Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The sparse skeletons could hardly be regarded as Deadman’s Paradise, but the billowing breath of death did give them some solace.

Clip-clop clip-clop, a sharp sound of horse hooves approached, two bone horses with still-burning soul flames in their eye sockets pulled a wildly galloping carriage. The speed toppled the carriage back and forth, a brazier inside bounced up and down repeatedly.

The bone horses came to safeguard.

The two bone horses pulling the carriage of the undead could not be considered horses, they were horse-shaped skeletons. Due to their size, their strength far exceeded human-shaped skeletons of the same level.

But before they could charge over, a white figure emerged from the side, large hooves stamped on the side of the bone horses, sending them flying.

The horse and carriage rolled several times before hitting the ground, breaking apart and scattering the brazier.

The two bone horses stood up and looked at who had kicked them. It was a horse, wearing a cap upon its head.

The horse raised its forehoof, beckoning them with its hoof toe. The horse said in a grandiose manner, “You’re up against me, you skinny skeleton racks. Come on, let you taste the power of Lightning here.”

The soul flame shot out from the eye sockets of the bone horses, both hooves began scraping the ground. As the soul flames on their bodies surged, they slowly armorized their bodies. In no time, the two bone horses were donned in soul armor, transformed into robust undead warhorses.

The bone horses let out a snort, blue sparks sprayed out of their nostrils, staring at Lightning as if to say: “Do we look skinny now?”

Lightning curled his lips, turned around and provocatively shook his rear end towards the bone horses: “Come on, come and chase me, if you can catch me, then we will fight.”

The bone horses were so angry that their spirits were about to spurt from their nostrils, and they charged at Lightning at full speed.

The undead was frustrated; he had requested the bone horses to come and protect him, not chase other horses.

With a thought, the bone horses had no choice but to turn around resentfully and galloped towards the undead, casting one last menacing look at Lightning.

As they turned, so did Lightning; no horse was as agile as Lightning, whose hooves could even reach its forehead. In no time, Lightning had caught up and kicked the bone horses’ backsides.

They were finally forced to split up; one bone horse stayed to deal with Lightning while the other raced towards the undead to protect its master.

The scattered skeletons also gathered around the undead; dozens of skeletons couldn’t do much but serve as a shield.

The undead was channeling the breath of death into his hands, then he locked his sight onto Ange – Soul lock.

Since he didn’t have eyes, soul lock would be more accurate.

“Engulf, the Breath of Death Mist…” With a simple incantation, part of the death breath transformed into mist and started to spread, quickly enveloping the position of the undead.

Ange watched the mist with apprehension. He could no longer see the undead, and there was no way to soul lock his opponent. Could the mist block soul lock?

The exploding fireball had to pause as well; this kind of tier-two compressed magic was not very effective against mages with strong shields unless great force was used to break the opponent’s shield.

Being unable to see his enemy made Ange anxious, and he instinctively reached into the Temple of Rest.

He was facing a powerful mage for the first time and didn’t have any experience in this regard. He didn’t even know what the enemy wanted to do by covering himself with the Breath of Death Mist, he could only react as things happened.

Some sort of energy was gathering rapidly in the mist. Suddenly, a black pillar of light burst out from the mist, illuminating Ange, and a cry of soul echoed from the mist: “Breath of Death: Shockwave!”

Ange felt as if he had been illuminated by the Holy Light, not just once though, the entire pillar of light was rushing towards him to strike. If he was directly hit, it would certainly be more torturous than the Holy Light Flash.

So, he covered himself with the mist to unexpectedly unleash his ultimate move.

The Breath of Death Shockwave not only struck Ange but also dispersed the mist, revealing the undead inside. The undead saw Ange in the enveloping black pillar and waved his hand excitedly: “A done deal, feel the honour, ignorant skeleton. To use such a powerful move against you is your glory… Kvada! Are you alright?”

The black pillar disappeared, only to reveal Ange standing intact on the spot, holding a purple gold skeleton in front of him. The Breath of Death Shockwave had all being hit onto the purple gold skeleton.

The residue that passed through the gaps in the skeleton was broken and shattered, and it couldn’t harm Ange but rather flowed into his body like the chill of the Resting Wind, nourishing Ange’s bones.

The undead’s eyes widened, if it had eyeballs, his eyeballs would have fallen out. He murmured tremblingly: “Purple… purple gold body? Whose purple gold body is this?”

This was a good question; regardless of whose purple gold body it was, they were in big trouble. In this world, there were only two Lords of Mourning, one was Harvey, and the other was Locke.