Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 59: Chapter 59 Can you ‘consume’ the Liquid of Breath of Death? 1

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What is the liquid that the Resting Wind condenses into, the liquefied breath of death?

“It should be, a solidified form of the intense breath of death.” Everyone gathered about to observe, engaged in research for a while before they reached a conclusion, then someone asked, “What’s its use?”

“Don’t discuss its use yet, pack it up first. It seems to be dispersing.” They scrambled to store it, but when they tried to, they found it unusual. It wasn’t a liquid per se, more like fog. As soon as it was disturbed, it dispersed, and when it did, it vanished, like dry frost, only denser.

After some hustle, approximately two hundred milliliters of the Essence of Death remained, with a hundred milliliters collected in a glass bottle. The rest had dissipated.

After sealing the bottle and letting it settle, there was only half of it left. In other words, only a quarter was stored, and the rest had dissipated. That left Feilin crestfallen and frustrated.

“Lord, can I keep this Liquid of the Breath of Death and the Everlasting Spring Stone for my research?” Feilin asked.

He was very curious about the Liquid of the Breath of Death. The Resting Wind had been blowing for thousands of years, and this was the first time he had seen the wind in a ‘liquid’ state. He didn’t even have to think about it, and he knew there must be countless secrets hidden within. Perhaps it could reveal the origins of the Resting Wind.

As for the Everlasting Spring Stone, even though it was very valuable, Feilin knew Ange had many. So he boldly asked for it, otherwise, he would run out of materials to continue his research once this bottle was used up.

Ange didn’t mind, so he nodded. He then pointed to the twenty armored swordsman corpses and said, “Mine.”

“Ah? All of it?” Feilin positively ached at the thought. These armored swordsmen were all strong and physically healthy, and most importantly, they were fully armored.

This world lacked iron and skilled craftsmen, nobody could afford to make a set of armor that weighed seventy to eighty kilograms, let alone twenty sets. When he and Anna divided the spoils of war, their focus was on these armor pieces.

He initially thought Ange wouldn’t take anything. Last time, Ange showed no interest in the equipment of the two Paladins, but he didn’t expect Ange to take everything this time.

Although hurt, Feilin didn’t show any hesitation. He quickly ordered people to pack up the bodies to send them to Ange. After all, his wife had run off with Ange, so what were a few carcasses in comparison?

“No need.” Ange picked up the bodies and transferred them one by one into the Temple of Rest.

The huge loading capacity made Feilin and Anna green with envy. They too had Space Rings, but it was quite a feat to fill them with gold and silver treasures and classified documents. Twenty bodies would weigh nearly two tons—they had never heard of a spatial accessory that could carry two tons of weight.

After loading up the spoils of war, Ange and his four ‘men’ rode towards Witch City on Lightning. He had been away from Witch City for three days and two nights, and he wondered how the crops in his farm were doing.

It was not that he was afraid of no one watering the plants. He had instructed the Minotaur woman to water them on time. He was afraid that the Minotaur family would eat all the beetroot leaves.

Back in Witch City and done tending the crops, Ange climbed on top of a hill and extracted the largest Everlasting Spring Monument. After a night of blowing, Ange collected five large barrels of Liquid of Breath of Death.

Excavating the corpses of the armored swordsmen, two were soaked in the Liquid of Breath of Death, two were buried in Breathing Soil, two were smeared with Holy Essence Liquid, two underwent Face Purification Treatment, and two were dropped on top of the hill to expose them directly to the Resting Wind.

There were five groups in total, all meant to see which procedure was best for corpse treatment.

The remaining ten, under Negris’ ‘persuasion,’ were all turned into zombies.

“Didn’t you notice that during the battle, you revealed a serious problem?” Negris asked.

Ange shakes his head.

“Your Scythe of Death has too many limitations, and your magic attack is too weak to cause any damage. The Angel Skeleton only has one major attack, and Little Zombie is okay to roam, but can’t withstand any direct blow. If you come across another heavily armored swordsman who’s not afraid of your Scythe of Death next time, what will you use to defend yourself?” Negris asked.

Ange pointed at him.

“Me? You want me to defend? I’m only half a meter long! Be a bit more humane! I could die!” Negris blew his top.

Ange tilted his head, “You won’t die.”

Negris was struck dumb. Yes, he was currently a projection; even if his body was blown up, he wouldn’t die. Thinking more about it, he realized he could indeed act as a fitting shield; his scales were hard and his magic resistance high. It wouldn’t be easy to break through him. He was a perfect shield.

So, was he fated to be a human shield?

Everything was in chaos. Negris wanted to scratch his head with his short claws and roared, “There are ready-made ones right here! Why can’t you resurrect them to be your shield! Are you stupid, you’re leading me astray!!!”

“Oh.” Under Negris’ angry ‘persuasion,’ Ange turned these corpses into zombies. He then came to a realization. The armor was too heavy; the newborn zombies couldn’t carry it.

This was awkward. Negris awkwardly scratched his face: “They can’t carry it? Are zombies so weak? My mistake.”

There was no prospect for heavy-armor zombies, so Negris had no choice but to seek another solution. After much thought, the best plan turned out to be acting as a shield.

“Kvada, I’m a Bronze Dragon, I’m the God of Knowledge, not a shield. Wait, leave this chest plate for me, I’ll ask Feilin to modify it, and also leave this round shield for me. If I had known, I wouldn’t have let Lightning become a mount. At least being a mount is less dangerous than being a shield.”

Negris sighed, he had enticed Lightning to become a mount without good intentions, hoping to escape his fate as a mount himself. He didn’t imagine he’d end up a shield, which infuriated him.

The days have passed, and the bodies of the five comparison groups have changed. The bodies soaked in the Liquid of Breath of Death completed the toughening process within two days, and two Soul Fires were successfully incubated on them, transforming them into Tough Skin Zombies.

That is to say, under the soaking of the Liquid of Breath of Death, two Tough Skin Zombies were formed in an short two days, nearly thirty times faster than the Little Zombie.

It took the Little Zombie several months to complete the toughening process, and this was under the circumstances where it was fast and murously hunted every day. If one wandered unconsciously, it might not even be tough for one or two years.

On opening up the flesh, the skeleton of the zombie becomes incredibly strong, with much fewer holes than a normal skeleton. If they continue to soak, both the skeleton and the flesh could further strengthen. The effect would be similar to Ange guiding the cold aura in the Resting Wind.

Not everyone knows how to guide this cold aura. There’s a Silver Skeleton in the temple that doesn’t understand. It’s been sweeping the floors of the temple for 1,000 years. Normally, its soul should have been consolidated into a Soul Heart, opened up wisdom, and its skeleton transformed into a Golden Skeleton.

However, that didn’t happen. Like a key component was missing, the Silver Skeleton’s evolution stopped, maintaining its original level till today.

Anything that doesn’t progress, regresses. After 1,000 years without improvement, the Silver Skeleton’s skeleton couldn’t be examined closely due to a multitude of small, loose holes. Luckily it’s a Silver Skeleton, otherwise it would have rotted long ago.

Another five buckets of Liquid of Breath of Death were saved on the second night. Ange transferred them into the Temple of Rest, planning to take them to the temple to soak the Silver Skeleton. But, a strange thing happened when they were transferred into the Temple of Rest. The Liquid of Breath of Death dissipated at an unprecedented speed and half disappeared before his eyes. Confused and with his head tilted, Ange called Negris back. They both stared blankly as the Liquid of Breath of Death in the five buckets kept evaporating until it completely disappeared.

“So this place ‘eats’ the Liquid of Breath of Death?” said a surprised Negris..

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