Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 959 - 959 531 We Are Now with the Church of Light

Chapter 959: Chapter 531 We Are Now with the Church of Light Chapter 959: Chapter 531 We Are Now with the Church of Light Ange summoned his scythe.

The Little Zombie summoned its shield and hamr.

Upon seeing this, Anthony quickly imitated them and summoned two single-handed blades.

Feiti, following suit, also quickly summoned his own scythe.

Abuke looked left and right, then quietly shrank back several steps.

The carriage shook a few tis, and the curtains surged forward as if sothing was about to burst out. At the sa ti, Negriss’s anxious voice ca through:

“Don’t go out, don’t go out. You, a little girl, are too conspicuous in such a place. Stay in the carriage, hey, don’t hit the face, Silba, help hold her back.”

A clearly unrested, perplexed voice answered, “What? … You’re calling ? What is it …?”

But it wasn’t important anymore. The Silver Skeleton had already turned its chopping knife back into a broomstick and, while sweeping the ground, twisted its head to sweep in the distance and fled…

“Huh? It can run? Is this a skeleton?” Feiti quickly flashed forward and lifted the Silver Skeleton back.

Surrounded in the middle, the Silver Skeleton looked left and right, then obediently threw away the broom and knelt down.

Anthony, hesitating, asked, “Have you noticed that this Silver Skeleton seems quite intelligent?”

“Yes, yes, yes, too smart. Is this really a Silver Skeleton? Even Golden Skeletons aren’t this slick, right?” Feiti said.

Anthony asked, “What is your na?”

The Silver Skeleton looked up, blankly staring at Anthony.

Anthony quickly changed the question, “What are you doing here?”

“Purification.” It seed the Silver Skeleton didn’t use the vibration of air with its soul to make a sound but spoke directly with its soul.

“Purification? Do you an sweeping up, cleaning?” Anthony asked, confused, as the word usage seed so ‘holy.’ If he didn’t know any better, he’d think it was from the Church of Light.

The Silver Skeleton shook its head: “Purification.”

“Oh, so chopping people counts too? Basically, you purify everything, dust, enemies, trash, and anything that doesn’t belong to the temple, right?” Anthony asked.

The Silver Skeleton nodded.

No wonder it turned its weapon on us as soon as it saw us. “Then why did you run?”

The Silver Skeleton said, “Couldn’t win.”

Even Negriss inside the carriage couldn’t help but laugh. What an honest skeleton; if it couldn’t win, it ran – wasn’t that quite normal?

“You can’t escape though, what would you do if you couldn’t run away?” Anthony teased it.

The Silver Skeleton looked left and right: “Spare my life…” A Soul Fire floated up.

“…”

Ange, Anthony, and Feiti looked at each other. This Silver Skeleton was ‘too normal.’ Running if it couldn’t win, surrendering if it couldn’t run – but where were we? The Hall of the Undead God. Being too normal here actually seed abnormal.

But regardless, the Soul Fla was real, and Ange gestured for the Little Zombie to receive it.

“It’s a bit strange. It’s intelligent but has no Soul Contact, and it’s sweeping in such an important place. It’s hard to understand.” Negriss stuck his head out from the carriage, his eye sockets swollen.

Everyone knew who had done it but pretended not to see. To swell up the Bronze Dragon, which had such high defensive power, the one who hit it must have had a hefty punch.

Silba also poked his head out, saying, “Haunted place indeed. If it were important, it wouldn’t have been neglected. The Old Immortal built this place and then ignored it. I haven’t been here for many years either, maybe no one’s been taking care of this place at all.”

Anthony asked the Silver Skeleton, “Are there other souls here?”

The Silver Skeleton nodded.

“Where?” Anthony asked.

The Silver Skeleton pointed to the ground, then curled its body up, emitting a piercing scream from its soul.

Nurous ghastly pale, grey-white bones pierced through the ground as Zombie Skeletons pushed their bodies up from the soil, looking around blankly.

Anthony quickly said, “I’m not talking about these kinds of souls. I an souls that can talk, stronger souls.”

The Silver Skeleton pointed towards the center of the ruins.

“Many? How many?” Anthony asked.

The Silver Skeleton counted on its fingers, ticking them off one by one, and finally raised seven bony fingers.

Silba couldn’t help but exclaim, “It’s smarter than the dumb kid at the ranch where I used to stay. That idiot could only count to five. More than a hand’s worth, he couldn’t count.”

“What caused this situation? Did it go to my Divine Realm for so training? Was it enlightened by the Enlightennt Aura there?” Negriss wondered aloud.

“Let’s go inside and take a look, there are still seven spirits, let’s ask a few more questions.” Anthony said.

However, Anthony was disappointed. After entering the ruins of the divine temple and searching around, they found four Silver Skeletons and three Copper Skin Zombies. Those were the beings with stronger souls than the Silver Skeleton had ntioned.

Oddly enough, these Silver Skeletons and Copper Skin Zombies all had normal intelligence and were not as clever as the first Silver Skeleton. They knew nothing when asked.

“Why are you so intelligent? This is quite curious. From now on, I’ll call you ‘Little Bone,’ so as not to confuse you with the other Silver Skeletons,” Negriss said, astonished.

Everyone searched the area, but apart from these Silver Skeletons and Copper Skin Zombies, they could not find any higher-level High-Order Undead creatures, which truly confird the aning of “abandoned.”

“It’s better that no one is here, to avoid any accidents. I’ve found the resurrection altar. It’s indeed abandoned, but the main parts are still there. It can be fixed without Durken, just need to provide enough Soul Energy and try operating it,” Anthony explained.

The group approached the resurrection altar, which was a two-tiered platform about two or three ters above ground, now mottled and covered in Breathing Soil and dust.

“It’s lucky that the Breathing Soil is thick enough, or it would be overgrown with weeds and eroded,” Anthony said with relief.

The architecture of the Undead Empire lasts longer than in other places, primarily because plants and fungi can’t grow here.

By righting the broken columns and fitting together the cracked stones, then infusing Soul Energy, they tried to get the altar operational.

The damaged areas would repair themselves as the altar operated.

Of course, minor defects could self-repair, but for larger damages, manual efforts were required. However, this did not pose a problem for Anthony and Negriss.

Because there was no need for continuous self-repair later, they simply piled so rubble on the breaks and touched it with the Gold-touch Stick. It was quickly fixed. Anthony carved energy circuits on it, and then made corresponding modifications to the resurrection altar to enable it to resurrect both Undead and living beings.

The resurrection altar was of a considerable size, making the project anything but small. It took an entire day to finish the job.

Twenty thousand Soul Crystals were placed inside the altar. All its energy circuits began to emit faint Soul Flas. The operation was a success.

Anthony turned to Ange and said, “Sir, would you be willing to preside over it? Your exquisite control and spiritual power can increase the success rate of the resurrection by at least twenty percent.”

The rest thought it natural, but only Silba and Abuke, who were ignorant of Ange’s capabilities, hesitated, wondering how soone seemingly indifferent and preoccupied with gardening could possess such finesse in control.

Yet, they dared not question him, simply giving way respectfully, “You go first, you’re smaller in size, so quicker to resurrect.”

“You go first, you’re older, you have seniority.”

“No, no, no, I cherish the younger ones, you should go first.”

“No, no, no, I respect my elders, please, you go first.”

Pushing it back and forth almost led to a fight.

In the end, it was Anthony who kicked Abuke up there. They started with the Black Warrior first, as resurrecting living creatures required fetching the Dragon Corpse, lifting the petrification, and so on, which was quite troubleso.

Ange followed Anthony’s instructions step by step and finally completed the operation with a flourish.

Abuke shrank into a corporeal Soul Sphere, with black smoke slowly pulsating as if breathing.

“Is that it?” Negriss, curious, peered over. Having cleared the surrounding area of other living beings, there was no need to hide within a carriage.

The Black Warrior’s resurrection had been discussed with Anthony in years past, with many key difficulties overco under its guidance. However, this was the first ti Negriss saw a resurrection in person.

“That’s sufficient. Once it adapts to this sort of epheral and tangible change of the soul, it can then coalesce into a form and beco a Black Warrior. But since it has a Dragon Soul, which is much stronger, it will require more ti to adapt,” Anthony explained.

Unable to contain his amazent, Silba exclaid, “It’s incredible. The Old Immortal often told he knew a young man with the skills to materialize the Undead. That young man must be you.”

“That would be . I invented the technique. Thanks for the complint, Your Majesty,” Anthony replied, courteously bowing.

“It’s my turn now; I can’t wait to beco a living Giant Dragon and no longer be trapped in this frail body,” Silba excitedly said, having witnessed Ange’s thod and no longer harboring any worries, he had beco eager.

Ange opened the Divine Realm and slowly moved the petrified Giant Dragon out. This was not an easy task, as the Divine Realm had its peculiarities, and it could not be moved when opened, only the Stone Dragon within could be taken out.

And that was a fifty-ter long, thousands of tons heavy colossal ‘stone block.’ Moving it was not easy, let alone ‘undamaged’—obviously, they couldn’t have the Dragon missing limbs upon unfreezing.

For anyone else, this would have required summoning around a hundred Mages to cast the Feather Falling Technique, then gently ‘lifting’ it. But Ange alone could manage it, although it would take so ti.

After spending five minutes and casting thousands of Feather Falling Techniques on the Stone Dragon, Anthony, Feiti, Little Zombie, and Ange, positioned at four corners, gently lifted the mighty beast onto the resurrection altar.

“That was close; it barely fit, but it’s good,” Anthony relievedly muttered as he observed the Stone Dragon with at least half its body protruding from the altar.

It wasn’t necessary to place the entire Dragon on the altar, just the upper tier where its head and heart lay was sufficient.

After positioning it, Ange took out the Petrification Crossbow, ready to unfreeze the Giant Dragon but abruptly looked up at the southern sky.

In the southern sky, a squad of Undead Cavalry was advancing slowly through the air, followed by a Soul Car.

“What are the chances? The Witch we encountered at the Prison of Death Island? Hurry, put away the Giant Dragon and hide,” Negriss urged anxiously.

“It’s too late for that, even if we put away the Stone Dragon, this brand-new resurrection altar will tell them soone has been here,” Anthony replied, shaking his head.

“What do we do now?” Negriss asked, troubled.

“We hide to the side. Once they’re drawn by the Stone Dragon and descend, we’ll see the situation and push them over all at once, taking prisoners if possible. Right, we need to switch identities. We’re from the Church of Light now,” Anthony said, and as he spoke, he withdrew his Soul Armor and scrambled to don a battle Bishop’s Robe.