Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

If not for the beating she had taken, the fallen angel would never have allowed anyone to lay a hand on her head.

With a sprinkle of sacred essence, the little sapling was brought out and placed on top of her head. Having not had the chance to perform for a long time, the little sapling enthusiastically waved its leaves, transmitting the message: “Grow harder, harder, grow the energy, the energy, grow ” with an unprecedented fervor.

Unfortunately, it was placed in the wrong direction. Ange twisted the potted plant half a turn and indicated the correct way to Shamara with his fingers.

The little sapling rustled around the edge of the pot, befuddled for a moment before it understood, and began to sway its leaves again: “Grow harder, harder, grow ”

Simultaneously, as the little sapling encouraged growth, Ange summoned holy light to shine upon Shamara’s head.

Shamara stood obediently, looking up at the sacred light with her eyes, several times wanting to reach out to grasp it.

However, inside her heart was a voice that repeatedly screamed: “Don’t move! Do you want to die? Don’t move! Do you want to die?! If you move, you’ll die!”

Death wasn’t what she was afraid of, but rather, she knew that she couldn’t steal it away. She couldn’t steal these holy lights. “Such pure holy light, you are the real light,” she said.

Ange tilted his head. He saw a soul flame surge from Shamara’s body as if it wanted to plunge into him, but it took a detour midway and shrank back into her body.

With a sincere smile, she said, “I cannot follow you, I want to find my own light.”

Ange nodded in agreement.

Negris was wholly confused. What did she mean by that? Did Shamara almost start following Ange?

Kvada, why the shock? A false god who steals the power of light was about to follow Ange?

Never mind that a false god becoming Ange’s disciple would be shocking, but if she really did become a follower, wouldn’t Ange be able to use her as a node to intensify the theft of the power of light?

It sounded like Shamara almost believed, but finally didn’t. Kvada, why doesn’t she believe? Why not believe? If you believe in Ange, let’s see if this damn skeleton will suck the divine aspect of light dry.

Negris was so anxious that his hands and feet twitched. He desperately wanted to choke her, forcing her to believe in Ange. But Ange was just nodding his head as if nothing had happened, almost driving the bronze dragon to his death.

With the combined power of the life essence, holy light, and the sapling, some sparse hairs begin to sprout on Shamara’s head.

Shamara touched it and, feeling the noticeable difference, couldn’t help but comment, “It’s so incredible, even the power of light couldn’t cure baldness, ah—” Once she finished speaking, Shamara opened her mouth wide.

Negris noticed that Shamara’s problems were all with her hair, nails, and teeth, but her flesh was incredibly lively. Not only did she not have a single wrinkle on her face, but she also didn’t have any spots. The only problem was that her skin was a bit too dry.

Why was there such a difference? These places her blood couldn’t reach, they were all the ends of keratinous and bony structures. Biologically speaking, they were dead. As a living creature aged, the first signs of trouble appeared in these places. The Holy Light was ineffective against the dead.

Hair and nails, as long as the body is still ‘alive,’ will naturally grow to replace the old. But teeth are different. Human teeth grow only twice in a lifetime, and without the bud of a milk tooth, no matter how much essence liquid and holy light are used, teeth can’t regrow.

“Do you want me to find something to replenish you with?” Negris suggested.

Ange did not say anything, and Shamara did not move. She just stood there agape, clearly understanding that Ascetic Monk Lord An was the one who was useful and that the dragon was all talk.

Ange contemplated for a moment, then took out a bottle of Concentrated Worm Ash Essence. He dropped some on one of the rotten molars, and then he used the rebirth technique on that tooth.

Visibly to the eyes, the tooth regrew its pulp, its periodontal, and enamel. In the middle of the process, the growth slowed down, and Ange used the rebirth technique twice more. Just like that, the decayed tooth transformed before their eyes into a shining, healthy, milky-white tooth.

“Who knew that would work? Bug ash liquid, which is not used for reviving dead things, is used to fix a tooth? The rebirth technique, which is not used to resurrect the dead, is used to fix a tooth?” Negris was left utterly baffled.

The use of Insect Ash Liquid in bringing the dead back to life could be put to use like this? Just like using the Grim Reaper’s scythe to cut grass, only the Farming Skeleton could pull something like this off.

Ange felt that the concentrated Insect Ash liquid was too potent, so he switched to a regular one, smeared the entirety of Shamara’s teeth with it, dropped a droplet on each cavity, and then cast the Rebirth Technique.

A few minutes later, Shamara revealed a mouth of shiny white teeth, grinned so radiantly and dropped a line before flying off, “I’m going to kill someone.”

Back at Fallen Dragon Lake, when Negris briefed Lisa about everything, she rushed over with sparkles in her eyes: “My Lord, they said you can make teeth whiter, have a look at mine, ah—”

Clatter, the billboard in the beauty salon of Goddess of Beauty City was torn down. It was replaced with a magic photocopy of Lisa’s gleaming white teeth and bright smile. The phrase — “Full-set package for treating and whitening cavities, 100,000 demon crystals. Act fast if you wish to purchase,” written in big universal, elf, dwarf, and dragon pattern texts was on it.

Not just the billboard, Lisa, Anna, Lan, Sava, Sofia, and Vania collectively hit the streets, distributing leaflets everywhere. They’d show their white teeth to everyone they met, so much so that it’s definitely hard for others to keep their eyes open.

In particular, Vania, the dignified minotaur, opened her mouth so wide that people thought she was going to bite them, which scared them into dashing away. But the shock left an extremely deep impression of her healthy white teeth.

The news about the beauty clinic’s ability to treat cavities quickly spread along the East River and radiated to Roland City and beyond.

At the same time, there was another news spreading; Duke Leite had harassed a woman near the city gate and was slain on the spot by the woman amidst a heavy guard patrol. Upon further inquiry, it turned out that the woman was the Fallen Angel Shamara.

Upon hearing the news, people simply said: “She deserves it” and carried on with their own business.

Lately, news about Shamara was making headlines daily. The number of people she had tainted could even form a Fallen Legion. What’s the big deal about killing a duke?

Especially when it was Duke Leite who harassed her first.

It was such a coincidence, Shamara was preparing to sneak into the city to kill Leite. Who knew that the moment she entered the city, she ran into Duke Leite’s retinue. Her pearly white teeth, full head of hair, youthfulness, charm, and pure, angelic demeanor caught the Duke’s attention at first sight.

Her commoner wife disguise made Duke Leite feel compassionate, thinking she was an ordinary civilian. He wanted to invite her back to his castle to take care of her, but the next thing he knew, she had transformed, slapped the face of his chief Sword Saint guard into shreds, causing his team to fall into chaos. Finally, she thrust a black Sacred Flame into his body, and he was instantly judged.

“Shamara doesn’t kill people on a whim, and Leite dares to harass her? He deserved the judgement.”

After the news spread once, no one paid attention any further. Is it not normal for a Fallen Angel to kill people? We wish we could capture her, but we just can’t.

Not only were the natives unaffected, but Negris also didn’t bother about it. He was discussing a more serious problem with Anthony- the Gods of Light were returning.

Anthony’s voice was trembling, “Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure? The Gods of Light really are returning?”

“Or maybe a rebirth. Shamara said she feels someone else is competing with her for the divine power of Light. You sure it’s not you?” asked Negris.

“Oh hell no, if I had that ability, I would’ve stolen it long ago. No need to have this much trouble. We’re doomed, either rebirth or return, I’m in big trouble. What should I do? Should I run?” Anthony was starting to panic.

“What are you running for? Why don’t you find out who’s stealing the belief and find a way to get rid of him? Judging by the current situation, even if it’s a rebirth, the newborn Gods of Light won’t be that strong.” Negris said.

“I, you, you make it sounds so easy, I…”

Just then, Lisa rushed in and said in a strange tone: “My Lord, the Silver Knights are here to pay a visit.”

“The Silver Knights? Weren’t their elites blown up last time? What are they visiting us for?”

“It seems like they want to collect protection money.”