Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 153:

Chapter 153: Chapter 125: This is the Undead Calamity!_3

Translator: 549690339

The desert bandits were in chaos, they were at a loss, with some scared, trying to avoid Ange who could snatch away their souls, and some urging their companions to join together to kill the enemy. Ange had already stepped out of his position, making it the easiest time to kill him.

The lack of a unified command structure once again brought its drawbacks to light. The disorderly desert bandits had unbelievably collided into each other.

Ange ignored the enemy’s disorder, carrying his scythe at the front, advancing slowly step by step, heavy armored shield bearers and swordsmen following behind him guarding both sides. Under the spirit’s control, everyone could be uniformly orderly, like a solid wall.

The only ones out of line were the angelic skeleton and Little Zombie, they were trapped behind the ‘wall’, reaching out but couldn’t touch the enemy, they could only jump around and howl.

At each step, Ange forcefully left a footprint, the power of Instant Death Halo spreading out in all directions. After walking a few steps, he again stamped his foot, and the previous footprint’s effect would expire.

As Ange moved forward, the Instant Death Halo also advanced continually.

When the power of Instant Death Halo wasn’t concentrated, its acceleration rate was quite low, approximately three hours to speed up a year.

Even the shortest-lived species wouldn’t die in one year, so its impact on enemies wasn’t particularly noticeable. However, the effects on the bodies of the corpses following Ange were drastic.

They visibly dehydrated, shriveled, their skin became tough. With each step, their movements became slower, but their flesh and skin became tougher. Any cut from a sword made a ‘swish’ sound, as though cutting through cured meat.

Ange’s scythe kept striking left and right, each strike accurately plucked a soul away. He had found a problem – the Scythe of Death could only take a soul when it struck a vital spot.

For example, the neck, heart, or forehead – if it struck an arm or a leg, it would only sever that limb. Thus, Ange needed to be precise in ‘killing’ an enemy, instead of only maiming them.

After advancing several hundred meters, the desert bandits finally mustered some force. A row of archers stood in Ange’s way.

Almost as soon as they entered the firing range, the archers couldn’t wait to shoot their arrows and congregated closer.

Some archers were skilled, their arrows sharp and true, posing quite a big threat. ‘Ding’, a thick arrow shot through the slit of the helmet of a heavily-armored soldier.

It should be noted, that the helmet’s slit was just finger-thick, an arrow bigger than that could not get in. The arrowhead was diamond-shaped, capable of passing through horizontally, not vertically, yet still, the arrow managed to pierce through and jabbed into the armoured soldier’s eye socket.

However, the heavily-armored soldier had no reaction, he just snapped off the arrow shaft and continued to advance steadily.

Ange stowed the Scythe of Death, cast an exploding fireball, and picked off the particularly skilled archers one by one.

The desert bandits that fell on the spot were summoned by him. After advancing a certain distance, the number of corpses around Ange began to increase.

Finally, someone remembered a few legends: “The more you fight, the more they increase, comrades turning into enemies, souls harvested, this is the Undead Calamity!”

Undead Calamity… as the name of the Undead Calamity spread, the desert bandits finally collapsed, turned around and ran frantically. Those with horses took their horses, those without dropped their equipment…

The mage in the luxury carriage curiously opened the window to look out, but was quickly caught in the crowd and hurriedly fled.

Naeli finally couldn’t hold back, outraged, she roared: “Where are my knights? What are they doing! The battle is almost over! Are they stuck in bed!”

While complaining, Naeli spread her wings, if she didn’t make a move, all the enemies would be gone.

Sofia was scolded until she couldn’t even raise her head, secretly vowing in her heart that once this was over, she would train those guys to the bone.

“Da Da Da, Da Da Da…” The continuous clip-clop of hooves sounded as a large group of Camel Knights finally converged from all directions.

Sofia couldn’t help but cheer: “They’re here, my Lord, they’re here, my Lord.”

Also cheering were the desert bandits, who had already turned tail and run. They halted their steps, looking at the distant sky and cheering: “The flying winged knights have come, the flying winged knights have finally come! Don’t run, don’t run, let’s regroup, we’ll go back and fight.”

With a clear dragon chant, the dormant Bronze Giant Dragon soared into the sky, appearing as imposing as a huge mountain. The wind kicked up by the wings alone when it landed blew the desert bandits in front off balance.

When landing, Naeli released a Dragon Breath. Those who stopped, who shouted to go back and fight, who were regrouping, were all swallowed up by the rolling Dragon Breath.

The desert bandits screamed again, resuming their desperate escape.

Naeli turned to Ange: “Climb up, leave the desert bandits to my men, help me kill those flying people.”

Hearing this, Ange quickly climbed up. The Angel Skeleton and Little Zombie also hurriedly hooked onto scales, climbing onto Naeli’s back, Nage also quickly climbed up.

Naeli flapped her wings, lifting into the sky.