Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 33 - Scythe of Death_l
Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Scythe of Death_l
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“The body couldn’t withstand this power, it was burnt to ashes.” Feilin said with a heartache.
“Ahh!” The Little Zombie shook off the Molten Giant, rushing over, its hands flailing to catch the black ash, trying to stuff it into the skeletal form of the Angel, seemingly trying to prevent its disintegration.
However, the ash looked lumpy, yet turned to dust at the slightest touch, and in the end, the Little Zombie, in its urgency, simply grabbed a handful of it, unable to salvage anything, shaking the shoulders of the Angel Skeleton.
The Angel Skeleton was almost shaken apart by it, its fist swung up and hit the Little Zombie right in the eye socket.
Shaken by the Little Zombie, the black ash on the Angel Skeleton scattered, revealing a more or less intact skeleton. The disintegration seemed to be only of its flesh and feathers.
“Ahh!” The Little Zombie covered its eyes and sat down, but it didn’t get angry. Instead, it let out a cry of delight. If the Angel Skeleton could still hit it, didn’t that mean it was fine?
Ange glanced at the Angel Skeleton, noticing that its flesh had disintegrated, but the skeleton was more or less intact, the only issue being that the bones of its wings were somewhat cracked, and the soul was somewhat weak.
He turned his head and directed the Rain Technique towards the Molten Giant. The continuous droplets turned the Molten Giant into a Mudstone Giant, which melted before it could reach Ange.
On the other side, Aisike had also worn down another Molten Giant, and the group moved towards Turus who was several kilometers away.
Arriving at the location where Turus had fallen, they saw that his body had already disintegrated, leaving only a vague shape, like a shattered stone statue.
“Really? This – this Holy Light Flash couldn’t kill a high-level devil, what the hell?” Feilin asked, puzzled as he kicked Turus’s wreckage.
The Holy Light Flash seemed very ferocious, but it was only a skeletal angel that wielded it, borrowing Ange’s power. Considering purely its power, it would not be enough to shatter a high-level devil.
The mudstone-like wreckage shattered, revealing something hard underneath which Feilin kicked.
He pulled back his foot, finding his big toe broken, twisted to one side. Feilin didn’t care, he forcefully straightened it, then changed from kicking to stepping on, trampling the softened wreckage to pieces, revealing what lay beneath.
It was a black rock, the surface having a bit of a metallic sheen, suggesting at a glance that it was extremely firm.
Feilin’s brows furrowed, “The Demonic Monument? That’s problematic now.”
“That’s the Demonic Monument? The stone that embodies one’s bloodline, combined with the earth to become indestructible? The Lava Demon’s skill of rebirth?” Aisike uttered in surprise.
“Hee-hee-hee… not too shabby, recognizing the Monument of the Earth. Calling it a Demonic Monument isn’t incorrect, it’s something that you all cannot shatter anyways, hee-hee-hee!!!” Along with an eerie laughter, Turus’s phantom appeared on the rock.
Aisike ignored him and tried to pull the monument, but it did not budge. “Can’t we pull it out?”
“We can’t. It’s connected with the earth. This is essentially a kind of earth-based boundary. Unless our power is so great that we could move the earth around it, we wouldn’t be able to pull it out.” Feilin shook his head.
“Can’t we shatter it? What about magic?” Aisike lifted a stone to smash it and then blasted it with magic, but the stone was unscathed and immovable. When they dug around it, they found that it was combined with the rock beneath, and they could not dig it out.
“No, unless I summon all of the undead, a few thousand of them working together might be able to pull it out, but… ” Feilin paused and looked at the sky.
It was already getting dark. Soon, the Resting Wind would rise. This was the real reason why Turus boldly used the Demonic Monument. If they had a whole night to slowly figure it out, no matter how tightly the Monument and the earth were combined, it would be hard to resist their various means.
But as the Resting Wind blew, everyone had to find a place to hide. After a night, he would have fully recovered and could take the opportunity to be reborn.
The wind suddenly picked up.
“Let’s go first. We’ll come back tomorrow to see if he hasn’t run away, then we’ll think of a way to uproot him.” Feilin suggested reluctantly.
He also knew this was unlikely. As long as Turus wasn’t a complete idiot, he would surely run as soon as the wind ceased the next day. But what could they do? If they couldn’t pull out the Monument in the short term, they simply had to accept this reality.
Just then, Ange suddenly drew out his scythe and struck the monument.
With a crisp sound, a spark splashed where the scythe struck the stele, but the stele was unhurt, and a small piece of Ange’s blade chipped off.
“Hahahaha, you think you can cut through the Monument of the Earth with a shoddy agricultural tool? Hahahaha, that’s hilarious. Come on, strike it, enthusiastically.” Turus’s phantom laughed heartily.
Ange did not respond to him but withdrew his scythe and took another mighty swing at it.
Now, even Feilin couldn’t take it anymore, trying to persuade him, “My lord, it’s impossible. No one has ever heard of the Demonic Monument being shattered by a sword or knife. Let’s go back first.”
Ange ignored him because he was driven by a stronger voice in his soul, “It’s just that you haven’t heard of it, out of ignorance. That’s how ignorant people are, strike it hard, use your soul power, STRONGER, STRONGER! The only weapon that can shatter the Monument is the edge of the soul, the Scythe of Death!”
Under Negris’s incitement, the Soul Fire flowed into the Scythe, and the Scythe shone brightly, seeming to grow several times larger, sweeping over the stele.
There was no collision, not even a crisp sound, as if the stele or the scythe had suddenly become a phantom. The only change was that the scythe captured a clump of Soul Fire.
On the stele, Turus’s phantom disappeared, replaced by a haunting scream from the Soul Fire.
Feilin and Aisike were incredulous, “My lord, did you… did you hook out his soul?”
It seemed so. Ange tilted his head, reaching out to grab the Soul Fire. novelbuddy.c(o)m
Without the soul, the indestructible stele suddenly lost its luster, turned gray and pale, and finally disintegrated like weathered rock.
The Resting Wind was getting stronger, and they had to run back to the Sky Pit before the wind turned sharp.
All the way, the Soul Fire was restless. Aisike, being human, could only feel some annoying fluctuations from the Soul Fire, but Ange, Feilin, and the other undead could hear the voice of the Soul Fire.
“How could this be? My soul was hooked away by you? How is this possible? The Monument of the Earth shattered? You broke my bloodline connection with the earth? How is this possible? It’s all fake, fake, FAKE!!!”
In Angel s soul, Negris sneered disdainfully: “Ignorant. The Golden Skeleton’s freew(e)bnovel
Scythe of Death and the King’s Arrival are two of the most well-known skills. This demon hasn’t even heard of them? Truly an ignorant death. But Ange, you’ve surprised me. The first time, you actually managed to use the Scythe of Death. You truly are an abnormal fellow..”
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