Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

11 Chapter 11 Incredible Connection_1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ange was not a fighter, he was a farming skeleton, but he had been using a scythe for over a thousand years. When harvesting crops, he could with one stroke chop down and neatly topple the crops. If he regards his opponent as crops, Ange could chop wherever he wished to.

The sharp scythe severed the zombie’s neck in one fell swoop. The head rolled down and, rattling along the way, ended up at the feet of the Little Zombie. Little Zombie, frightened by the scene, instinctively covered his own neck and looked in terror at the scythe in Ange’s hand.

Equally shocked as the Little Zombie was the person controlling the zombie from behind.

In a gloomy corner of the underground city, a Necromancer clad in a black robe suddenly leaped from his chair, subconsciously clutching his own neck.

The Necromancer’s consciousness had been projected onto the zombie just now, and all of his experiences were the same as the zombie’s. Ange’s scythe had essentially chopped at his own neck.

This was not the first time something like this had happened, but it was so sudden this time that the Necromancer had no time to prepare, and thus was greatly startled.

Regaining his composure, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and tried to connect with the zombie again, only to find that the connection had been lost.

“I’ve suffered a great loss. This zombie had the highest affinity with me. What kind of crap skeleton is that? How is its weapon so sharp? And why was its action so quick?” The Mage muttered.

“No, I have to go check on it and, if possible, capture those two skeleton zombies.” The Necromancer got up, and went to the wall and lightly pressed on it. A magic wave from the tip of his finger aligned with a certain structure in the wall, revealed a concealed door that swung outward.

Walking into the concealed door, there was a narrow corridor. The corridor had recesses on both sides, somewhat resembling the layout of a cloakroom. But upon closer inspection, what was placed inside those small recesses were not clothes, but zombies and skeletons.

After a brief selection, the Necromancer finally chose a skeleton that was thin but white and delicate. He murmured, “I’ll use you. Your bones are incomplete, and the shoulder blade on your back is slightly deformed. However, your bone density is the highest. I guess you were well-nourished when you were alive.”

With his hand on the skeleton’s skull, the Necromancer softly chanted a spell and controlled the white skeleton to walk out.

Aisike always said that the underground city was very safe, as long as you did not attack anyone, no one would harm the skeletons and zombies.

But Aisike only saw the skeleton zombies controlled by Feilin. These can be considered organized undead. Under Feilin’s control, they are very safe, and no one would dare to harm them.

However, Aisike overlooked a problem. The Resting Wind was blowing outside, and over the years, a large number of residents in the underground city had either died of old age or passed away suddenly. Wouldn’t their bodies and bones give birth to undead under the influence of the Resting Wind? Then, where did these wild undead go?

As a human, Aisike did not notice the difference between the wild and organized undead. Seeing the skeletons and zombies roaming the streets, he thought undead were safe. But the true evil often hides in corners that even Feilin cannot notice.

As soon as Ange and the Little Zombie entered, they were targeted. Ange was an unowned Ashbone Skeleton, wandering the streets aimlessly without a fixed job, an obvious characteristic of being ‘unowned’. The Little Zombie, on the other hand, was unusually active. This was not like the rigid and dull zombies, it was more like a juvenile witch.

Sorcerers, wise necromancers are called Liches while those lacking intelligence are called zombies. In terms of growth potential and practicality, the wise Liches are hundreds of times superior to zombies. They could also easily be trained to become powerful spellcasters.

Think about it, having a powerful spellcaster who is absolutely obedient to you. And capable of living long enough would be such a precious asset to you or even your future generations.

With the presence of Little Zombie, an Ashbone Skeleton like Ange was relatively worthless. The Necromancer targeted Ange first, intending to subdue Ange and then kidnap Little Zombie. However, Ange’s actions were too quick, and it cost him control with just one hit.

Theoretically, a broken scythe could not decapitate the Tough Skin Zombie in one blow. What caused this phenomenon?

The puzzled Necromancer, unable to curb his curiosity, dispatched another skeleton. However, he no longer had the luxury of hoping to subdue Ange and then kidnap Little Zombie—figuring out the cause would bring him great satisfaction.

By the time he controlled the skeleton to reach Ange’s location, he only saw a headless zombie following Ange and Little Zombie, laboriously moving rubble.

The soul of a zombie resides in its chest, so losing its head does not kill it. Hence, one often hears about Headless Zombies or Headless Knights, but never headless skeletons.

However, once a zombie loses its head, its perception ability weakens considerably. The soul observes its environment through the chest cavity, giving the sensation of having cataracts, unless the soul is strong enough to ignore this hindrance.

Besides the three Skeleton Zombies working diligently in the fields, he also saw Feilin suddenly blocking his path. Feilin’s exceedingly furious yet smiling face said: “You pests from the underground sewer, normally I can’t be bothered to deal with you. Now that you dare target my esteemed guests, why don’t you repent in the world of the dead?”

The Necromancer felt as if Feilin’s face was caving in and spinning, making his head spin as if a mighty force was sucking him towards it and plummeting him into an endless abyss.

This change shocked the Necromancer, and a terrifying magic crossed his mind — the Soul-devouring Abyss.

It was a kind of spirit magic, specifically targeting consciousness bodies that attached themselves to other objects, such as mind control and undead body attachments. However, its success rate was low. The spiritual power had to be many times stronger than the opponent for it to work.

Feilin’s spiritual power was stronger than that of this human Necromancer by a dozen times. He pulled out the Necromancer’s consciousness directly and crushed it.

In a dark corner, the Necromancer sitting in the chair trembled, and then went limp. His powerless body slid from the chair to the ground.

With his consciousness sucked away, the Necromancer became akin to a living dead, never waking up again. Although his body was still breathing and he was still alive, if no one found him, he would remain lying there until he starved to death.

After killing the consciousness body attached to the skeleton, Feilin heaved a sigh of relief and muttered, “Fortunately, I was cautious. I can buy supplies from the newly met Observer. If these pests alarm him and Lord Observer moves to watch over another place, the Underground City would be ruined. No, this area must be declared off-limits. I can’t let anyone in casually.”

After saying this, he ignored the skeleton that had fallen on the ground and quietly left. He didn’t dare disturb the Lord Observer.

Not long after, the restless Little Zombie started running around. It quickly discovered the white skeleton and excitedly dragged it back, howling towards Ange.

Ange didn’t pay attention to this skeleton but stared at Little Zombie with confusion. A wisp of soul energy was emerging from Little Zombie’s body and drifting into Ange’s.

This was the second time this had happened. When Ange had cut down the zombie before, Little Zombie had clutched its neck, looking scared, and then a wisp of soul energy had drifted into Ange’s soul.

From the first wisp of soul energy, Ange faintly felt that he and Little Zombie had established a mysterious connection.

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