Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Its keepers were going mad. They tried to cheer it up using its favorite Elf Beans, but there was no response.

This creature, a giant beast with a diameter of over fifty meters, may look larger due to its thick fur, but its actual size was still far from small. If it didn’t want to interact with people, usual coaxing methods wouldn’t work.

While the Dimension Beast ignoring people on normal days wouldn’t be an issue, the situation was different today. A special commissioner investigating Julian’s disappearance had arrived and needed the beast’s cooperation.

What is the purpose of a keeper? To appease the Dimension Beast and make it cooperative. If even that can’t be achieved, what’s the use of the keeper?

Just as the keepers, sweating profusely, were growing desperate, an ascetic monk bearing bare feet and dressed in a worn-out magic robe arrived at the outer seal. He asked, “Is it still unwilling to cooperate?”

“I apologize, Lord Drake, I don’t know what’s wrong with the Dimension Beast today, it’s not usually like this.” The keeper answered, even adding a little defense for the Beast.

Drake’s face was expressionless: “Perhaps it has done something guilty. Let me handle it.”

The keeper’s heart thudded at Drake’s words. That was hardly a comforting statement. Had Drake just accused the Dimension Beast?

Drake approached the outer seal and found its core. He stood barefoot upon it.

Holy Light radiated from his body, as though alive, flowing down like liquid into the seal’s core.

As the Holy Light filled it, the entire seal slowly began to glow.

The Dimension Beast might ignore the keeper’s attempts at soothing it, but it could not ignore the activation of the seal. It let out a howl, retreating to the other side of the seal, its eyes warily locked onto Drake.

Gazing at the beast, Drake said coldly, “Your eyes are still full of wildness. Have we given you too much freedom? Don’t forget, you are a captive. Our leniency should not be turned into capital for your whims. Where did Julian go?”

“Howl~” The Dimension Beast cried out.

“Don’t make noises people can’t understand, those depraved individuals have spoiled you. They let you get away with just acting cute, rolling around, and howling without speaking, cooing all day long.” Drake expressed his distress.

He had seen far too many people, indulging in desires and pleasures, decaying and falling into despair. They started with petting cats and walking dogs, then grew bolder, entertaining Devil Beasts and beast-people. Now, they were even treating a creature like the Dimension Beast as a pet. It was simply outrageous.

“I will ask you once again, where did Julian go?” Drake asked.

“Howl!” The Dimension Beast called out again.

Drake stomped his foot, the seal brightening significantly. A wave of electric light emitted from the seal, striking the Dimension Beast.

The beast’s body puffed out, its fur standing on end. Its eyes rounded in shock, smoke curling off its body. With a thud, it collapsed to the ground, melting into a puddle.

“The seal is not just a cage, but also a tool for punishment. Sadly, it’s been so long since it was last used that everyone has forgotten its true purpose.” Drake murmured.

“I’ll ask you one more time, where did Julian go? Why did his life signs vanish after he passed through your Space Passage? Who killed him? Was it you?” Drake asked sternly.

“Howl, Howl~”

While it was still a ‘howl’, incredibly Drake seemed to understand the meaning behind it: “You didn’t kill him? Can you swear it upon the Holy Light?”

The Dimension Beast nodded vigorously, its eyes sincere.

Indeed, it didn’t kill him, it only banished him.

“Your eyes tell me that you’re telling the truth, but I can feel that you’re hiding other important information. He wasn’t killed by you, but died because of you,” Drake said.

The Dimension Beast frantically shook its head.

“Your eyes have become insincere, you’re lying. Tell me, how did you cause Julian’s death?” Drake asked.

The face of the Dimension Beast twisted up. It found that in Drake’s gaze, it seemed to be unable to hide any secrets; all were seen through by the other party in an instant.

What to do? Betray its teammates? Give up Ange and those people along with their dimension? To confess or not to confess? Go ahead and confess, anyway, those people won’t come to rescue it anymore. Hmm, expose you all, let these wicked people destroy your home.

The Dimension Beast was struggling internally, its mental scale gradually tipping.

Just then, Drake, who was growing impatient, stomped his foot forcefully.

Normally, his stomp would activate a penalty seal, and electrocute the Dimension Beast, but this time, he stomped, and with a click, a large hole unexpectedly appeared in the ground, and the unsuspecting Drake fell in.

Drake’s strength cannot be underestimated, and his reaction is far from slow, but it was just too sudden. Even the most skillful Sword Saint couldn’t avoid getting caught off guard.

Caught off guard, Drake stomped himself into the pit, then felt he had stepped on something and stopped his fall, his hands propped against the edge of the pit.

After stabilizing his body, Drake quickly looked down and astonishingly saw a bald skull, he had stepped on this skull’s head.

Ange had long removed his hat because while opening the hole from above, falling rocks could easily damage the straw hat, so he now appeared as a skeleton.

The stepped-on skull faced upward, flames of anger burning in its hollow eye sockets, and its lower jaw was moving, making an angry sound: “You stepped on, my head!”

That ‘head’ word was roared out by the skull, and Drake felt like he was hit by an invisible giant hammer, his vision went black.

He instinctively closed his eyes, silently chanting in his heart: “Steadfast!”

The damage brought about by the Soul Impact quickly subsided, sacred flames rose up around Drake, transforming into Holy Armor that clad on him, simultaneously, his foot stomped downward forcefully.

A purple-golden skeletal hand intercepted his foot, with a thunderous bang, a violent shockwave exploded within the pit, like a Magic Egg squeezed into a cannon barrel, with a loud boom, Drake was blasted into the air.

Whoosh! Drake swiftly spread two pairs of wings behind him, one pair of True Wings and one pair of Light Wings, instantly halting his momentum.

The surrounding Followers of Light, who witnessed this scene, caused a ripple of astonishment. Most people actually looked down on Drake, who was plainly dressed and barefooted, because he seemed too inconspicuous.

Only at this moment did they realize, the person they belittled was such a terrifying existence – an ascetic monk embodiment of a Four-Winged Angel.

Six-Winged Archangels are all known and embodied, such as Wisdom Angel Luna, four-winged angels already represent the highest level of Holy Spirit Possession, and generally, physical bodies can not withstand this power.

Only ascetic monks, devoted worshippers who enjoy the torments could easily bear the power of a Four-Winged Angel.

However, as the crowd marveled at the powerful ascetic monk, when he looked down the pit tunnel, he saw a scene that scared him witless.

The explosion in the pit not only blew him into the sky but also knocked the skull down. Yet, the one who actually entered the pit was a Four-Winged Angel, a true Holy Spirit Angel, not his possession variant.

That true Holy Spirit Angel was spreading its four wings, ready to unleash its power.

PS: Making up for the chapter this morning.