Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Not only the Great Angel Luna, but even the Libra inside the Undead Coffin emanated astonishment.

Seeing their reactions, Negris knew it was over. His hope to learn about the whereabouts of the Gods of Light and the Undead King from them shattered.

“So it was you who invaded Heaven and brought us out?” Luna guessed.

Negris nodded: “I think I know who you are now, Supreme Holy Spirit, Wisdom Angel. So you’re Luna.”

The Supreme Holy Spirits consist of three: Wisdom Angel, Blazing Angel, and Strength Angel. Valid evidence confirmed the death of at least one Supreme Holy Spirit at the hands of Steadfast Locke. From the records of the Purple Skeleton Clan, it was very likely the Blazing Angel.

The Wisdom Angel usually represented the highest intelligence among the war weaponry known as Holy Spirit Angels. It was mostly them who led and commanded the battles, yet unexpectedly, one had fallen and even betrayed the Gods of Light.

“The name is just a code.” Luna didn’t deny this. She turned her eyes to Shamara and asked, “Why are you like me?”

Shamara replied, “The Gods betrayed me; they betrayed the Light.”

Luna looked surprised, “I never imagined a mortal could have the wisdom to see through this; you are remarkable.”

With Luna’s words, she folded her wings of light, transforming them into a ball of light.

She tossed the ball of light to Shamara, “I am giving you this. The Gods call our power the Power of Fall. Don’t believe them. Power isn’t noble or fallen, but simply determined by how we define the Sacred Light, and by light itself. It can be diverse.”

Then, tearing her bracelet off and throwing it on the ground, she detached the true wings folded on her back and threw them there as well. She then struck her chest, taking out a palm-sized disc and discarding it likewise.

Negris was dumbfounded, “What are you doing?”

“I do not have much time left. I’m leaving these things to you. If possible, please eliminate the Gods of Light. We cannot let them steal the light again,” Luna said.

Out of time? On closer inspection, Negris noticed Luna’s body was turning to ashes. It was so subtle one wouldn’t see it unless they paid careful attention.

“Eh, what’s happening?” Negris was puzzled.

“I’m hurt, the Heart of the Holy Spirit has been shattered. I can’t hold on for much longer. I didn’t expect to be sealed by the Light of Petrification for a thousand years, so I gave you everything to avoid waste”, Luna said, unconcerned.

“Why didn’t you give them to her?” Negris pointed to Shamara, “You should have some common traits.”

Luna shook her head, “She can’t bear my power, nor protect these things.”

With Luna’s words, the greying of her body quickened. Visible dust was starting to form.

Negris hurried to ask, “Why did you say we can’t let them steal the light anymore?”

“Light should be warm and desirable. The light defined by these evil gods is not as such. The light I understand, and the things they asked me to do were entirely different. I realized this one day, and they accused me of falling. No, it’s them who fell. We cannot allow them to define the light at will, or the entire world will plunge into darkness…”

As she spoke, the speed of Luna turning to ash accelerated, and some parts had already exposed the bone.

“The world will not plunge into darkness. A thousand years have passed, and the Gods of Light have disappeared. They probably did something bad and were killed by the king,” Negris said.

“Haha, that would be best. Thinking back, the Undead King was the most suitable to define the light. He gave hope to everyone…” With these words, Luna’s skin, flesh and hair all disappeared into the air, leaving only a white skeleton that collapsed with a crash.

Gave everyone hope? What does it mean? Oi, oi, oi, don’t just leave a sentence half-finished.

“The Bow of Petrification? A weapon capable of petrifying gods?” Negris picked up the pair of bracelets, examined them for a moment and tossed them to Ange.

Ange put them on his skeletal hands fitting perfectly. His hands were only bones, and Luna was just about one meter forty, and so, the bracelets were nearly as thick as his bones. Moreover, it had an adaptive feature. Infusing it with a bit of Holy Light, it sticks onto the hand bone.

As the infusion of Holy Light continued, the bracelet transformed with a clicking sound. It soon took on the shape of a cylindrical crossbow. However, Ange noticed that there were no arrows once he had stretched the bowstring back.

“There are no arrows.” Ange pointed to the Bow of Petrification.

Negris leaned closer to study it, “The Bow of Petrification probably doesn’t require arrows. Look, there are several gemstones here. Infuse them with Holy Light, and they should light up. When all the gemstones are illuminated, it can be fired.”

“Oh.” Ange immersed himself in casting Holy Light.

“Ah!” The Little Angel cried out eagerly, pointing at the True Wings of the angel on the ground.

“Ah!” Ange shook his head.

The Little Angel already had a pair of True Wings, which were dug up from the Purple Skeleton Plane. They were about the same size as the current pair, likely the true wings of a Blazing Angel.

“Ah!”

“Ah!” (Wouldn’t give)

“Ah~” Hanging head in disappointment.

Finally, Negris picked up the palm-sized disc: “Is this the Control Key of the Holy Kingdom?”

Lisa and Luther all curiously gathered around: “With this Control Key, can we control Heaven?”

“Probably not. It can’t be that easy. This is at most a key to open the control room, just like the key to the door of our transit station control room.”

“Does the door to our control room have a key?”

“Um, no, can Lord’s hand count as a key?”

“What’s the use of talking so much, why not try it out and see? There’s no one in the Holy Kingdom, go up and give it a shot.” Some unknown person suggested.

Negris was excited. If they could control the Holy Kingdom, not to mention moving it, just guiding the believers—those pious believers being guided to Heaven, coming out to see a skeleton leading the way…

Kvada, those believers’ expressions must be very interesting.

No, no, just thinking about it gets him excited. Negris’s wicked taste sprouted again, and he couldn’t suppress it no matter how hard he tried.

However, he quickly thought of a very realistic problem: “We can’t go up without an Air Bubble Stone.”

We can return using the Stairway to Heaven, but how do we go up? Without the Air Bubble Stone, no one can withstand the Resting Wind and fly to Heaven.

“Where can we find an Air Bubble Stone?”

“It should be produced in an elemental plane with a very rich Wind Element. Ask the Mercenary Guild later, or place a reward.”

After dealing with all the issues, only the last trouble remained.

“What to do with him?” The crowd discussed around the God of Balance.

Ange wasn’t interested and continued to hold the Light of Petrification bow, pouring three hundred strands of Holy Light into it. The first gemstone of the Light of Petrification was finally lit up by him. There were still four left.

No wonder even the God of Balance can be petrified. Using Holy Light as a standard, its energy intensity is at least thirty times stronger than it.

“Ask him about the whereabouts of the Undead King. If he doesn’t know, cut him down.” Someone suggested.

Negris leaned in to whisper in front of the Undead Coffin: “Do you know where the Undead King has gone? Where have the Gods of Light gone?”

The God of Balance casually said, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? You don’t know this, then you have no value. You will be cut down, you know?” Negris threatened.

The God of Balance showed a disdainful expression: “Do you really think that without the Undead King’s Undead Coffin, you can imprison a God of Light?”

“What do you mean?” Negris was instantly on high alert.

Suddenly, Ange dropped the Light of Petrification bow in his hand and yanked Negris aside. The Hand of Locke trembled as he landed a punch on the God of Balance’s face.