Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 147 - 122: Divine Punishment Descends, Spirit_1

Chapter 147: Chapter 122: Divine Punishment Descends, Spirit_1

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The Magic Egg Cannon was gone, the part of the sand dune within the range of the beam of light was also gone, creating a semi-circular gap, from which tendrils of white smoke were rising from the sectioned-off face.

The outer layer of the Magic Egg was gone, revealing its internal structure which consisted of dozens of entwined Demon Crystals of various hues — red, yellow, blue, green, cyan, and purple. Without the restraint of their outer layer, these Demon Crystals paused briefly, then clinked as they fell down and landed onto the sectioned face of the sand dune that was struck by the beam of light.

With a series of crisp popping sounds, the Demon Crystals actually shattered the surface of the sand dune. Upon closer inspection, it was noticed that the sectioned face bore a thin glassy crust — the result of exposure to high temperatures.

Ma Yuer suddenly felt weak in the knees as he recognized the beam of light — the Holy Light Flash that he had once come across in a magic book.

It was one of those magic books with an illusion spell that would animate the contents as soon as you opened it, displaying lifelike images before your eyes.

He had stolen it from a noble hostage. It had a limited number of views, and by the time it reached him there was only one viewing left. But that one time was unforgettable, because the final villain was vaporized by a shining beam of light.

Besides, what made it even more unforgettable were the vividly depicted female characters in the book, like princesses, female knights, female dukes, queens, and the like. Their stories filled a large portion of the book, and he got to watch them all from the perspective of the protagonist.

But when that Holy Light, which could vaporize the Big Bad in a single blow as described in the book, appeared before him, he couldn’t help but feel his legs buckle, because he realized that he seemed to be seeing things from the perspective of the Big Bad.

“My… My Magic Egg.. My Magic Egg… Magic Egg Cannon…” Vaguli, the Goblin Engineer, cried out in grief.

The creation of his life’s work had been evaporated just like that. It took him half his life to collect the materials for the Magic Egg Cannon, among which the most crucial was a World Tree branch capable of breaking down Demon Crystals.

This key material was hard to come by. The branch present in the Magic Egg Cannon was obtained when the World Tree fell ill and the Elves dispersed its diseased branches. This was his only opportunity.

Because the branch was a diseased one, its decomposition ability wasn’t very good. It was necessary for the Magic Egg to spin at high speeds to activate the decomposition function, causing the stable structure of the Demon Crystal to become unstable, leading to a chain reaction and the intense release of magical energy from the Demon Crystal.

It might take him the latter half of his life to get another branch of the World Tree. Does that mean his life’s work would vanish just like that?

Ma Yuer, listening with irritation, said impatiently, “Enough with the crying. You couldn’t even launch one shot, guards, lock him up.”

“No, you can’t do this, you swore an oath to the gods, you have to let me go.” Vaguli shouted.

“But, you didn’t fulfill our agreement, you didn’t even get the shot off.” Ma Yuer spread his hands, feigning sympathy.

“No, that wasn’t our agreement. You must let me go, regardless of whether the cannon hits or not. Do you think the Undead God would miss your clever wordplay? Release me now.” Vaguli declared angrily.

Although he didn’t believe in the gods, occasionally he did pay his respects to the God of Knowledge, especially when he had tests during his school days. He would pray to the God of Knowledge, but he was never really devout, because he didn’t believe in any god, rather he had more faith in his toolkit.

But not believing in gods does not mean one can stand by while others break their divine oaths.

“What is wrong if I used clever words? The gods don’t care, it’s none of your business. What if I break my divine oath? The Undead God will forgive me. La la, la la la, la la…”

Seeing others’ anger made Ma Yuer happy, especially when they were so angry but could do nothing about him, this made him even happier, so happy that he started dancing.

But after a few “la la”s, he heard the terrified voices of his men behind him, “Boss… boss, behind… behind you.”

Turning his head, Ma Yuer saw a phantom that had appeared behind him at some point. It was draped in armor, covered in black mist and slightly tilting its head, as if lost, it looked towards Ma Yuer.

What was stranger was that the phantom had a flowerpot on its head. In the flowerpot was a Little Sapling that was peeking over the rim.

This strange combination left Ma Yuer dumbfounded for a moment, so much so that he barely managed to utter in fear: “Is… Is this the Undead God?”

Upon hearing the words ‘Undead God’, the shadow seemed to react, nodding at Ma Yuer and then fiercely waved its hands forward.

When the shadow waved its hands, it seemed to hold nothing, but as it swung, a massive scythe materialized, wrapped in rolling black mist, slashing across Ma Yuer’s neck. Then, the shadow disappeared.

Ma Yuer stood there dumbfounded, completely still.

“Boss? Boss?” After a while, his terrified underling cautiously approached, called Ma Yuer a few times and receiving no response, he mustered the courage to gently push him.

Ma Yuer’s body fell limply to the ground. His face was pale as if he held his last expression, dead.

“Ah! Ah!! Divine Punishment! Divine Punishment! The boss…boss… Ma Yuer blasphemed God and was beheaded by God! It’s none of my business, it’s none of my business, it’s the work of Undead God, it’s all Ma Yuer’s fault, it has nothing to do with us.” Ma Yuer’s underling was scared to the core. He fell on his knees, repenting, as waves of solid Soul Flame floated up.

Of course, the shadow is Ange, but at the moment, he was equally confused. He vaguely sensed someone talking about something like the Undead God, and then he vaguely saw a goblin and a human.

The human seemed familiar. Wasn’t he the first human to dodge his attack and run to the sand dune?

What is an oath to God? What is sudden death? Ange was very confused, he had never encountered such a situation before.

However, he did hear the human’s inner monologue, “Turn around… after the explosion… break the oath to God, hahaha…”

So, it was the human who was planning to break the oath to God, but what does that have to do with himself?

Confused, Ange watched as the human on the dune produced a strange piece of equipment and placed a ball resonating strong magic power on it. Ange certainly wouldn’t allow the ball to hit him, he promptly pointed a finger at the apparatus and let out a shout.

The eager Angel Skeleton fluttered its wings, the Holy Light flashed.

After evaporating the bizarre apparatus, Ange saw Ma Yuer’s shadow again. The shadow seemed to have said something to him, Ange didn’t quite catch it, but did hear the words ‘Undead God’.

Huh, the Undead Godhood is within me, so the Undead God it mentioned is me?

Having somewhat understood, Ange immediately swung his scythe towards Ma Yuer’s shadow, the scythe cut through the shadow, the shadow disappeared, then appeared a Soul Fire on the scythe blade.

“It seems like, I’ve hooked a soul over.” Ange tilted his head, murmuring, but after finishing, he didn’t hear a familiar voice in response. He looked around and saw Negris wasn’t there.

After pulling off Ma Yuer’s soul, he planned to ask Negris later about it. However, he sensed something else. He peered towards the location where Ma Yuer’s shadow disappeared and saw some solid Soul Flame, which carried strong emotions of fear and terror.

“Too chaotic, hard to judge the value, don’t want it.” Ange mumbled.

What he apparently meant was that the emotions within the Soul Flame were too chaotic, it’s not worth figuring out, might as well let it be.

After that, Ange raised his scythe and pointed it towards the dune, “Shout!” –Slay them, dare to ruin my field!

“Shout!” Little Zombie, Angel Skeleton, Luther, Lightning, all raised their hands (hooves) in unison. –Charge! Slay them!

However, at this moment, the ground began to shake, the rumbling noise roared, a massive cloud of dust rose from the sand dunes, a black horizon appeared on the endless dune line, surging forward like a tidal wave.

“Shout!” Ange yelled, turning around and running. His determination matched when he was chased out of the cave by the Ashbone Skeleton. ——So many people, need to go back and call for reinforcements, run.