Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 82 – Chapter 82: Chapter 72 The Best Fertilizer_l

Chapter 82: Chapter 72 The Best Fertilizer_l

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The Black Warrior erupted from all seven orifices with a holy radiance. Countless rays of light sprouted from his, making him look riddled with holes, which terrified him into a frantic scream.

The Holy Word Technique, a Divine Art that disregards defense. Why would a skeleton know the Holy Word Technique?

It's over. Divine Arts deal additional damage to the Undead. I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I'm… huh? Why doesn't it hurt?

He touched himself above and below – nothing was broken. Wait, isn't it supposed to kill me? But I am the Undead; I am already dead…

The terrified Black Warrior realized that aside from his perception being blinded by the Holy Light, he was not harmed. But before he could regain his senses, a huge scythe had already swept over him, hooking out a burst of soul.

Elsewhere, another Black Warrior was locked in combat with the Angelic Skeleton. The Black Warrior's martial prowess was superb, his strikes and blows flowed seamlessly together, cascading unstoppably like spilled mercury. If he could land a hit, he could certainly reduce the Angelic Skeleton to a pile of bones.

But every time he was about to strike the Angelic Skeleton, a long-necked head would thrust itself in the way, the thick helmet upon its head blocking the Shadow Sharp Blade.

He looked around to see a frustrated yet concentrated expression on Negris's face.

What could he do? Ange had assigned him to be the shield. Back out? If the Angelic Skeleton were whittled down to a skeleton, afterward, Little Zombie could smash him into pulp.

Moreover, it made the most sense for him to be the shield. With his thick bronze dragon's skin and flesh, high magical resistance and physical defensive power, and his status as an Undead, he was unafraid of pain or death. With

Soul Contact, even if his body were killed, Ange could patch him up, or at worst. cultivate another one.

He quietly plucked off a scale and hid it, in case one day his body were destroyed and he needed something to work with for a Rebirth.

He had fashioned himself a helmet and a chestplate from the armor of a heavy armored Swordsman to enhance the defensive power of these two areas. Even without the enhancement, his scales were already very strong.

Clang! The Shadow Sharp Blade struck Negris's head, only to be rebuffed by the helmet.

The fist of the Angelic Skeleton was hot on its heels.

The Black Warrior's elbow bent, allowing him to retreat half a step back. His blade readied itself to cut down another blow.

Clang! Negris's head came forth once again.

The neck of the Bronze Dragon was quite long, and it could sway back and forth, flexible and steady, the anti-shaking performance even better than that of a chicken's head.

With Negris's dedicated cooperation, the Angelic Skeleton was like an additional automatic hand that could parry some lethal attacks, allowing it to focus on the task of smashing people.

Singlehandedly blocking three 'hands,' he was temporarily at a stalemate.

The Black Warrior was not too worried. This kind of tricky tactic could win momentarily but not permanently. As long as he could seize an opportunity, he could launch a series of attacks and kill everything in his path, or wait for his companion to eliminate the other skeleton and come back to help…

The cry of “Die!” startled him. He turned to see his companion erupting with light from all of his orifices, curiously feeling himself all over before having his soul hooked out by a scythe.

A Black Warrior, no, a Black Knight, was actually defeated in a single combat with an Ashbone Skeleton?

Although for some reason this Ashbone Skeleton could use the Scythe of Death, the bane of spiritual bodies, but it was just an Ashbone Skeleton! Oh wait, it also knew the Holy Word Technique and was riding a horse… What on earth…was this still a skeleton?

Now, it was not his companion coming back to help him after dealing with the skeleton, but the skeleton coming back to beat him after taking out his companion.

Watching Ange turn towards him and raise the Scythe of Death in his hand, the Black Warrior clenched his teeth and plunged his blade into the ground. With a forceful upward thrust, a shower of dust filled the sky.

“Pff! Kicking up dust? Really? You're a Black Warrior for goodness' sake!” Negris couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Kicking up dust, stepping on toes, poking eyes, going for the groin – these are infamous hobo fighting moves. Any swordsman worth his salt wouldn't stoop to using them, let alone a prestigious Black Warrior. It's a total disgrace to the title.

The last three moves are useless against the Undead, but kicking up dust can be effective. The dense cloud of dust and pebbles not only blocks vision but also obstructs soul perception. By the time the dust settled, the Black Warrior had vanished.

But this tactic, which fooled the angel skeleton, couldn't fool Ange. Amid the dust, Ange sensed a shadow burrowing into the ground. He pointed his scythe at the exact spot on the ground where the Black Warrior had struck with his blade.

The angel skeleton began to fly, soaring above the spot, spreading its wings wide, the light from its feathers growing brighter and brighter.

After gaining the wings of a Six-winged Archangel, the angel skeleton acquired two new features. Firstly, the Holy Light Gauntlet expanded across its wrist, protecting everything below its forearm. Secondly, it could store the power of the Holy Light in advance, so Ange didn't need to infuse it during a fight.

The Black Warrior, who was digging into the ground, suddenly felt a chilling sensation in his soul.

The new wings were larger and triple-folded. When folded, they looked no different than before, but when spread out… It would be no exaggeration to liken the Six-winged Archangel to the wingspan of a moth. The wings were huge.

At their brightest, the angel skeleton pushed both hands toward the ground, driving a beam of light into the earth.

There was a 'plop', as if a stone had fallen into a lake, raising a circle of ripples before eventually calming down, leaving behind a pit at the center. This quickly cooled and crystallized, forming a thin, glass-like curved surface.

Without a doubt, the angel skeleton turned entirely to ashes, including the wings. Finally, it lost its footing and fell, knocking off its left leg bone with a clatter.

It didn't care, picked up the leg bone, popped it back in place, and scurried over to Ange, triumphantly raising both hands.

Negris sighed, “A fighting bird will always be a fighting bird, unchanging in its stubborn determination. He burrowed underground, we could have just dug him out. Do we really need to use powerful moves like that? Lucky for you, Ange recovers quickly. Otherwise, you'd need a hundred priests working for seven to eight days to restore the energy used by the Seven Thousand Purification Technique. Who can afford to keep you?”

Picking up the sacred corpse on the ground and tossing it into the Resting Palace, the angel skeleton climbed onto Lightning. The Little Zombie was second, Ange was third, and the Bronze Dragon squeezed in last. Lightning bore them all into the distance.

The reason for this order was that the wings of the angel skeleton could easily get stuck in Angel s ribs, so the Little Zombie was used as a partition.

It wasn't until a long time after Ange and his group had gone that a wispy smoke began to rise slowly from the ground, wavering and struggling to regather into a form.

The severely wounded Black Warrior struggled to put his hand into his chest and pulled out a scroll. It was difficult to tear it open with one hand, so he placed it on the ground and stepped on it to rip it open.

The light tor the teleportation spell flashed brightly, then abruptly contracted towards the center, dragging the fragmented Black Warrior along with it into the center point.

“Why would there be a Black Warrior here?” Negris muttered to himself from the back of the line, his eyes fixed on Ange.

“Black Warriors are man-made Undead, which require a Rebirth Altar to be resurrected. Where did they spring from?” His eyes continued to stare.

“I remember what is now called the Demon Valley used to be known as the

River of the Dead because there was a Rebirth Altar that resurrected Black Warriors and other Undead. But now it's overrun by demons. Based on the direction those bones were facing, it's highly likely they're from the Demon

Valley.”

“There is also a Lava River there, gurgling and bubbling away, so pleasing to the eye.”

Negris babbled away, but nobody responded. Lightning was the only one who gave him a few grunts in pity.

Poor Negris then sighed in exasperation, left with no choice but to play his trump card, saying, “Volcanic ash makes the best fertilizer..”

Chapter end