Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The ceaseless Holy Light nourished the dried-up corpse, which rapidly began to fill up as if it had been infused with water.

The mysterious person watched Ange’s actions, his eyes growing increasingly shocked. Any magician who saw Ange cast his magic would feel an involuntary shock: Is this lasting too long? Can anyone last this long?

Of course, no one could last this long unless they were a god themselves.

As Ange continued to vitalize, he suddenly grabbed the Holy Shroud and covered his hand with it. Under the shroud’s concealment, he reached into the Resting Camp and removed an object, briefly touching the corpse with it before quickly putting it away.

The Holy Shroud shielded all perception and blocked the mysterious person’s line of sight. This caused the mysterious person to grow anxious and he was about to look, but suddenly a figure flashed before him – it was Anthony.

“It’s a exclusive secret technique, please don’t peek,” Anthony said with a smile.

The mysterious person glared at Anthony and then turned his gaze back to Ange, only to find that Ange had already laid the Holy Shroud down. After a moment’s hesitation, and perhaps with the realization that Ange couldn’t have done anything devious in such a short period of time, he gritted his teeth and held his peace.

Turning to Anthony, the mysterious person drew a deep breath and couldn’t help but ask: “How did you recognize me?”

“From your reaction. When I said ‘long time no see’, your first reaction was to check whether you had been exposed. It’s obvious that you recognize me,” Anthony explained.

The mysterious person had a sudden realization: “I see, it seems I’ve exposed myself. Anthony, you are illuminated by the Light of Wisdom, I hope you will do more to benefit the Light.”

“Yes, my lord, I will purify the Light that has been tainted by the Evil God,” Anthony said with a slight smile, then backed away.

Over at Ange’s end, it was time for the final step. He channeled the Holy Light and delivered a punch to the dead body’s heart – Rebirth.

The corpse twitched all over and drew a huge breath of air, and astonishingly began to breathe on its own. The heart also started beating normally.

Both the mysterious person and President Kage were unable to believe what they were seeing. Their eyes widened in disbelief.

“Since the corpse has been dead for over a day, whether it will wake up, whether it will retain its memories from before, whether it will become mentally impaired, we do not bear any responsibility. Please be the witness, President Kage,” Anthony clarified promptly.

President Kage approached the body and checked it. His touch confirmed that the skin, originally pale from death, was gradually regaining color with the flow of blood, turning warm from cold. To this amazement, he repeatedly murmured: “A miracle, it really came back to life? Truly a miracle.”

After confirming that the corpse was truly alive, Kage approached Ange and paid his respects: “Lord Ange, you have performed a miracle. The Mercenary Guild’s Roland Kage salutes you.”

Ange cocked his head.

Anthony promptly intervened, shaking Kage’s hand, explaining: “Lord Ange has been in arduous cultivation for many years and is not good with words. I will accept this honour on his behalf.”

“That’s good,” realizing through the strength of Anthony’s grip that he understood his hidden intentions in merely wanting Lord Ange to remember his name— Roland Kage, Kage said.

With Anthony being so understanding, Kage naturally reciprocated, whispering: “Lord Anthony, if there is another chance for resurrection, please reserve a spot for me.”

After stepping out of the tent, Kage raised both of his hands and declared excitedly: “Lord Ange has performed a miracle, the bounty has been claimed!”

“Whoa!” There was an uproar all around. Everyone knew what Kage’s words meant – someone had truly been resurrected.

Ange and Anthony stepped out of the tent, and the scene immediately became chaotic as everyone wanted to rush forward.

“Ah— Hallelujah— Mama—…” A chant rang out, soothing everyone’s hearts and gradually quieting the noise. Anthony waved his hand and made a showy round of the field, calming everyone down before taking Ange to leave.

Throughout that circuit of the field, Ange had harvested countless Soul Flames.

Back in their territory, Negris asked impatiently: “Who was that guy?”

“Guliani,” replied Anthony.

“Is it really him? Good heavens, who is he trying to resurrect?” Negris asked in shock.

“The Divine Body, otherwise, why wouldn’t he care whether it wakes up or not? If someone descends onto it, it will wake up.” Anthony responded.

“Then why did you resurrect it?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“The curia will not just have one Divine Body, if we don’t resurrect it, we will use another. My lord, are we afraid of a descended Divine Body when we are here?” Anthony replied with a smile.

If he did not resurrect it, the bounty that Anthony offered would be considered as a lie. In comparison to his reputation, a Divine Body was insignificant, even the True God was useless. Otherwise, the Goddess of Redemption wouldn’t have been looted.

“Well, that’s true, then why did you let Ange use the Staff of Shadows to touch it?” Negris asked.

Speaking of this, Anthony hastily asked Ange, “How was it? Did the Staff of Shadows take effect?”

Before Ange could speak, Durken had already started arguing discontentedly, “What, you don’t believe in my alchemy skills?”

If the Staff of Shadows did not take effect, didn’t this imply that Durken’s alchemy had failed? Should such a question be raised in front of the designer of the Resting Camp, isn’t that questioning his abilities? No wonder Durken was in a hurry.

“No no no, I was just confirming whether you touched it or not. Lord Durken, you are amazing. You even managed to turn Divine Souls into weapons, it’s astounding. You are indeed the greatest Alchemist in history,” Anthony flattered Durken.

Durken responded unceremoniously, “You’re right. Unfortunately, because of the Gem of the Divine Soul, the Staff of Shadows can only be used three times. I used it once during the test, and again now, leaving only the last use. Be careful with it.”

…

Guliani carried the coffin back and placed it in front of Lord Light.

“This is my favorite body. You are considerate.” Lord Light nodded at Guliani. The flame on the ruler slowly dimmed and soon became a small wisp.

The Divine Body in the coffin abruptly opened its eyes.

Guliani reported the situation, the projection of Lord Light inside the Divine Body shook his head and said, “This is not the Great Resurrection Technique. They are heretics.”

“I also felt something wrong, especially that Ascetic Monk An. His power is too pure, it doesn’t seem like the real Holy Light,” Guliani said, puzzled.

“Too pure? Among the gods, Justice’s power is the purest. Could it be his person? It’s time to pay him a visit.”

…

For the next few days, Ange was rushing in various refugee camps, distributing food, showing miracles, reaping faith, stealing believers. Everywhere he went, devout believers no longer belonged to the Gods of Light, they were all connected to the Little Ghost.

The constant repetition let Ange return to his most familiar rhythm – sowing, fertilizing, reaping. In the fields, he had repeated this for thousands of years. If he kept doing this, he would be able to reap all the believers in this plane.

Unfortunately, believers were ultimately limited. A few days later, he arrived at the last refugee camp. This camp was very close to the southern tip of the continent, near the sea. Most of the people who fled from the Land of Fallen were resettled along the coast.

Therefore, this refugee camp gathered many refugees from the Land of Fallen. Escapees from the Land of Fallen became refugees and were now experiencing famine. They owned absolutely nothing. When they saw Ange’s arrival, they were incredibly excited.

Ange habitually distributed food and showed miracles. The miracles included two types: Healing and Judgement. When under the Original Sin Shackles, the emotions of the believers were often more intense during judgement than during healing.

Seeing a greedy and gluttonous evildoer being bound by the Original Sin Shackles, a group of people couldn’t help but cheer. They chanted Ange’s name in unison: “Ascetic Monk An! Ascetic Monk An!”

“My lord, we have caught an evil witch, please judge her.”

As they spoke, a girl with her wrists bound was pushed forward by them.

Ange tilted his head, a peculiar aura emanated from this girl.

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