded it with magic, shattering Golden Fang’s body and leaving only a skull.

He extracted the soul, crushed it and searched its memories. Since it was a Golden Skeleton, only Ange had the ability to search its soul. After some operations, Ange extracted some important memories: “It, loyal to the Light.”

“Oh, indeed.” Negris revealed a told-you-so expression.

The skeleton of Steadfast Locke was still in Ange’s hands. These people couldn’t possibly be Locke’s people. The only possibility was that they were imposters and from an opposing faction.

The real remnants of the Undead Empire dared not use Locke’s name because of everlasting reverence.

“So, these undead viruses were also created by the Church of Light? Is Dark City really that important? Worth sending a Golden Skeleton and twelve Silver Skeletons to spread the disease?” Negris wondered aloud.

“No, they infected, incidentally.” Ange said.

Ange recounted the memories he had searched. Everyone listened with confusion. Ange’s storytelling ability was poor. His phrases popped out one by one; it was only by continually questioning him that they could fully understand his meaning.

And yet his communication with Little Angel and Little Zombie was smooth. A few roaring sounds were enough to express a lot of meaning, which was very strange.

According to the memories Ange gained, these undead beings were loyal to the Church of Light. They were consistently fighting in the Land of Fallen. For some unknown reason, they suddenly contracted a disease that made the undead rot.

It wasn’t a big problem initially as the disease could be purified with Holy Light. However, the Silver Knight Group had a sudden idea to use it to break through Dark City. There were mostly undead in that city. If they were infected with this disease, Dark City would collapse.

“The Land of Fallen? Ah, I remember Anthony mentioning one of the three main dioceses, one of which is the Land of Fallen Diocese. Let’s ask him.”

Very quickly, Ange found Anthony through Soul Connection. After hearing Ange’s description, Anthony answered hesitantly, “Lord, do you remember the Divine Riding Badge you carry, flashing with the Highest Mobilization Order?”

PS: I took my son out to play for an afternoon, so tired. I may not manage to write the next chapter on time. Will owe you one.