Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 51: Everlasting Spring (Two Chapters Combined)_l

Translator: 549690339

The angelic skeleton could catch the Holy Light with its bare hands, and as its soul binder, Ange could naturally do the same. Though he had never attempted it before, he caught it successfully in an unconscious grasp right now.

However, there was no response from his left hand, which had fused with the decoration bracelet. His right hand, on the other hand, began to sizzle and smoke, evidently enduring the pain inflicted by the Holy Light.

This was the normal Holy Light, carrying additional damage against heretics like the undead. Ange quickly released his right hand and kept holding the Holy Light only with his left, curiously observing it.

Having used Purification Technique all the time recently, Ange was already familiar with the Holy Light. He noticed immediately that this bundle of Holy Light was abnormal with the presence of some invisible symbols inside.

These symbols weren’t visible to the naked eye, but Ange could sense their existence, somewhat similar to the symbols formed by the soul flames of Oke and Lisa in his soul.

But even stranger was that although Ange could sense their existence and knew they were some kind of symbols, he couldn’t see them clearly, as if they were shrouded in fog.

Since he couldn’t see them clearly, Ange decided not to look at them anymore. He flipped his right hand, applied the enhanced Purification Technique to the true word’s Holy Light, and wiped away the symbols inside. Then, like the angelic skeleton, he bit into the Holy Light.

Seeing the heretic skeleton unleash a powerful Purification Technique and eat his true word’s Holy Light bite by bite like biting into sugarcane, the female priest’s eyes widened in horror. Seeing that the Holy Light was invalidated against a heretic and even got eaten, this was a matter of faith collapsing.

When he finished chewing the true word, Ange smacked his lips and shouted silently at the female priest, “Die!”

The Holy Word Technique: Die! was sprayed on the female priest, sparking a holy light from her body in an instant. The light was violently spouting from her eyes, ears, mouth and other holes, and the sound and light effects were several times stronger than when she launched it herself.

A few moments later, the Holy Light faded, and the female priest fell to the ground with lifeless eyes, completely dead.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are getting more and more proficient with your Holy Light. Just by touching it once, you can understand it. Besides, it makes sense since your words are the words of faith, and what you say is Holy Words.” Negris leaned in, speaking with a hint of jealousy.

The other female priest was still unconscious on the ground, so Negris informed Lisa to carry her away.

Lisa came over and lifted the person. Finding that this female priest’s body was stiff, she immediately revealed a knowing smile. Why would the body of an unconscious person be stiff?

In a teasing mood, Lisa whispered into the female priest’s ear, “Your underwear is dirty…”

The roots of the female priest’s ears quickly turned red-hot.

“Alright, let’s discuss the serious matter, what’s the news you were talking about? How many bags of beets is it worth?” Negris asked.

Just dozens of minutes ago, Negris didn’t care about beets. He doesn’t eat beets, and it’s not a rare item anyway.

But when Luther himself demonstrated how the power of beets could be used to enhance abilities, Negris immediately realized that this was an opportunity to skyrocket the price. The value of beets in his mind soared straight up.

It’s all because of Luther’s showing off.

“Ah? No, no, no, the main business is borrowing troops. Borrowing troops is the main business. My lord, please let the angelic skeleton help me break the enemy’s encampment,” Luther said.

Ange shook his head.

“Ah? Why? Don’t you dislike the people from the Church of Light who regard skeleton witches as heretics?” Luther asked in surprise.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Negris pulled him back, shooting him a glance that clearly indicated his lack of understanding about Ange.

Ange tilted his head, “What is dislike?” He was a very simple little skeleton. He had emotions, but he might not necessarily know what these emotions were called.

“Like your feelings towards Turus the demon who burned your field, do you dislike him?” Negris knew Ange better and made him understand with one sentence.

“Dislike him,” Ange confirmed.

“The people of the Church of Light broke the Ice City and burned all the planting areas of the Ice City, all the crops and farmlands were burned up, ” Negris said.

Before he could even finish speaking, Luther’s face grew severe. This was a much harsher problem, and even if he chopped up all those people from the Church of Light now, it wouldn’t change things.

With all planting areas completely burned and no harvest, it wasn’t just that. All of the food stored in the Ice City was also all gone. If they couldn’t get food, even if he recovered the Ice City, most people would still starve to death. By this time next year, it might not even be known if there will still be an Ice City, damn the Church of Light.

When Ange heard that all the crops and farmlands had been burned, he immediately felt a discomfort. He turned his head toward the distance and called out, “Roar!”

A little zombie crawled out from a pile of Breathing Soil and twisted its head alertly. On seeing Ange, it jumped out of the soil, shaking off the dirt all over and dashed toward Ange.

When the Bronze Dragon was resurrected, Ange took out a pile of Breathing Soil to dehydrate the dragon carcass. Now it has become a special mud pile for the little zombie. It loves to dig holes and crawl into them.

For zombies, Breathing Soil is the best desiccant.

Behind the Breathing Soil, the angelic skeleton fluttered up and flew toward them.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute.” When all the personnel had gathered and Luther was about to lead the team away, Negris stopped him: “You haven’t said what the good news is. And, why would Lord Ange help you? What’s being exchanged?”

“Oh, right right right, good news, I found information about the Everlasting

Spring Stone.” Luther said: “I noticed that there isn’t any water source here, Lord. If we get an Everlasting Spring Stone and place it here, we’ll have a never-ending supply of water for irrigation.”

“Everlasting Spring Stone? You’re talking about the kind of Everlasting Spring Stone that never runs dry? The one filled with holes that condenses water droplets out of thin air?” Negris asked in surprise: “That’s valuable stuff.”

“Yes, valuable stuff, I saw Lord Ange having to cast spells to water the crops here, it’s too laborious. So I specifically asked for information about this, and found out about the Everlasting Spring Stone. It’s about the size of a human head, condenses water pretty quickly, but the holes are a bit difficult to clean.” Luther explained.

“Even if it’s inconvenient, it’s still better than hauling water. This thing is quite rare. Druids and elves like it, but elves have the Moon Spring which is more useful. Even if you got the Everlasting Spring Stone, you want to exchange it

for several bags of beets? And have Ange help you blow up the enemy’s camp? Why don’t you just rob them?” Negris said.

“Heh heh, apart from condensing water, the Everlasting Spring Stone also releases some rare substances which are very beneficial for the growth of plants. It’s not easy to get such a good thing, purchasing it… I can’t afford it.” Luther said while shifting his gaze towards Ange with a smile.

Ever since he knew that Ange had a keen interest in farming, Luther knew that Ange would definitely like this piece of information.

Ange tilted his head, deep in thought, then suddenly pulled out a stone: “You mean this?”

The stone was about the size of a human head, full of holes, but they were all filled with dust and moss.

“Everlasting Spring Stone? How do you have this thing?” Negris exclaimed.

“They are all around the well.” Ange said, retrieving several more, each bigger than a human head, the largest one as high as a person, like a stele.

“Should I clean it? Would it break if the holes are clogged?” Ange summoned the Pollination Technique, transforming the Wind Element into air currents blowing on the stone, like a high-pressure air gun, blowing away all the moss and dust.

As they blew, the holes in some parts were cleared, and the high-speed wind flowing through made a whistling sound. The stone quickly moistened, and in no time, some water droplets condensed on the stone and trickled down.

It was indeed the Everlasting Spring Stone. Just as he heard Luther’s description, Ange started thinking about the dry well in his farm. That well was filled with these porous stones, from the wellhead to the inside, all were these stones, next to it was a large stele taller than a human.

When he went to fetch water previously, Ange had also noticed water droplets trickling down the stele, but at that time, he was just a small skeleton and didn’t think much of it.

After the undead souls disappeared, nobody cleaned them, moss and dust on the stones and stele by the well increased, until one day, the well dried up. Ange, in his younger days, didn’t make the connection between them, and only tried to find ways to get water. In the end, he created the Rain Technique.

It was not until Luther and Negris’s dialogue moments ago that he thought of the dry well. Could those porous stones be the Everlasting Spring Stone? Now that he had cleaned the holes, the wind could flow freely through it; indeed, they were Everlasting Spring Stones.

Luther’s head was buzzing. The Lord Observer here had his farm’s well constructed out of expensive Everlasting Spring Stones? Wasn’t that too rich?

Feeling deeply poverty-stricken, Luther reluctantly agreed to Negris’s two conditions and thus managed to borrow the Angel’s skeleton.

Some of the group rode horses, some flew by themselves, some rode dragons, and some were being ridden. They all hurried towards Ice City.

To prevent the Sword Saint from raiding their camp, the Church of Light’s team set up camp in the wilderness. They had thick oilcloth tents that could block the Resting Wind, but the pervasive Resting Wind still made them suffer greatly—skin peeling off, hair falling out, lack of sleep, dead toes, hormonal imbalance—it was unbearable.

They had sent multiple requests for retreat, but the orders they received were to hold on, the reinforcement was coming soon.

One day, just after the Resting Wind had subsided and the people who had left the tent hadn’t been out for long, they saw the shadow of the enemy. Thousands of humans surrounded them from all directions.

“Prepare yourselves! Set up defense towers!” The members of the Church of Light calmly took their defensive positions. It was not the first time the enemies have surrounded them like this, as they knew they could never break through their camp.

By dusk, before the Resting Wind picked up, these enemies would retreat in humiliation.

There was an Everlasting Spring Stone in the camp. Keeping it out for a day would condense enough drinking water for everyone, so there was no need to worry about the lack of water.

If it was left outside at night as well, there would be even more water, enough for everyone to bathe. However, the water condensed from the Resting Wind was a bit strange. Casting a Purification spell made the water turn black.

Normal water would become clearer after purification, so no one dared to use the water condensed from the Resting Wind.

Drinking water and consuming dry food, everyone was confident that they could hang on until reinforcements arrived.

However, their confidence soon started to waver as an angel and a skeleton emerged from the enemy’s ranks. The skeleton consecutively cast Holy Light on the angel, and after about twenty times, the angel spread its wings.

A beam of white light pierced the earth and blasted the camp’s defense towers and fences into pieces.

“The Holy Light Flash! It’s the Holy Light Flash!” Cries of despair from the members of the Church of Light filled the camp. Is there anything more despairing than the angel they have worshipped giving them a blast of Holy Light Flash?

“The Delivery Magic Circle, the Delivery Magic Circle is lit, reinforcements are here, reinforcements are here!” Just as despair was rising, the Delivery Magic Circle that was set up in the camp suddenly lit up, pulling them back from the edge of despair.

With a flash of white light, a team appeared in the Delivery Circle. Leading them was a God’s Knight—Leonardo, wearing a beautiful silver-white armor, tall and sturdy, with meticulously combed hair and playful smile hanging from the corner of his mouth..