Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

It takes about three hours just to accelerate half a year’s time. If the enemy still has thirty years of life, you have to accelerate for one hundred and eighty hours just to make them die of old age. Against long-lived species, it’s an even more miserable situation.

Of course, if used correctly, it is a divine technique, perfectly suitable for a farming skeleton like Ange.

And then there’s the Harvest Goddess’ divine technique; can she increase the pregnancy rate with just a glance?

Some divine techniques are less practical than the Reaper’s Scythe and King’s Arrival that the skeleton itself possesses.

Shamara’s divine technique is among the most practical ones Negris has come across, to an unreasonable extent. Who knew that Ange had the Broken Seal? Who knew who was sealed inside the Broken Seal?

Even Shamara herself didn’t know why she came, but come she did nevertheless.

Situation being as it is, they can’t just shoo her away. They could only let her hang around, watching them studying the Broken Seal.

“How should we proceed now? Should we cut it apart? If we don’t cut it apart, I’m afraid we won’t be able to control the intact Luna,” Negris said.

“Let’s cut. Better safe than sorry,” Anthony suggested.

Negris pulled a catch on the box, and the box split into two halves.

Splitting into two wasn’t the end of it. The two halves of the box astonishingly began to slowly regenerate, becoming two complete boxes in plain view of everyone.

From the outside, there was no difference between the two boxes, but only one of them had a catch that allowed it to be split in two.

“This box with the catch should be the primary one, and this is the secondary one. A box that can grow back after being cut in half? Durken’s creations are simply astounding!” Negris couldn’t help but marvel.

Anthony was not impressed: “Is that so great? Most of the things he constructs can self-repair, so it’s not surprising that it can grow back. Also, is it more fantastic than the Lord regrowing a whole dragon body using just a scale?”

“Hmm…” Indeed, Ange’s ability to regrow an entire body from a single scale and a bit of flesh and blood was far more astonishing than a box that could multiply into two.

“So what’s the plan now? Do we smash the box?” After some discussion, they unanimously decided to smash the box and retrieve the Heart of the Holy Spirit.

After that, it was fairly standard proceedings with the ritual of the bathing in holy light for rebirth. Ange’s Holy Light wasn’t suitable, because it was too pure and lacked the God’s will found within holy light. Even if the restoration were complete, all they would get would be an angelic skeleton only in appearance, like the initial Little Angel.

In the end, they had to ask Little Angel. Little Angel’s Holy Light could be used, but its power was insufficient to resurrect a six-winged archangel. However, it could borrow Ange’s power.

Ange’s Holy Light, after a detour through the Little Angel, became impure holy light and shone on the Saintly Heart.

Under the continuous illumination of Little Angel’s Holy Light, three days and two nights later, Luna slowly opened her eyes, “You blasphemous heretics, what have you done to me? Die!”

After a lot of effort to subdue Luna, Negris said self-consciously, “Even when only one-fifth of her power is present, she is difficult to handle. At full strength, she might actually be able to wrestle with Locke.”

“Indeed, the Supreme Holy Spirit is especially designed for combat, of course she’s powerful. But, what do we do? She’s hard to control. The moment we let her loose, she goes on the attack,” Anthony complained with a headache.

“It’s a pity that her memory has been wiped clean. When she woke up from the petrified state previously, she hated the Gods of Light so much, she even said that the Gods of Light killed her pet. We wouldn’t even need to control her at all then.”

As Negris and Anthony were chattering away, Shamara plucked a pair of Light Wings, “Lord, I want to return her power to her. Some information is engraved in here.”

Negris and Anthony exchanged strange looks, “You don’t tell us you had a premonition about this too, do you?”

Shamara blinked her big eyes, maintaining an innocent expression.

At this level, some things can’t simply be chalked up to coincidence or fate, because they could very well be the definition of ‘fate’.

The Light Wings were infused into Luna. The initially holy six-winged archangel was soon engulfed in a black Sacred Flame, her eyes starting to look dazed.

After a good while, she furrowed her eyebrows, her aimless eyes scanning everyone and managed to mumble, “What happened? Where am I?”

“Do you remember anything that happened?” Negris asked.

Luna furrowed her eyebrows and answered, “They… They betrayed the Light… And killed my pet. I petrified Libra… But where is Libra?”

“Libra died. Do you remember anything else? Do you know who I am?” Negris asked.

Luna hesitated and responded, “The God of Knowledge? Why did you lose weight and turned into a Corpse Dragon?”

“….” Good, it can be confirmed. This Luna just ended her petrification period – she is not a spirit whose memory has been wiped clean. Even though her memory did not remain intact, the circuits in her brain are the same; she is not like the usual inflexible angels.

Speaking to Luna wasn’t hard when she wasn’t being rigid. She’s called a Wisdom Angel for a reason – she understood what Negris was getting at after he was only half done speaking.

“I don’t know what happened. When the Gods disappeared, I was still petrified. My current memory is patchy, and I don’t have a clear understanding of what happened. If you’re hoping to obtain more information from me, you’ll probably be disappointed. I might not even know as much as you do,” Luna confessed sincerely.

Having anticipated this response for some time, Negris wanted only to gain more details. After all, some potentially useful information could be hidden in the minutiae.

After an intensive and in-depth conversation, Negris finally understood why Luna had said the gods had betrayed the light.

“They sacrificed all the people in Heaven for the Light of Creation,” Luna said bitterly.

With that brief statement, Luna confirmed Negris’s long-standing speculation. The Holy Kingdom had a long-standing practice of guiding believers, yet there were no traces of living people in Heaven. Where had all these living people gone?

What is the Light of Creation? What does it mean to elevate? What indeed is Light? Does it refer to the Gods of Light themselves, or is it the ideal world that the believers long for?

Luna clearly considered it to be the latter, which is why she thought that the gods had betrayed the light and the believers.

Negris didn’t even want to ask about ‘elevation’, it was definitely not a good thing.

Only after milking Luna dry of all information she was privy to did Negris remember something peculiar and asked curiously, “You mentioned several times before that the gods killed your pet. What kind of pet are we talking about here?”

Luna hesitated for a moment before responding, “A Holy Light Spirit.”

As if afraid they wouldn’t understand, Luna quickly added, “It may sound strange, for it to be both holy light and a spirit, but it truly is a spirit formed from holy light. The Power of Holy Light and the Undead spirit are perfectly fused in it. It’s very rare…”

They were completely oblivious to the strange expressions on everyone’s faces.

PS: I don’t know why, but I’m so sleepy I can hardly keep my eyes open. Maybe I ate something wrong again? I better take a nap first.