Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Under him was a grumbling undead horse: “I only let you mount me because of Polk’s death. As soon as the fighting is over, get as far away from me as you can.”

“Yes, yes, yes, thank you. I’ll leave as soon as we’ve finished fighting. But in the meantime, could you exert some extra effort? The enemy is a divine body, I can’t handle it by myself.” Anthony replied jokingly.

Lightning, carrying Ange, kept curiously peeping over at them.

“What are you staring at, you silly unicorn. Keep your eyes to yourself or I’ll devour your soul.” The undead horse glared at Lightning, cursing fiercely.

Lightning grinned, revealing a set of white teeth and a dismissive smile. It ignored the undead horse and asked Anthony, “Your wife?”

“Huh?”

“What!?” Both the undead horse and Anthony were taken aback. Anthony hurriedly denied, “No, no, don’t talk nonsense.”

The undead horse angrily retorted, “You foolish creature, the undead don’t have genders, idiot.”

Lightning ignored it again and posed another question to Anthony, “Your daughter?”

Anthony gave a bitter smile, “No, again not. Even though I raised her, she never listens to me.”

“That’s alright.” Lightning employed his signature skill ‘Face-Mocking,’ and, looking sidelong at the undead horse, slowly and clearly mouthed: “Du (sound muted).”

“Say that again, you stupid horse. Say that once more!” The undead horse was furious, letting out an angry soul-shaking roar.

“Du (sound muted)” Lightning repeated, no matter what it said, even if it called you ‘mom’, you would be infuriated. Because its expressions were way too provocative.

The undead horse at once swerved in anger and was about to charge. But in the next second, the blade of a scythe was lowered between them as Ange looked at it, tilting his head.

The undead horse shuddered violently; it suddenly recalled what Anthony told it and kept its rage in check despite breathing heavily.

Anthony, wiping away his cold sweat, patted the undead horse’s neck to soothe it. He then covertly made a ‘please’ gesture towards Lightning who arrogantly snorted and decided to let it go.

You dare to huff and puff around Lord Lightning with such temperance? Those with poor tolerance should never argue with Lightning. It dismisses your rebukes, but its comebacks hit you straight in the heart.

The two horses raced swiftly, and soon they reached a valley.

Seeing the icy landscape of the valley reflected on Ange, Negris wondered aloud, “In a place like this, they could cultivate a divine body? It would be amazing if they can even grow grass here.”

“Even if I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it either. Are the Druids that incredible? Did they actually sire a god?” Anthony said, his voice filled with disbelief.

Druids, those farmers of the fields who deal with mud, crops, and forests every day. Whether sunny or rainy, they work tirelessly and are just like typical old farmers. Even the Elves are no exception.

According to legends, powerful Druids have tremendous skills. They could dominate an entire forest, transform into a deity, and defeat gods with the power of a god. But those are all just legends.

The last time Anthony heard about Druids was around the time of the Spring Breeze Cup Planting Competition.

Could this unnoticeable profession have brought forth a divine body?

The divine body is different from gods. The difference is the divine quality. Without divine quality, it’s just a powerful shell.

But once it develops divine quality, especially given that today the Gods of Light have fallen, it would instantly become the Master God, or even the sole God which would spell trouble.

However, no matter how formidable the divine body is, it was brought forth by the Druids who, in this case, were the true freaks.

Anthony patted the undead horse’s neck, saying, “My old friend, scout ahead for us.”

The undead horse glanced at him and grumbled, “Call me by my name, Black Horse!”

The undead horse howled, raised its front hooves and stomped. Where its hooves landed, a rush of death spread and three or four ghosts crawled up and flew quickly towards the valley.

Black Horse?! Lightning laughed out loud, the undead horse indeed suited the name.

Following the ghosts, they cautiously entered the valley.

The journey was tranquil and before long they arrived in front of a snow pit. At the bottom was a giant withered bud, frozen and frost-covered on the surface, but the divine body was nowhere to be found.

“Has anyone spotted him?” Anthony asked.

Both Ange and the undead horse shook their heads. Lightning did the same.

“Master, please protect me,” Anthony said as he pulled out a piece of cloth and a crystal ball. The cloth was inscribed with various sacred symbols, not unlike a holy shroud, but with different patterns.

He spread the cloth on the snow-laden ground and put the crystal on it. Anthony then began intoning an arcane incantation.

Ange too began his enactment, using his powers to summon Negris, Little Angel, Little Zombie, and then the Purple Skeleton Titans. They quickly spread out and prepared themselves.

No matter how arcane the incantation was, as long as it wasn’t new, it wasn’t a problem for Negris. After listening for a while, it wondered, “That’s the Shaman’s Spirit Prayer Technique, isn’t it? Will it work? Are you planning to save Polk?”

Anthony finished reciting the long incantation and was holding a tiny lump of black energy in his hand. He slapped the black energy into the crystal ball before replying, “It could, but it is uncertain how much it could save.”

Negris disagreed, “Even if you retrieve some soul fragments, what’s the use? They’re already shattered. Even if you reclaim them, they wouldn’t be Polk anymore.”