Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 47: You Were The Ones Who Told Me To Let Go 1

Translator: 549690339

“No good, the heretic has captured the holy spirit of the angel, be careful not to hurt her by mistake!” Made shouted, drastically slowing down his charge. Everyone was at a loss for what to do, perplexed as to how there was an angel in the hands of the enemy.

The holy charge, if it cannot gain momentum, if it cannot rally the power of everyone, then it is no longer sacred.

But what happened next was even more shocking. The heretic, the skeleton, actually held up a radiant holy light in its hands and that adorable angel was stuffing the holy light right into her mouth.

An angel and a skeleton, are they allies?

Ordinary people watching this scene would find it absurd. But for these devout paladins, this was enough to shake their faith. An angel and a skeleton collaborating? The heretic was actually capable of holy light?

Angels purification technique has leveled up, now being four times stronger than before. What once required sixty uses of purification now only took eighteen, but the total amount has reached the volume of the previous seventy. This indicates that the capacity of the angel skeleton to absorb energy has improved.

At this point, however, the paladins had stopped.

They really found it hard to collectively charge at a skeleton that was holding up holy light, at an angel. Even if a few of them had steadfast faith, they were unable to control the hesitation of their companions. Even Made himself was hesitating, naturally stopping the sacred charge from starting.

Seeing that they had stopped, Ange too paused. To be honest, he was also a bit confused. He is not a battle skeleton and has no strong desire to fight unless someone burns his fields.

He came over to simply observe the enemy, like a bystander watching a street fight. Why did the others display hostility upon merely seeing him?

Although he was confused, it did not affect Ange’s reaction. He directly pulled the angel skeleton in front of him, preparing to unleash a holy light flash.

However, when the others stopped, he too held back the angel skeleton. The holy light flash would completely dissolve the flesh on the angel skeleton’s body. Although it wouldn’t hurt, it would cause damage and impact to the soul. He tried to avoid using it unless necessary.

From afar, Made shouted towards Ange: “Evil skeleton, what have you done to the holy spirit of the angel? Release the angel quickly! Otherwise, I will shatter your soul, and let you wail in despair in the holy light.”

“Release the holy spirit! Release the holy spirit!” As soon as Made finished speaking, the paladins behind him began to shout in unison, displaying excellent coordination.

Ange turned his head in confusion and released the angel skeleton. Why did they want him to let go?

Because Ange was not holding the angel skeleton, the holy light flash had not been unleashed. Now that Ange had let go, the angel skeleton seemed to have received a command. She stepped forward, spread her wings, and pushed with her hands.

When the angel skeleton spread her wings, Made knew something was wrong.

He shouted in alarm, “Beware! Form a formation! Stack the Holy Shields!”

The paladins were well-trained. At Made’s command, they dismounted in unison and formed a tight rank behind him.

The last paladin clasped his hands in a cross and projected a Holy Shield in front of him. Then they pushed it forward, the shield passing through the bodies of his comrades and eventually forming a large solid barrier in front of

Made.

“Tsk tsk tsk, this level of discipline is really impressive. I can’t imagine how many years it would have taken to cultivate this kind of coordination. But it’s a bit too stubborn. Ange was originally about to restrain the angel skeleton, why would you ask him to let go?”

Negris, who was observing this process, couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, probably because he understood Ange better than anyone else. It was you guys who asked Ange to let go.

However, the opponents’ adaptability impressed him as well. Their coordination was too harmonious, it must have required meticulous training to achieve this level of efficiency. Unfortunately, they were doomed.

They shouldn’t have ventured alone; this mere group of ten had dared to give chase. They shouldn’t have stopped or dismounted. No matter how strict the training or perfect the cooperation, it would not negate some basic battlefield rules.

One could only say that breaching Ice City with ease had given these enemies an excessive sense of pride and arrogance.

The holy light flashed. A beam of white light shone, first casting across the horses lined up front, immediately vaporizing the places it touched. Finally, the holy light hit the holy shield in front of Made with a bang! The solid holy shield shattered, and Made shuddered as if he had been hit by a beam of wood. His comrades behind him also suffered from this impact, sprawling in a heap.

“Ho… Holy light flash?” Made rose in disbelief, looking at the angel far away, now reduced to floating black ashes.

It was indeed the holy light flash, indeed the holy spirit of an angel, indeed the power of holy light.

If Made was a heretic, he might have felt something less aggressive in this holy light, specifically targeted at heretics. Unfortunately, he was not, so from his point of view, this force was identical to holy light.

Why is it? Why would the power of the holy light manifest in a heretic’s body? Why would the holy spirit act against them?

To clarify this doubt, Made drew his longsword and pointed it forward, roaring, “Paladins, advance, eliminate the heretics!”

The holy shield and war horses blocked much of the power of the holy light, so they weren’t severely injured, still retaining most of their combat power. However, only three of their original ten war horses remained, which made some skills that required the cooperation of war horses impossible to execute.

To maintain unity, none of them mounted the surviving three war horses. Instead, they chose to fight on foot, advancing slowly with Made at the front.

Negris shook his head: “What a pity, if only they had seized the war horses, perhaps three could have escaped by now.”

Behind everyone, Feilin’s eyes were closed, both hands clutching an exquisite magic wand, standing on the ground. At the top of the wand, a spirit entwined, forming a face. The two symbolic holes that represented eyes were burning with flames. This was Feilin’s pet — Black Face.

From a bird’s eye view from the sky, thousands of skeletons rushed out of the ground, pits, and trenches, forming two currents converging towards the location of the paladins.

Feilin’s soul was not strong, and he hadn’t gathered a Soul Heart, which made him slightly weaker than Lisa. However, after Ange formed his Soul Heart, his soul strength exceeded both Feilin’s and Lisa’s.

But the strength of witches is not solely determined by their soul strength, because they also possess magic. Moreover, Feilin was a necromancer.

There is a human proverb: “Never measure the strength of a necromancer by the number of people; he can summon forces several times larger from the ground.”

This refers to the skeletons and zombies that a necromancer could control.

A diligent and conscientious necromancer could always collect hundreds of skeletons and corpses and summon them using magic. One necromancer could form an army equivalent to a hundred men.

If this necromancer was also a witch, and the lord of a city, with enough time and authority to collect corpses, and even crudely arm them, the force he could amass would be an undead army.

Feilin had in his control more than ten thousand skeletons and zombies, which was why the city’s lord in the underground city was Feilin. His presence meant that no one dared to provoke the underground city.

However, he could only command about a thousand skeletons and zombies at a time, no more.

The advancing paladins soon realized they were surrounded: “Lord Made, we are being surrounded.”

Upon glancing to both his sides, Made gasped, “Retreat! Break through!”

There were only ten of them in total. If they got trapped within the undead’s encirclement, sheer exhaustion could kill them.

“Trying to escape?” Aisike waved his magic wand, and several Arrows of Breath of Death were shot out.

“Trying to escape?” A gust hit the ground, and three spikes emerged from it. “Trying to escape?” Lisa swung her arm violently, and a chain made of light dashed towards the enemy — Holy Radiance Chain.

However, their enemies were well-trained paladins who worked seamlessly together.

Two stepped back and raised their holy shields to block the Arrows of Breath of Death. Made smashed the ground with his fist — Holy Shock — which shattered the ground spikes.

One paladin leapt into the air, heading straight for the Holy Radiance Chain, allowing himself to be bound by it. When he landed stiffly, two of his companions caught him and carried him away.

Smooth work in one swoop, they didn’t even lose their breakthrough speed.

The disadvantage of Feilin’s side, which lacked a strong close-combat profession, became apparent. If they couldn’t delay the enemy, allowing the undead army sufficient time to surround the enemy, then this ambush would be in vain, and it would be next to impossible to lure the Paladins into an encirclement again.

Just then, a sword light came slashing from the direction of the Paladins’ breakthrough, startling Made into exclaiming, “Such a powerful sword light.

It’s the Sword Saint.. Dodge!”