Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

I was just overthinking things. They are now all in this together, and by nature, they are unlike this demon. Even a carefree fellow like the Little Angel cares about this, it’s a genuine feeling.

Seeing that everything was indeed alright, the Little Angel shook its head and punched Negris right in the eye.

Then, with a bounce in its steps, the Little Angel ran up to Ange, patting its own head as if it’s expressing ‘look how cool I am’, until Ange gave a nod of approval.

With his hand over his face, Negris held back both laughter and tears. He had forgotten that only Ange could give Little Angel a head rub. However, the Little Angel’s punch brought Negris to his senses. He turned to the Lord of Terror and cracked his knuckles, “You’ve got nerve, trying to deceive me? I almost fell for it.”

After all, he’s an old dragon that’s been alive for thousands of years. How could he easily get swayed by emotions? Now Negris realized that he had fallen for this demon’s trickery.

The Lord of Terror grimaced and took a step back, “It wasn’t intentional, really! It’s a habit, us demons communicate like this, naturally generating psychological waves.”

“Nonsense, do you take me for a fool?” Negris attacked, but the Lord of Terror quickly turned into a patch of smoke and knocked Negris back. Negris couldn’t even take on a patch of smoke, which was quite embarrassing. As others stepped in to help, the smoke vanished.

Trying to flee? Ange took a step forward and the ground erupted with fiery footprints. Invisible waves of energy spread outward.

With each step leaving a fiery footprint, Ange gave chase. It seemed like he’s running after something unseen. It took a sudden turn, and so did Ange – speeding up abruptly.

After several minutes of relentless pursuit, the blood-curdling cries of the Lord of Terror finally echoed ahead, “I’ve run so long, aren’t you tired?”

“We’ve got no grudges against each other. Please stop chasing me!”

“Are you mad?! Why is your spirit so resolute?!”

“Stop chasing me, or I’ll throw up!”

The Lord of Terror was chased unruly. He didn’t notice the burning footprints left by Ange, stumbling right into them.

At first, the others were confused, as they only saw Ange running wildly in the dark, leaving behind numerous footprints on the ground. Even Shamara couldn’t hold back her curiosity, quietly asking, “What is Lord doing? Is he simply running around?”

Luna replied in a whisper, “He’s casting a net. Those prints he made are from his soul power, enhancing his senses. This demon must be merging its own blood with the earth, able to teleport freely in this area. Once it escapes our perception range, it will be much harder to find it.”

“So Ange is now using soul power to cast a net and gradually limit the demon’s moving space.”

Shamara asked, “Can he keep up? I only see Ange alone. I’m worried he might lose it.”

Luna shook her head: “I can’t sense the demon either, but I doubt Ange lost it. Based on his character, he wouldn’t do something futile.”

Shamara fell silent for a moment before suddenly saying, “Luna, can you teach me how to fight?”

Luna was dumbfounded: “Teach you? You don’t need it. Once I possess you, you’ll have access to all my fighting techniques. There’s no need to learn. But why do you suddenly have this thought?”

Shamara replied dejectedly, “I’ve realized that my understanding of battle was too superficial. I thought it was all about punches, kicks, swords, and magic. But now I see, battles can be fought with such cunning tactics. If it had been me, I wouldn’t have detected the enemy. Or I’d have fallen for the trickery from the start.”

Luna nodded, “Yes, I’ve noticed that a strong stubbornness resides within you. If you were the one bewitched just now, you would definitely have rushed toward the Holy Light in a frenzy again. There is no effective solution to mental attacks. The only way is to stop them from speaking.”

Luna never could have imagined that her words today would eventually shape the ‘Silent Angel.’ Whenever an enemy tried to speak, Shamara would detonate and yell ‘shut up’ before unleashing her grand attack.

“Your current shortfall is not in your skills, but in your experience. When I have time, I’ll impart more of my battle experiences to you. But that may not have much significance,” Luna said.

“Some people have an innate sense of battle. Even when facing unfamiliar enemies, they can quickly devise countermeasures. They also know their own power very well. This is something that no amount of knowledge and experience can compensate for. Just consider the God of Knowledge,” Luna muttered to herself.

It seems like someone was talking about him? Negris turned his head doubtfully, a clear fist print on his face.

Shamara understood in an instant; battle techniques were useless. The God of Knowledge had all the techniques and knowledge, yet no one could defeat him.

While they were chatting, the pursued Lord of Terror had begun to panic, blindly crashing into one of Ange’s footprints.

The flame on the footprint surged into the sky, revealing a blurry figure, who was then struck by Ange’s scythe.

The flaming figure shattered, leaving only a soul flame on the scythe.

After a torturous interrogation, the Lord of Terror even confessed what he had eaten the night before.

The Lord of Terror was indeed a Demon King, and this place was indeed the Terror Abyss. Once, it was a hot underground world filled with magma until the day the Undead King arrived.

One of the Undead King’s servants, a Purple Gold Skeleton, obliterated him with a few punches, leaving behind only a Demonic Monument.

At first, the Lord of Terror was delighted because the Undead King didn’t touch his monument. He planned to resurrect after the undead creatures departed.

However, the Undead King’s underlings brought five gods and a human, a Space God. The Lord of Terror recognized a Goddess of Redemption from the Church of Light amongst them.

At the king’s command, they constructed and opened the majestic door, allowing all the magma in the space to pour out.

The Undead King departed through the majestic door alongside the magma, leaving only the Purple Gold Skeleton to guard the area.

For a period afterward, the five gods and the Space God obediently maintained the open door.

The Purple Gold Skeleton didn’t harm them, but rather provided for their needs. To provide fresh food, he summoned a Witch King to create a Farm Barrier, then captured a group of Minotaurs to farm.

The process took twenty years until all the space’s magma was drained. At the last moment, the human Space God rebelled, closed the majestic door, and fled.

In a fit of rage, the Purple Gold Skeleton killed all the gods and pursued the human but never returned.

“That’s not right,” Negris said with doubt. “You say these minotaurs were captured by the Purple Gold Skeleton, so why does the stele read ‘Exile of the Divine Bovine Race’?”

The Lord of Terror confessed awkwardly, “I made that up hoping to deceive you. I didn’t expect you to discover the truth.”

Negris realized, “So you couldn’t resurrect because all of the magma space energy was drained. You could only create a projection to deceive.”

Embarrassed, the Lord of Terror admitted, “Yes. Many people hoped for unearned gains, so when they found out about me, I projected to them, teaching them how to benefit without working and took a small processing fee.”

“Tsk, tsk, if you’re taking processing fees, it can’t be called unearned gain, right?” Negris responded.

Despite his calm exterior, his heart was already in turmoil as he stared at the majestic door.

“So, the king went into this door and that’s why he disappeared? Where does this door lead? Why did they need so much magma? How does it open?”

Negris was thinking these thoughts excitedly, turning his head to call Ange when he realized that Ange was gone.

“Kvada, he must have run off to farm again.” As expected, Negris found Ange in the Farm Barrier.

The guy was farming in the Minotaur’s field while the Minotaurs happily watched, holding a heap of grain and vegetables.