Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 806: Chapter 455: Dream on if you think you can ride me, run by yourself_2
 

“Roar!” Little Zombie patted its own chest muscles.

Anthony didn’t understand what it meant, but he could hear a readiness to try in its voice, and immediately said, “All right, you make the first move, then me, and then Lord and Lord Durken will take action when the opportunity arises.”

“Roar!” Little Sky raised its hand energetically.

Anthony panicked, “You can’t make a move, your signature is too obvious.”

Little Angel, not convinced, pointed a finger at him and cried, “Roar!”

Anthony blinked rapidly, somehow guessing Little Angel’s meaning, and hurriedly said, “Have you forgotten what I originally was? The Dark Knight Emperor.”

Little Angel pouted angrily but didn’t “roar” again.

Had he mollified her? Anthony breathed a sigh of relief; if he couldn’t mollify her, she would just burst out with a Holy Light Flash, and instead of impersonating the Temple of the Undying Ghost, they would have to pretend to be from the Church of Light.

Seeing everyone mumbling with strange expressions, but ignoring her, Countess Rebinya got angry, stamping her foot violently and turning to leave, not caring about them anymore.

“Countess Rebinya, please wait, we need you to bear witness to what happens next,” Anthony called out hastily.

“Witness for the Undead, my adventure in telling you means that Tug will hate me too,” Rebinya said.

“Heh, then bear witness from atop the city wall and see the dignity of the Undead Temple, which is not something every Tom, Dick, or Harry can offend,” Anthony said indifferently.

Rebinya turned around astonished and asked incredulously, “Are you really people from the Undead Temple?”

Anthony shrugged and said nonchalantly, “Of course, we don’t need to deceive you, and besides, you see, it’s not a very intimidating name. Even a small city lord would dare to offend us. It seems we haven’t bestowed a miracle for too long, and the world has forgotten us.”

Rebinya’s expression turned solemn; she had thought that Tug’s daring to act likely came from some message he received.

Lately, Tug had drawn many followers, and with leaks all around him like a colander, Countess Rebinya simply inquired and learned that the Undead Temple had collapsed ten years ago—this must be the reason Tug dared to act.

But now, seeing how Ange and his people had even more confidence than Tug, she wondered if they truly were from the Undead Temple.

If these were really people from the Undead Temple, combined with the words ‘miracle,’ ‘offense,’ ‘intimidation,’ and ‘forgotten’ from Anthony’s speech, Rebinya suddenly had an ominous premonition.

She hastened her steps, hurried to the edge of the city wall, where her loyal subordinates had already lowered a basket. Rebinya used the basket to ascend to the top of the city wall, and halfway up, she saw a dark tide of figures closing in from three sides.

Ange and the others, along with the refugees, were already surrounded by countless Undead.

Surrounded by followers, Tug pushed through the refugees to face Ange and his people. When he saw their attire, his heart grew even more settled.

“Look, look at you! An underdeveloped Yellow Dragon, a Magician, a few humans, and a little girl, daring to impersonate the Undead Temple? Do you know this is blasphemy? Foolish fools, seize them,” he commanded.

Without a single Undead, no Witch, no Necromancer, how dare they impersonate the Undead Temple? Did they think everyone was a fool?

Seeing the enemy approach, Anthony suddenly became somewhat dazed, vividly recalling some long-forgotten matters. Then, he slapped his chest hard and declared, “Come out, old buddy, we can fight side by side once again.”

A swirl of black mist erupted from him, forming a horse’s head, and soon after, a majestic Undead Warhorse leapt forth.

And the black mist lingered around him, armoring him in a set of majestic battle armor. In an instant, an Undead Knight wreathed in the breath of death appeared before everyone.

Tug’s followers couldn’t help but slow their advance. Weren’t there supposed to be no Undead Necromancer Mages? Did an Undead Knight count?

Anthony smiled faintly, preparing to mount his horse. But just as he took a step, the Black Horse made a large side step and he embarrassingly missed his mount.

“Uh, Black Horse, stop playing, stand still,” Anthony said, a bit embarrassed, giving a sheepish look around while holding the horse’s neck for another attempt.

The Black Horse moved aside again and then grumbled, “Ride, ride, you call me out just to ride me? Keep dreaming, run on your own.”

“Ouch, stop joking around, stand still, give me some face. I’m getting angry here, and with so many people watching, do you want to piss me off?” Anthony awkwardly chased after the black horse, trying to mount it, but the black horse deftly dodged and started circling around in the area.

The followers of Tug, who had slowed down, could hardly contain their laughter and charged up again.

Black smoke billowed from the Little Zombie, as it quickly underwent armorization to bring forth its Soul Armor.

The enemy couldn’t help but slow down again. Another one with Soul Armor?

Without hesitation, the Little Zombie remembered Anthony’s plan—it was to strike first, so it pushed forward with both hands—Breath of Death: Shockwave.

A black pillar engulfed Tug and his followers in front of him.

After the column of light passed, Tug and two of his followers disappeared, wholly annihilated by the Breath of Death.

Anthony and Negriss covered their faces in unison, shaking their heads. They asked you to strike first, not like that, wiping out the enemy’s boss in one blow. How are they supposed to fight now?

“Roar!” The Little Zombie didn’t care about such things. The Little Angel had always done it this way; it simply followed suit. After unleashing its powerful skill, it roared and charged fiercely, plowing into the pile of terrified followers.

Amidst the sounds of snapping tendons and breaking bones, three or four Swordsmen who couldn’t dodge in time were sent flying into the sky.

Having plowed through the enemy’s ranks, the Little Zombie braked, turned around, and started running again. Its feet stomped the ground with a thunderous rumble, like a giant running.

“Huh?” Negriss was surprised. “Earth Charge? When did it learn Earth Charge?”

Lord Durken was also shocked. “An Earth Element Earth Charge? How is that possible? It can’t use magic, so how can it connect with the Earth Element to perform an Earth Charge?”

Negriss suddenly thought of something and turned to Ange in astonishment. “Did you teach it?”

Ange shook his head but then made a digging gesture with both hands.

“Pfft—you mean, it dug through the ground so much that, like you, it spontaneously understood the skill?” Negriss spurted out blood from the shock.

Ange watered so much that he grasped the Rain Technique; he loosened the soil so much that he learned the Soil Loosening Technique; why couldn’t the Little Zombie grasp the Earth Charge after digging so much?

In the past few years, the Little Zombie had dug more soil than what Ange had loosened over a thousand years.

It took several deep breaths for Negriss to accept such an absurd situation, but then again, more absurd things had happened around Ange.

“What do we do now? Should we launch the next wave? The Little Zombie has almost finished them all by itself,” Negriss asked.

Under the repeated charges of the Little Zombie, the enemy was in disarray, unable to maintain formation, and merely scrambling to dodge. If this continued, the Little Zombie alone could clean up all these enemies.

Anthony said helplessly, “Let’s launch it. If we didn’t shock the enemies, let’s at least shake our allies. Look at the city walls; there are quite a few onlookers. They are all our potential allies.”

After saying that, Anthony glared at the black horse resentfully and then strode forward to join the charge.

Ange spread his consciousness, and the ground surged with black mist, releasing a great amount of the breath of death, which began to waft over the surface.

Lord Durken waved his Gold-touch Stick, chanting a spell for the first time: “Abyss filled with White Bone, the waving of hand bones, is both a farewell to the living and a welcome to the Undead…”

Bony hands, pale as death, shot out of the ground like sprouting grass or tombstones rising from the earth.

The fog began to settle; the dispersing breath of death turned into a mist that swirled over and quickly enveloped the base of the city and advanced toward Deloge City.

Amidst the turmoil, everyone on the city walls could clearly see that the mist seemed to morph into a face, silently watching all below.

Countess Rebinya froze, not daring to move an inch, until the mist had obscured the ramparts.