Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 56

Chapter 56: Chapter 56 – It’s Not That Difficult_l

Translator: 549690339

Leonardo stared blankly as the Qi Sword pierced through his Protective Battle Aura and stabbed into his body. The intense pain brought him a sense of unreality. How was he being dragged out of his Holy Blessing?

This was a high-level divine art that no one, except a god, could break.

In the past, experiments were conducted: six angels cast Holy Light Flash together, an arcane magician unleashed arcane magic, and seven or eight high-level Sword Saints hacked away at it, all without being able to break the Holy Blessing before it disappeared.

The only weakness was likely its short duration, merely a few tens of seconds during which movement was impossible. But combined with a Teleportation Scroll, it was still the best lifesaving technique.

This was something valuable he had exchanged for a big price from Guliani. Had it been broken by an Ashbone Skeleton? Could he have bought a fake?

Despite his rich imagination, he could only think of having bought a fake, never venturing to consider the skeleton in front of him possessing divine power, or perhaps it was God itself.

Am I going to die? Will I die? I don’t want to die. I am a God’s Knight! I have so much money, so many lovers, and so many things to enjoy. I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die…

Feeling something slipping away, Leonardo finally realized what was happening. Collapsing into tears, he faintly heard a voice scolding him from deep within his heart: “Fool!”

“Why are you crying? Are you scared of death? Don’t worry, we will extract your soul. You can die after we ask what we’re interested in.” Luther comforted him a bit, before weighing down on Leonardo’s leg, seizing his hand, and choking his neck, then signaling backwards.

Feilin came over, placed a finger on Leonardo’s brow, the middle finger on his temples, and his thumb on the cheekbone, and started reciting the spell.

Aaaagh!” The pain of having his soul extracted made the dying Leonardo recover unexpectedly. His body tensed up but was firmly pinned down by Luther.

The ghostly-blue Soul Flame was forcefully pulled out of his seven orifices. Initially, everything went smoothly, but halfway through, it turned into black smoke and Leonardo collapsed, lifeless.

“What happened?” Luther asked in surprise. Could it be that they had not succeeded?

Feilin’s face grew solemn: “His soul has been branded with a seal. It will dissolve if someone tries to extract it.”

Luther responded with indifference upon hearing this but Lisa’s expression changed: “Who can put a seal on the soul of a God’s Knight? Who can do that?”

Whoever could do this definitely possessed strength far superior to Leonardo’s. And his methods were unlike those of the Church of Light. This meant Leonardo’s backer was someone Lisa was unfamiliar with.

This was troublesome. The real threat was the unknown enemy.

“Damn it, I hadn’t thought that a soul could be sealed. If I had known, we’d have interrogated him for some information first. Despite his foul mouth, he was easily frightened. He even cried earlier.” Luther said regretfully.

Feilin also lamented, “We were careless. But there are still plenty of enemies left here. We should pick a few fresh ones for soul-searching.”

Lisa shook her head: “It’s useless. These guys are obviously from the Church of Light. Things they know were exorcised out by the two female priests Luther brought here. The one that died was used to search memory, and then the one remaining alive was used for verification. Comparing the two, there can be no omission.”

After a pause, Lisa continued: “Unless it was those heavily-armoured swordsmen killed by Lord Ange, they might have known something. But their souls have already been reaped by Lord Ange.”

“What? Why would you say so?” Luther asked, puzzled.

“Can’t you tell? Those heavily-armored swordsmen aren’t with the Paladins and Priests. Plus, I don’t recall the Church of Light ever having such a unit… Ange! What are you doing!?” Lisa exclaimed.

While everyone was chatting, Lisa happened to look towards Ange. What she saw made her cry out in alarm.

Ange was removing a clump of Soul Fire from the Scythe of Death, handing it to the Angel Skeleton. The Little Zombie was already holding its own clump of Soul Fire, gnawing at it. It had already consumed countless flames, leaving only one more Soul Flame left on the Scythe of Death.

Driven by sheer horror, Lisa screamed, “Is it the soul of the armored swordsman? Lord Ange, did you take the soul of the armored swordsman!? I thought once a soul was taken by the Scythe of Death, it disappeared. Could all the harvested souls be hanging around its blade?”

Ange just nodded.

“That’s great, that’s… oh no, don’t eat it, ah!” Lisa cried out in irritation.

The moment she uttered the words ‘that’s great’, the Angel Skeleton hugged the Soul Fire into its arms and glared at her warily. By the time she shouted ‘don’t eat’, the Angel Skeleton had bitten into the Soul Fire and swiftly sucked it all up, as if fearful of it being taken away.

Just like that, a Soul Fire that might have contained precious memory information disappeared into the mouth of the Angel Skeleton. Everyone’s attention fell onto the last flame on Angel s scythe.

“Don’t eat it!” Lisa, lifting her mage gown, rushed forward with the momentum of a charging Minotaur.

She managed to save the last Soul Fire of the armored swordsman. Feilin began to chant a spell intending to extract memories from the soul. But it was not an easy task. His expression twisted as if expressing severe constipation.

Only after a long while did Feilin finally stop, worn out and sliding onto the ground. Lisa, who was ready, quickly steadied him.

It seems quite hard, huh? Ange tilted his head and looked at the Angel Skeleton.

The Angel Skeleton was currently digesting the Soul Fire. When it saw Ange looking over, it quickly spit out a small clump of impurities and handed it to Ange. For Soul Fire, memories were impurities and the clump the Angel Skeleton spat out was full of memories.

It wasn’t that hard after all… Ange patted Lisa’s shoulder and handed her the Soul Fire that was full of memories.

After understanding what was inside the clump, Lisa and Feilin were taken aback, especially Feilin who had exhausted all his strength, only to be outdone by an Angel Skeleton.

What disappointed him even more was that the Little Zombie also spat out a clump of impurities, wobbling with praise as it held it up to Ange.

Feilin had exhausted all his energy, so it was up to Lisa and Lan to assimilate these two clumps of impure Soul Fire. After a busy period, the two women obtained some shocking information from them.

“I’ll speak first, and then you can confirm,” began Feilin. “These armored swordsmen were not specifically trained to counter wizards. They could suppress elements but were immune to Holy Light. They were trained specifically to fight against paladins and Priests of Light. They were known as the Judgement Army. ”

“Yes, yes, Little Luther, go and drag the body of the armored swordsman over here. Quick,” commanded Lisa.

Luther, who was addressed as ‘Little’, wore a dark expression and unwillingly dragged the body of an armored swordsman back. After some struggle he managed to remove the tightly bound armor, revealing a body wrapped entirely in bandages.

“These bandages are all full of holy seals. They seem to be made from shroud cloths,” Lan said as she instinctively took a step back in shock.

Seeing these holy seals made all the glyph symbols on her body throb with an uncomfortable sensation. Although she had lost her memory a long time ago and didn’t remember such feelings.

None of the three witches dared to touch those bandages, so Luther had to do it himself. He tore them off, revealing a rotting corpse beneath. The stench emanating from the decaying skin made Luther realize where the faint smell on the armored swordsman had come from.

“It’s not dead, it’s alive,” said Feilin..