Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

“What does that mean?” Negris didn’t understand its words.

Ange suddenly said, “Its… soul… is damaged.”

“What? Soul damage is troublesome, what do we do now? Wake up, wake up, how many?” Negris shook the large cat hard, he stretched out his left paw and extended two of his claws.

“Meow, meow,” The large cat meowed twice.

“Did the two meows mean two? It’s troublesome if it can’t even count. It has become stupid.” Negris exhaled, and teased.

Luther asked puzzledly, “Eh, sir, isn’t this two?” While saying this, he bended and stretched his two fingers.

Negris gave him an annoyed look, stretched out his paw, and flexed his claws one by one, including those that were bent: “One, two, three, four, this is four, got it?”

Luther suddenly realized he was being tricked, and looked at Negris resentfully.

After an examination, the large cat was still mentally alert, just a bit dizzy, like it had Meniere’s syndrome, it couldn’t even stand up.

“It’s already very good. It’s not dead yet after being hit by the Soul Tower, only it can handle it. Ordinary creatures would have perished. The Soul Tower does massive damage to the undead creatures, and it’s not small to the living creatures either, it’s very lucky.” Negris said.

After hearing this, the worried-looking Serene was relieved and hugged the huge cat tighter, almost suffocating it.

After examining the large cat’s condition, Negris turned his attention again to Drake.

This ascetic monk got dragged and knocked around by Little Angel, and was injured all over. After being scratched by the large cat, his whole body was broken, soft like a worn out sack.

Even so, he was not dead, staring at everyone with cold eyes.

“This guy is also not right. Turn him over,” Negris flipped him over, pulled apart the root of his wings, and couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

He saw clear suturing marks at the root of his wings. When his idea went further, the wing skeleton and scapula were even showing signs of old bone hyperplasia.

When bone fractures and then heals again, bone tissue will proliferate around the fracture to strengthen the bone. The current situation shows that the scapula and wings were not originally like this, they grew together through smashing, splicing, and healing.

This inconceivable splicing method is not something ordinary people can do. But thinking about Ange’s Face Purification Technique, it wouldn’t seem difficult to achieve this. This ascetic monk must have used this method to possess the True Wings of an Angel.

“I thought so. How could a human possibly possess an angel’s true wings? It turns out that they are patched together this way,” Negris said with sudden realization.

“It can be done that way? Hasn’t he become a frankenstein? This is a method of the undead,” Shamara was surprised to say.

“Ignorance.” Drake, who had been silent and limp all the way, suddenly interrupted: “This is Lord Dyson’s magnificent masterpiece. Don’t compare it to those filthy undead. It allows us mortals who have lost their wings to have the ability to fly in Heaven again.”

“Dyson did it? How dare he sew the sacred True Wings of an Angel onto the filthy human body! This is blasphemy! Damn it, I’m going to burn him to death,” Shamara cried out in anger.

“How arrogant, dare to utter Lord Dyson’s name directly! Heretical, you will all be reduced to ashes on the Sacred Flame,” Drake shouted angrily.

Serene cursed, “The one who should be burned to death is you. You caught my kitty. It’s so cute and pitiful that it doesn’t even dare to kill a bug. But you caught it, electrocuted it, and tortured it. You ruthless non-humans.”

Negris and Luther turned their heads away awkwardly. If Serene saw how the Dimension Beast ‘charged’ fees and slapped people into another dimension, she would definitely not dare to say this. Your kitty is pretty fierce.

“Heh, the Holy Spirit is immortal, and the Holy Body is indestructible. I am just curious as to what kind of people you are. If I am not mistaken, you must be the assassins who killed Lord Nikola, aren’t you? Where is the unicorn and that killer machine? Where is the Innocent One?” Drake asked.

Negris stalled, “You’re saying, your sacred body can no longer die? And you can run away?”

Drake barked, “Answer my question first, where’s the Innocent One? The unicorn and the Iron Construct?”

Everyone’s gaze shifted towards Ange.

Drake furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you the unicorn?”

“Pfft!” Everyone burst out laughing, how could the skeletal Ange remind anyone of a unicorn?

“The Innocent One is a skeleton? A dirty, evil skeleton? No way!” Drake yelled in disbelief.

“What’s so strange about that? Just now, a child-abducting thief was also deemed innocent, and couldn’t stimulate the Original Sin Shackles. It’s not always accurate,” said Negris dismissively.

Luther asked, “Is it possible that he did not commit a sin because the Lord did not perceive it as a sin?”

“Uh, it’s possible…then its arbitrariness is huge. Whoever the Lord deems sinful, is sinful?” Negris felt this speculation was unreliable, and continued:

“There’s another possibility, those kids were not kidnapped, but bought. If they were sold by their biological parents, the sin doesn’t fall onto the thief.”

Serene suddenly sighed, “Maybe this can’t be considered a sin. Selling the kids might give them a chance to survive, whereas with their parents, they might not. Our world is too poor.”

Drake was puzzled by their conversation. From their words, could this skeleton sentence others?

Confused, Drake decided not to question it any further, leaving them with a threat: “All of you heretics, I will note down your names in the heretic register and use all my power to purify you!”

After finishing his sentence, Drake’s body lit up with tiny sparks of light.

Just then, a hand suddenly pressed against his shoulder and power surged in. Drake instantly realized that the light on his body was contaminated. The ignited points were no longer pure white, but dark flames instead.

Looking back, it was Shamara whose hand was on his shoulder. Drake gasped, his face finally showing panic: “Power of Fall? Corruption! You’re the Fallen Angel Shamara!”

Shamara nodded and said, “I hope you won’t be burnt to death when you return.”

“No! No, get your hand off, withdraw the Power of Fall, I don’t want your power, I don’t want it!” Drake cried out in terror, his usual indifference and calm completely faded.

Unfortunately, Shamara didn’t stop, and the continuous surge of power didn’t cease until he completely vanished.

“Let’s hope he won’t burn when he returns.” Everyone chuckled, seeming to relish in his misfortune.

Cradling the large cat, everyone ran wildly through the tunnel led by Shamara. As they proceeded, they suddenly felt a draft of air.

“There’s air, there might be an exit.” Everyone shouted excitedly.

Luther said, “We should have taken Feirick with us, his rodent’s pathfinding ability is top-notch.”

Following the airflow, the group soon exited the tunnel. In front of them was a pitch-black night sky.

There were no stars in the sky, but rainbow-colored ribbons of light drifted down slowly.

“Eh!? Has eternal night befallen?” asked Serene in surprise.

The arrival of eternal night was imminent, expected within a few days, but no one knew which specific day until it suddenly descended — sometimes at night, sometimes during the day, always abrupt. The only distinctive feature was those slow-descending ribbons of light.

“Eternal night has arrived, the Undead will soon besiege the city.”