Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 234:

Chapter 234: Chapter 162: Snatching Away the Light Faith_2

Translator: 549690339

Oh my god, we have become the puppets covering for the assassin’s escape! Lord Ange is an assassin, an enemy of the light! What to do? Will he kill us to keep our mouths shut?

Wait, it seems like we have become enemies of the light as well. Isn’t it a good thing that Ange isn’t a real ascetic monk? Otherwise, wouldn’t he have to purify us first?

Fala and the knights looked at each other, all realizing this point. It seems… this might be the best result? We won’t die, will we?

Fala, who had just sighed in relief, suddenly remembered the sound that blurted out from Negris and exclaimed in astonishment, “Bronze Dragon Lord, you missed a sound just now, An? Who? Anthony? It’s indeed Anthony who sent you!”

Negris just smirked and didn’t bother to explain. After all, whether or not Anthony wears this black pot, it doesn’t really change anything if he wears a few more.

“What’s with your armor?” As he chatted, Negris noticed the armor of the black-armored knights. Their armor was peeling, and the surface was mottled and old.

A knight touched the peeling paint with a bitter smile: “The original knight’s holy armor, repainted later, but the paint quality was poor, and it became like this after a long time.”

“Tsk tsk, it looks really ugly, it would be better if you didn’t repaint it.” Negris said.

“Lord Fala said, we are all contaminated. If we do not repaint to identify ourselves, the church will fight against us, and the Fallen Legion will fight against us. That would be troublesome.” The knight replied with a bitter smile.

Just when everyone was chatting cheerfully, Ange suddenly roared and rushed into the distance. Those refugees getting off the boat saw the rice fields by the river swaying with the wind. They all went crazy and wanted to rush into the rice fields.

How could Ange allow this to happen? He shouted loudly and a bunch of figures rushed over.

There were titanic giants whose footsteps shook the earth, bone dragons unfolding their huge wings that blocked the sun, silver dragons flying like lightning, and lightning streaking across like a bolt of lightning.

Of course, there were also little zombies carrying two hoes and little angels with their wings spread. From their aggressive posture, they could push the refugees who poured onto the shore into the river in one wave.

“No! No! Please be merciful, everyone stop! Don’t move! If anyone moves, kill them!” Fala was so anxious that he was covered in black light. As the black light flashed, his thunderous voice echoed through the place.

“Huh? The Fallen Holy Light? You seem quite proficient at using it.” Negris said in surprise.

Fala smiled bitterly, he had no time for this at the moment: “Bronze Dragon Lord, please have mercy, have mercy, don’t kill them.”

Negris chuckled: “Don’t worry, they will be fine as long as they don’t touch the rice fields.”

Fala turned and saw that it was indeed as such. The people who were excited to run into the rice fields after landing were frightened at the sight of the titanic giants and giant bones rushing forward. They quickly retreated, but it’s easier to disembark than to embark. Many people fell into the river or squeezed between the boat and the shore, crying out loudly.

A few of those who were drowning were rescued by the titanic giants, or they would definitely die.

Since there were no casualties, Fala breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and said to Negris with a bitter face: “Lord, we fled here, hungry and thirsty. I don’t know if you have any surplus food? Can you sell us some?”

“Sure, no problem, let everyone settle down first.” Negris said.

Fala made a bitter face and said somewhat awkwardly: “Well, that’s, Lord, there are quite a lot of us. I don’t know…”

“Oh? How many?” Asked Negris.

“Thir…thirteen…four…five thousand people or so.” Fala was too embarrassed to give the exact number.

Fifteen thousand people is a large number. It’s not at a scale that this small village can accommodate. The food alone could consume all the nearby villages. We can’t expect them to give up their food, so we go hungry, right?

Negris seemed a bit disappointed: “Only fifteen thousand? That’s too few? How’s that going to be enough?”

“Huh? Few? Not enough food? A bit will do, just sell us a little bit, enough to make it through these few meals, let them fish in the lake, they won’t trouble sir, if it’s inconvenient, they can go to the other side of the lake.” Fala thought he heard wrong, that there was not enough food.

This is the normal cognition, as long as his mind is not wrong, he won’t think that Negris is talking about the number of people being too few.

“Heh heh.” Negris knew that no one would believe him if he said it. Who would believe that just ten minutes ago, his biggest headache was what to do with the rice planted by the lakeside?

With no one to eat it and no way to store it, the most likely outcome was that it would rot in the fields. Who would have thought that the Goddess of Fortune would bless him with a bunch of starving refugees on the spot? These people could not only consume the food but could also serve as laborers and followers. It was truly perfect.

“Settle them down first, for now, they can eat the food. John, have people make porridge for fifteen thousand people.”

The refugees came off the boat one after another. They were herded onto an open space, and the Purple Corpse was holding a big stick, and shouting through a large horn rolled up from bark: “Line up, line up, men to the left, women to the right, those who are neither, stand in the middle.”

Following her words, a dozen eunuchs stood in the middle.

“Form a line, move forward, Lord will treat and purify you. If you have injuries, diseases, or parasites on your body, expose them in advance, and Lord will pay special attention to you.” Purple Corpse held up the horn and shouted loudly.

Under her big stick, few people dared to rebel, and they obediently shrank their heads and moved forward.

Ange stood on a stone, higher than everyone else, casting the Face Purification Technique non-stop. He had done this many times before and was skilled at it, even able to multitask, with one hand farming in the Inside the Temple of Rest and the other hand constantly casting the spell.

The Face Purification Technique was used so frequently that its proficiency was off the charts. What was originally a Level 1 magic could produce the effects of Level 3 or 4 magic. With a single casting, the minor injuries and dirt on a normal person’s body would be cleaned, if it doesn’t work, he would cast it twice or thrice, each casting taking less than a second.

Having endured hunger and exposure to the sun all the way, many people had cracked and blistered skin. It was tingling, dark, red, and rough. Some who cared about their appearance didn’t even dare to show themselves.

When they passed by Ange, with a swoosh, their wounds healed, their skin whitened, their dirt vanished, and even their clothes became clean.

The Face Purification Technique could not purify parasites such as fleas, but it could destroy their living environment. A Purification spell later, the hair was clean.

The fleas, also purified, crawled out in confusion, packing up their belongings and looking for a new home.

What was this? It was a miracle! At the end of the road of escape, there stood a man wielding holy light, removing their diseases and purifying their filth. Was he leading them towards the rumored Heaven, where the ground was covered with grains and rivers flowed with honey?

Some people subconsciously fell to their knees and started to worship. Pure faith elemental forces surged out.

However, these faith elemental forces did not go towards Ange, but slowly gathered together into a ball. When they gathered to a certain extent, they suddenly disappeared and went somewhere unknown.

Ange tilted his head, jumped to where the faith elemental forces disappeared, and Boundary-crossing Hand vibrated, inserting vigorously.

The Boundary-crossing Hand disappeared into the air, and when it was pulled out, it had already grabbed the ball of faith elemental forces.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Negris hurriedly flew over.

“They… tried to run,” Ange pointed at the faith elemental forces in his hand, “Usually, I don’t care. If someone offers Soul Flame, I’ll return with food, an equal exchange, fair to young and old. If they don’t offer, it’s fine, I just won’t provide food.

But now, after I’ve healed them and the offered Soul Flame wants to run?”

After hearing Ange’s words, Negris wore a strange expression, he said incredulously, “These people mistook you for a member of the Church of Light, and they misdirected their faith when they offered it, so it flew away. That’s normal. But Ange, you intercepted these faith elemental forces halfway through. Do you know what you’ve done? You’ve plundered the faith elemental forces belonging to the Gods of Light.”