Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Ange wrapped the Faith Elemental Force into their arms, “It’s mine.”

“Yes, yes, yes, it’s yours. How come you’re acting like a Little Angel now? Even though it’s yours, they don’t know who you are, so they’ve wrongly worshiped. This power slipped away through the network of the Faith Elemental Force of the Gods of Light, and you capturing it now essentially means you’ve robbed the faith of the Gods of Light, do you understand?” Negris said helplessly.

This is serious stuff. Divine faith is the foundation of gods. Seizing another god’s faith is essentially undermining them. It’s a cause for an unceasing divine war.

Ange tilted their head, suddenly let out a ‘meow’ towards the distance. In no time, the Little Angel, with its large wings spread holding its hands, ran over.

An angel, isn’t that an emissary of light? The believers around them started worshiping with even more enthusiasm. The Faith Elemental Force gathered continuously, keeping Ange busy, grabbing at it aimlessly so as not to lose a single drop.

When the Little Angel arrived, Ange stuffed a large clump of Faith Elemental Force into its hands.

Little Angel blinked its eyes, holding the Faith Elemental Force in its hands, looking at Ange with confusion.

“Meow!” Ange made a biting gesture.

Little Angel then understood and took a bite of the Faith Elemental Force.

The former Little Angel was just a skeleton wrapped in flesh, but that night, after it toughed out the Holy Spirit Angel’s Holy Light Flash, the power of Holy Light worked on its holy body, evaporating its flesh, reshaping it, regenerating it into a true Holy Spirit Angel.

Recently, Little Zombie wasn’t keen on playing with it. Every time it touched it, it was sizzled by the heat.

A true Holy Spirit would naturally not be harmed by the power of the Light’s faith. Little Angel bit and sucked it in, finished chewing and then pounced on the rest of the Faith Elemental Force.

A Holy Spirit Angel hopping around in front of everyone, isn’t this more direct and vivid than the elusive Gods of Light? Suddenly, everyone’s prayer subject immediately changed to Little Angel. Now they didn’t have to struggle to grasp it anymore, the Faith Elemental Force directly floated in front of Little Angel, just reach out and it could be captured.

Negris sighed, he felt deep helplessness: “Thankfully the Gods of Light disappeared, otherwise, we would have to face a divine war right now. Daring to steal their Divine Faith? But honestly, how did you do it? Did you really just grab it and it was yours?”

Stealing the divine faith of other gods is not an easy thing to do. Even if the Truth Mage came, it still wouldn’t be possible-the magic and divine arts are not of the same system.

Ange tilted their head, unsure of how to respond. They didn’t know how they did it either, they just felt like they could do it, so they grabbed, and they succeeded.

Seeing them like this, Negris knew he wouldn’t get an answer and flew away frustrated.

Ange continued healing while the Little Angel on the side, grabbing at the faith. They were both endlessly busy. As long as the Faith Elemental Force didn’t float away, Ange didn’t care if Little Angel got it, because in the end, if Little Angel had it, it meant that Ange had it too.

Healing is a miracle, ‘constant healing’ is also a miracle. Even in the scriptures of the church, there were very few beings who could constantly heal thousands. Only certain saints had done so, exhausting their hearts and vomiting blood, creating miracles before their death.

As the number of people healed increased, the people lining up behind became more and more firm in their beliefs.

There was a thin man with clean eyebrows and handsome eyes in the crowd who was wearing a coat in this hot weather. He watched Ange from a distance, his expression uncertain and fluctuating, as if he was making a difficult decision.

Quickly, it was the thin man’s turn. Ange split their attention, performing the Face Purification Technique on him.

Feeling the comfort that spread throughout his body, the thin man clenched his teeth, showing a fearless expression, shut his eyes tightly and opened his coat.

There was nothing under the coat but some old scars, mostly whip marks, and he was missing a part that men should have.

“A eunuch?! A eunuch, so that’s what it looks like there.”

The moment the surrounding whispers reached the eunuch, it was more than he could bear, but for the sliver of hope, he let it all hang out.

Ange didn’t feel anything unusual. They cast another Face Purification Technique on him, the age-old injuries healed quickly, shedding the old scars revealing fresh, tender flesh, but the missing part still didn’t grow back.

This didn’t stump Ange. They flipped their palm and took out a bottle of Holy Essence Liquid, took a few drops and splashed it, followed by several Face Purification Techniques…

After a few rounds, the missing part grew back. Then Ange moved on to the next person, leaving the eunuch standing blankly in place.

“Get moving, you got your part back, don’t stand there blocking the path,” the person pushed him impatiently from behind.

It grew back? The former eunuch abruptly opened his eyes, looked down and there it was, the thing he yearned for in his dreams, swaying back and forth now.

Strong emotions washed over him, leaving his mind blank. He was castrated when he was very young, from never having seen his own part to dreaming about it countless times, the reality of this moment was far more tangible.

He knew he should be laughing, but as soon as he cracked a smile, tears silently streamed down his face.

The man behind him who pushed him earlier took a glance: “Not small, I should have cut it off too, so that the grown-up could help me enlarge it.” After saying so, the man pushed him aside roughly, shoving the speechlessly crying man off the road.