Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Holy Word Technique – Die!_l

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Ange tilted his head, before he could say anything, Negris leaned over and asked: “What are you doing with all these beets? Aren’t you scared of attracting ants by eating them every day?”

Luther vigorously shakes his head: “No, I have quick digestion. Since I broke through to Sword Saint, I haven’t had a full meal. Beets are one of the few foods that can make me feel full.”

Negris nodded, “True, this place is too barren and there’s no grass. We can’t afford livestock, let alone get any meat. How could we possibly get full, you look as thin as a gun barrel.”

“And you see.” , Luther wasn’t bothered by Negris’s mockery, he grabbed a piece of beet and stuffed it into his mouth. After swallowing, he conjured Energy to digest it and then held out his empty hands.

Luther’s Energy got stronger and stronger, the aura more intense, as if it became substantial. At its peak, Luther clenched his hands and a cylindrical object, condensed from aura appeared between his hands with a sprint.

Negris’s eyes were wide open: “Qi Sword? Have you advanced? Aren’t you an Early Stage Swordsaint? How can you form a Qi Sword?”

Great Swordsman can release energy externally; the Early Stage Sword Saint can make the aura leave the body. Only a high-level Sword Saint can form a Qi Sword.

Luther shook his head: “No, but after eating beets, I feel full of power and I can burst out stronger power in a short time.”

Luther swung his Qi Sword a few times, then flung it into the distance. The Qi Sword plunged directly into the hard rock, sank until its hilt, and vibrated before disappearing.

“Could it really have such an effect? That’s impossible,” Negris disbelieved. He had seen Sword Saints before and he had never heard of a Sword Saint being able to burst out by eating beets.

“I couldn’t believe it either. I bought two expensive beets from elsewhere. Who would have thought they would have no effect after eating? Only Lord Ange ls beets could make me burst out,” Luther said.

On hearing this, Negris couldn’t help but turned his head towards Ange, only to see Ange holding his hands out just like when Luther formed the Qi Sword.

“You can’t use Battle Energy…”, Negris leaned over, intending to taunt when suddenly, a black spike sprouted from Ange’s hand, nearly jabbing Negris in the eye.

“This doesn’t count, you’re using Soul Armor, not Battle Energy.”, Negris said in annoyance.

Ange ignored him and focused on adjusting his Soul Armor, he had always used a scythe as a base to initiate Scythe of Death. Now seeing Luthor pulling out a sword with bare hands, he also wanted to try if he could initiate Soul Armor with bare hands.

The physical scythe was handy but its handle was too short. He could increase the length of the blade but the handle was not easy to lengthen.

After several adjustments, a scythe with a two-meter high handle and a blade as wide as a door appeared in Ange’s hand.

“It looks nice.”, Luther said in admiration. A horrific skeleton, its eyes burning with blue flames, holding a large scythe in both hands, looked like the grim reaper that harvests souls. “It can scare a lot of people on the battlefield.”

Talking only to realize that Ange jumped into the field, running back and forth hastily with the scythe against the ground, almost trampling on the beet leaves. When he reached the end, a row of beet leaves had been neatly cut and fell onto the ground.

Ange jumped to the second row and galloped back with the scythe held in

times higher than before. He used to have to bend over and drag, now he just had to run with an elongated handle. Ange returned, shaking the mud off his feet, affirming, “It’s handy.”

Negris and Luther were both speechless.

Luther had already become accustomed to Ange’s mindset, where everything is measured against the standards of farming. Shaking his head, he walked toward the field, muttering, “There’s no need for Lord to test the blade on the beets. It’s too wasteful. I’ll take these leaves. I’ll make do with some greens for a couple of days. It’s wasteful. I can’t stand wastefulness.”

Before he could reach out and touch the beet leaves, a hoove stepped in between him and the beet leaves. It was the Minotaur Auntie who was distributing manure. With wide bull eyes and a thief-guarding expression, she stared at Luther, “Mine!”

Luther snorted, his eyes flamed with battle intent. Just picking up few beet leaves, Lord Ange didn’t say anything yet and now a Minotaur is trying to stop me, a sublime Sword Saint?

Energy surged within him and Luther is ready to squeeze out the Minotaur Auntie and scoop the delectable beet leaves into his arms. He could prepare a pot full of vegetable stew in the evening to wash the greasy.

However, before he could squeeze past the Minotaur Auntie, something horrific happened. The Minotaur Auntie stirred her broomstick in the manure bucket and swung it towards him.

“Bada!” Luther bolted out faster than when he beheaded the Paladin. There was no sign of him in a blink of an eye.

The Minotaur Auntie whipped her broom on the ground, snorted disdainfully, and then merrily harvested the beet leaves. These beet leaves had been contracted to her by Ange. She would sell them in the city after the harvest, which was extremely popular.

Only after the Minotaur Auntie had harvested and left, Luther sneaked back. With persistence, he exclaimed, “I choose not to engage with her.”

Negris chuckled, then turned to ask, “What’s the deal with these two priests? And these heavy armored shield bearers? Did you wipe out the Church of Light cavalry?”

“I ambushed them several times, killed some of them, and drove them out of Ice City. Now they dare not enter the city, they can only set up camp in open areas, but it seems like they are not preparing to leave, they still plan to send people over. This time I came to request Lord Ange to help out, using Holy Light Flash to bomb their camp, which would help me enter and kill them. The two priests are prisoners I captured, I brought them to serve Lord.” “Goodness, giving priests to a skeleton? Are you trying to kill him?” Negris couldn’t help but laugh.

While everyone misunderstood Ange, thinking he was some sort of manifestation of King Observer, Negris was well aware of Ange’s roots. He was just a lucky skeleton who inherited the Soul Network and the faith of the Undead, almost a fake God, but his power remained limited.

Keeping a priest by his side, what if the other party rose in rebellion and burnt him with Holy Light?

As soon as this thought popped up, he saw the female priest who had been lying still on the ground suddenly moved. She sprung up like a coiled spring, despite her hands bound behind her back, and roared with rage at Ange, “Die, heretic!”

The priest’s body burst out with Holy Light, forming a beam aimed at Ange—Holy Word Technique: Die!

The word of the Lord is law, the action of the Lord is rules, the thought of the Lord is Manifestation, Holy Word is a pure Divine Art that ignores the power levels. Its power lies in the faith of the ‘speaker’, whether it is devout and firm enough.

As long as the faith is strong enough, often it can burst out with great power, eliminating the powerful heretics far beyond its level.

However, to her horror, the heretic skeleton before her had caught the Holy Word with his bare hands..

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