Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 867 - 481 Study Hard Wait for Them to Pick You
Chapter 867: Chapter 481: Study Hard, Wait for Them to Pick You Up_2
Chapter 867: Chapter 481: Study Hard, Wait for Them to Pick You Up_2
But when it came to Ange, he turned it into cabbage, in such quantities that even Hiludi, the Space Arcanist, wanted to purchase some from him.
Dragon skin was normally hard to come by, wouldn’t one have to slaughter several dragons? Not for Ange, he just had to cut a piece from Negris’s backside, soak it in essence liquid, and let it grow back.
The Little Zombie extended its hands, releasing a black pillar of light.
Some might ask how there could be a pillar of light that is black, but the Breath of Death Shockwave had an effect of drawing all surrounding light towards it. Once released, every light nearby dimmed, as if illuminated by a black radiance.
The leading Undead Cavalry violently threw their long spears at the Breath of Death Shockwave, splitting the entire pillar of light in two and causing it to veer sideways.
However, a spear could only break through half of it, and quickly disintegrated within the shockwave. But then, a second spear was thrown, followed by a third.
Three Undead Cavalrymen joined forces, shattering the Little Zombie’s Breath of Death Shockwave.
Negris was shocked in his heart, “So strong.”
If the Undead Cavalry escorting the Soul Car were this powerful, who exactly was inside the Soul Car?
“So strong!” The same thought also emerged in the souls of those three Undead Cavaliers. Their thrown spears were their Soul Armor, so they had a firsthand experience of the strength of the Breath of Death Shockwave.
What was more shocking to them was that such a powerful Breath of Death Shockwave had been released by the enemy with no warning at all, which was preposterous.
The church had taught Ange the Breath of Death Shockwave, and the caster needed to manipulate the breath of death within an entire area to release it. The Little Zombie made no such movements, simply pushing out with its hands, which meant that its soul was strong enough to support the casting of this technique.
The three spear-throwing Undead Cavalry involuntarily moved aside, making room in the front, while reconstituting their Soul Armor. Without their weapons, their combat efficacy would steeply decline.
But that was no longer important. As the Little Zombie released the Breath of Death Shockwave, Ange had already torn open a scroll, and then stuffed it into the Little Zombie’s hands.
Immediately after, he also tore open one.
A strong teleportation distortion spread out, and the Undead creature inside the Soul Car grew furious, “Trying to run?! Hmph!”
A special wave spread out from the Soul Car, aiming at Ange’s location in an attempt to interfere with the Teleportation Scroll.
Ange tilted his head and stepped in front of the Little Zombie, blocking the interfering waves.
With a flash of white light, the Little Zombie teleported away.
Then, his scroll also activated, white light engulfing him as well.
The Soul Car reached the teleportation point, and a Witch that was dripping with opulence, even with his teeth rimmed with gold, disembarked from the vehicle.
Gazing at the spot where Ange last disappeared, the Witch scrutinized it for a long while and with hesitation asked, “You all saw my Hand of Disturbance, right? You did see it, didn’t you? So why did it have no effect on him?”
The Undead Cavalry looked at each other.
The leading Undead Cavalryman weighed his words and said, “Perhaps he has some magical item that counters the Hand of Disturbance.”
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“What item could counter the Hand of Disturbance?” the Witch muttered to himself, questioning: “Space Barrier? Guardian Barrier? A Dimension Beast, huh?”
After mumbling to himself for a while, the Witch couldn’t be certain of any, and had to put aside the issue, “Connect me to the Relay Spirit, I need to report this to the council.”
Once connected to the Relay Spirit, the Witch recounted the events here, to which a confused voice came from the other end, “Two Undead creatures killed the island’s guards and swept clean the soul fragments? Are you sure? Are you sure they were two Undead creatures?”
The Witch responded impatiently, “What are you implying? Are you questioning me? Two Undead creatures in Soul-piercing Armor, one releasing the Breath of Death Shockwave, one wielding a Death Scythe, and even resisting my Soul Impact. What do you think they are? Servants of Light?”
“No, no, I’m just confirming, just confirming,” the other side rushed to soothe.
“Bullshit, you’re doubting me, just like if I asked whether you were impotent, I have already said they are Undead, yet you still ask? What do you mean?” scolded the Witch, his irritation flaring. As a professional, could he possibly misidentify whether the Lord was Undead or not?
“Yes, yes, you’re right, I’ve been impotent for many years, I’m hanging up.” The communication was cut off.
The Witch stared blankly at the communicator for a good while, then turned his head and asked, “Did he curse at me? Did you all catch that?”
The Undead Cavalry collectively shook their heads.
“He’s Undead, what the hell would he shrink, I’m a Witch, I’m the one who has that stuff, he’s cursing at me,” the Witch raged.
…
In Godfall Town, Little Zombie and Ange emerged from the Teleportation Array in succession.
They took out the bodies of Negris and the Little Angel, then guided the souls back into them. Since the Divine Realm has a deactivating effect, they also had to heal the bodies, or else they would start losing hair or scales.
“What should we do with Gaddarigo?” Negris asked.
Gaddarigo was still flying above Prison of Death Island; after Ange and the others landed, it flew to a higher altitude to keep watch.
“Dragon Island, to pick up the water dragon,” Ange said.
“Uh, Doroc is a Gold Dragon, not a water dragon,” Negris corrected.
Ange tilted his head, “Can’t fly, swims, water dragon.”
“Alright, makes sense, let’s go with water dragon then. This is like giving it a name for its sub-dragon species,” Negris sighed, changing the subject, “That Witch earlier seemed to have used a Hand of Disturbance, why didn’t the Teleportation Scroll react?”
Ange pointed to his heart, “Protection.”
“Oh, right, you have too many good things; I almost forgot you have a God Status on you, the God of War and Peace with a Guardian Barrier, basically immune to any disturbance,” Negris realized and said.
That evening, Gaddarigo landed in the desert outside Godfall Town.
Everyone hurried over, and Negris asked, “Where’s the little fart dragon?”
Gaddarigo rolled its eyes grievously, then opened its mouth and spat out Juvenile Dragons one by one—a total of nine.
“Why didn’t you say these guys were so annoying? Having them on my back, not one could sit still, they fell into the sea over a dozen times, and picking them up nearly killed me,” Gaddarigo complained.
Gaddarigo, being a Dragon Sorcerer, had no digestive function in its stomach, but it wasn’t air-permeable, so Gaddarigo had to keep its mouth open to catch the wind all the way here. The Juvenile Dragons were stuffed in its stomach for the trip and almost suffocated; now they lay on the ground whimpering, not wanting to get up.
Just thinking about Gaddarigo frantically skimming the water’s surface to pick them up, Negris felt sympathetic and nodded, “You’ve had it tough, what about the others?”
“With Doroc.” As Gaddarigo mentioned this, its mood visibly improved, and it even seemed to take pleasure in another’s misfortune: As long as someone else is worse off than me, I don’t feel so miserable.
I really want to know how Doroc managed to bring the remaining nine Juvenile Dragons from Dragon Island.
But Negris asked, “It has never been here before; without you leading it, how could it find its way?”
“It said it could sense the direction and told me not to wait for it.”
Later that day, almost at dawn, a huge golden ‘lizard’ crawled into Godfall Town.
“Kvada, I’m dead tired,” Doroc lay on the ground, not wanting to move a muscle.
“You actually found the place, where are the Juvenile Dragons?” Negris asked eagerly.
The others also gathered around, everyone curious as to how it brought the Juvenile Dragons over.
On Doroc’s back, they found nine little Juvenile Dragons bound up, unable to move, only whimpering. Alright, simple and crude, they were tied up and brought over.
In the end, Doroc and the Juvenile Dragons were settled near the deep pool where the World Tree grew. There were mountains, water, and trees—should any danger arise, the World Tree could shelter them for a while.
No sooner had they settled in than Doroc fell into a deep sleep. Having just been reactivated to evolve, it wanted to sleep as soon as it felt secure, and when it woke, it was hungry. Ange piled up lots of rape blossom pastries beside it, so it could eat some as soon as it woke and stretched out its head.
Two days later, Doroc woke up, crawled out of the cave, and found Ange, “Lord, I think I just triggered Bloodline Resonance; I sensed others of my kind in a daze and they taught me a Dragon Language Magic. They told me to study well and wait for them to come for me.”
