Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 537 - 308 Opera Troupe_1

Chapter 537: Chapter 308 Opera Troupe_1

“This is a legendary divine artifact that can communicate with the Undead Empire. It possesses unparalleled power, able to disregard material entirely and strike at the soul directly…” Misha pulled out a necklace from her chest, excitedly introducing it, but was interrupted by Negris before she could finish.

“Isn’t this the necklace of the lead singer banshee from the Howling Opera troupe — the Necklace of the Wailing Voice? How did it end up with you? No wonder you’ve been able to develop your iron skin within just two short years. It must be the Necklace of the Wailing Voice. This object can strengthen the soul, and if there is still soul energy inside, it can replenish your own. Where did you pick it up?”

Negris recognized this object, the Howling Opera Troupe, an opera troupe composed entirely of wailing banshees.

Wailing banshees are a very rare type of undead, evolved from wraiths. They possess a certain level of intelligence and are most proficient at using Soul Impact.

Because they’re so rare, they haven’t managed to become an independent undead species. However, their formation mechanism is completely different from that of the undead. Theoretically, they should be classified as a separate branch of undead.

These rare wailing banshees were gathered to form an opera troupe. The purpose of their opera troupe was not to sing songs. When more than a dozen wailing banshees gathered and chanted the undead’s music, all souls would be excited.

Specifically for the Undead Army, all the skeleton zombies would become like ignited rockets and overwhelm all enemies.

When they began to sing the lullaby of the night, all souls would be comforted. Specifically, the soul energy would recover faster, and the wounds of the soul would heal.

For melancholic souls like Rogge, if a banshee sang to him every day, he would absolutely not be depressed.

This is a unit that encapsulates encouragement and healing, belonging to… witches?

When he thought of this, Negris couldn’t help but frown. He had lost most of his memories about witches and was not entirely certain.

Misha was dumbfounded, at a loss for words. She felt like she had taken an antique to be appraised, and a Minotaur woman on the roadside recognized it at a glance: “Hey, isn’t this the dragon-pattern steel core mithril magic patterned earth-covered burned gem-enhanced brilliant-enhancing scrubbing board that was just released last week?”

“I, I bought it, from a flea market.” Misha stuttered.

The situation was that Misha, blessed by the Goddess of Fortune, bought a necklace at a flea market which turned out to be an artifact of the banshee lead singer of the Howling Opera Troupe in the Undead Empire.

Originally, according to knights’ novels, she should have defeated her rival with the help of the soul device, married the prince, and reached the pinnacle of life.

Unfortunately, this Necklace of the Wailing Voice was completely useless while she was alive. It was only after she died that it began to strengthen her soul, allowing her to reincarnate as a witch, strengthening her body and turning her into an Iron Skin Necromancer in just two short years.

However, Misha did not think this was a blessing. If not for the Face Purification Technique, she would consider this a curse, even if it allowed her to regain her freedom and leave. She would have to go on living forever with a strong, ugly, and shriveled corpse-like body.

But with Lisa’s arrival, she was willing to believe this was a blessing. Thinking about it, she died at her most beautiful age, under the Face Purification Technique, she would always maintain her appearance. Wasn’t this the legendary eternal youth?

“This is a blessing from the Goddess of Beauty,” Lisa said with a smile.

“Ah? Aren’t you the saint of the Church of Light?” Misha asked in surprise.

“I used to be. Now, I am a saint of the Undead God, a priest of the Goddess of Beauty, and an incarnation of the Harvest Goddess,” Lisa said.

The more Misha heard, the wider her mouth opened, mumbling, “Your relationships are quite complicated.”

“Hehe, let me introduce you, this is Lord Ange, the Undead God,” Lisa introduced.

Misha glanced timidly at Ange, too afraid to greet him. She had already experienced the might of Ange earlier and despite her very best, she couldn’t even move one of his fingers.

“This is the God of Knowledge, Lord Nage.” Lisa introduced Negris.

Misha quickly waved her hand at Nage, “Hello.”

Greatness, out of all the people present, two are Gods, truly walking alongside Gods. No wonder she had no strength to fight back, Misha looked enviously at her great-great-great-great…aunt.

“You thought we were sent by Robert earlier, who is this Robert?” Lisa asked.

Upon hearing this name, Misha, who was somewhat uncomfortable, instantly got furious: “A despicable man, I must kill him!!”

Misha inherited the title of Grand Duke Luosha in this generation. According to the convention, the Grand Ducal Mansion would choose a young and promising, yet rootless commoner as the husband for Misha.

Rodette was selected by her parents among numerous applicants, and was personally picked by Misha as her fiancé, a Level 6 Swordsman.

Given Robert’s young age and his originating from a plain family, becoming a Level Six Swordsman was already a considerable achievement. Since turning sixteen, Robert had been taken to the Grand Ducal Mansion to receive corresponding education in preparation to become a suitable husband for the female Duke.

Robert was diligent and carried a burning work ethic. With ample nutrition and high-intensity training, his abilities soared, quickly entering the realm of a Level Nine Swordsman.

He also excelled in cultural studies, learning various aristocratic etiquettes and knowledge. He learned to write and calculate, and gained a certain ability to organize and plan.

However, Robert had some habits that Misha absolutely loathed – greed, stinginess, whistleblowing, but her parents thought that it was just a natural tendency of children brought up in a civilian family. They believed that these habits would slowly disappear once he gained wealth and power.

The bad habits of Robert indeed seemed to slowly disappear. Recalling now, it was not that he had changed, but he had learned to hide. This kind of hiding made him earn the trust of Misha’s family, and everyone was waiting for Misha to turn twenty-one and throw a grand wedding for them.

But misfortune struck. Just as Misha’s birthday was approaching, her parents, the 64th Grand Duke and Duchess Luosha, died suddenly due to illness.

Misha suspected her parents were poisoned, but the inspection by the medical officers indicated it was a myocardial infarction. Amid the grief and sorrow, Misha buried her parents with enduring sadness. She then complied with her parents’ wishes, marrying Robert, yet she never found the courage to consummate their marriage.

Two years went by like this. When Misha went to the ancestral tomb to pay homage to her parents, she was ambushed and killed on the spot by Robert.

When she woke up, she didn’t know how much time had passed. She had been placed in a stone coffin, covered by a heavy lid.

Misha struggled to push open the lid, only to find the stone door tightly closed. So she stayed and lived in a pile of stone coffins, watching her own flesh wither, until the arrival of Ange and his group.

“This is outrageous, let’s go and kill him.” Lisa was so angry that her hair stood on end.

Misha hurriedly stopped her great aunt, “No, Robert has the military power of the duchy. We can’t approach him just by ourselves.”

Although there were more than two ‘people’ present, after hearing titles like the ‘God of the Undead’ and ‘God of Knowledge’, Misha wisely didn’t consider them as ‘people’.

Lisa waved her hand dismissively: “Don’t be scared, Lord, call everyone out, let’s flatten this Robert tonight.”

Then, Misha was agape as she saw Ange miraculously produce an ‘army’ out of thin air.