Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 535

Chapter 535: Chapter 306: Defining the Harvest Goddess_1

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The floating Iron Skin Zombie was suddenly immobilized, as its head was gripped firmly. It discovered that its claws couldn’t reach its enemy.

After a few futile swings, Ange’s arm remained slightly out of reach.

The Iron Skin Zombie instantly redirected its focus, its sharp claws scratching at Ange’s arm creating a screeching sound.

After a few scratches, the Iron Skin Zombie suddenly realized it couldn’t grip onto anything. Retracting its hand to check, it was astonished to find its nails were all ground down.

Bewildered, it looked at Ange’s pale arm, it didn’t match the feeling it experienced when it tried to scratch him.

The Iron Skin Zombie made another swipe, as its fingers cut across, it felt them sink into Ange’s skin, only to scrape against something hard inside.

Seeing the zombie’s confusion, Ange removed his hat with his other hand, exposing his skeletal frame, along with his purple gold hand bones.

The Iron Skin Zombie became even more dazed, it instinctively continued to scratch Ange’s arm only to hear the screeching noise again. Its fingernails were ground down?

Growling fiercely, the Iron Skin Zombie clenched its fist, smashing it into Ange’s hand with all its might.

No effect, after several failed attempts to move Ange, the Iron Skin Zombie looked Ange with its murky eyes and turned around, heading back into the corridor in silence.

Watching the performance of the Iron Skin Zombie, Negris scratched his chin, stating, “Hmm, it has intelligence, not a regular zombie, but a necromancer.”

Ange pulled it out of the straw and everyone entered the cemetery.

It was a vast underground space. The edges showed signs of human-made structures. Rows of stone coffins lay on the level ground, all of them sealed, except for one. The grotesque Iron Skin Necromancer was sitting by that open coffin, hugging its knees.

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Seeing Ange and his group enter, the necromancer gave them a haunting look, then got up and crawled into the coffin, quietly pulling the lid over itself.

“Well, it’s sulking, huh? It must be my descendant. I’ll go and discipline it.” Lisa said.

She went over to the coffin, and with a hard pull, the hefty cover of the stone coffin slid open.

The Iron Skin Necromancer was able to pull the coffin lid closed without issue, but when the delicate and pale Lisa managed to do the same, it was jarring.

Lightning eagerly moved closer to Negris and whispered, “The old witch is also a necromancer, what level is she?”

Negris considering for a moment, replied, “I didn’t notice, but she does have a Soul Heart, so she should also be an Iron Skin.”

“That explains it.” Lightning had an aha moment, “It really hurts when she hits.”

The necromancer inside the coffin was also stunned. Seeing Lisa easily open the lid, he was momentarily lost for words.

Lisa quickly grabbed its ankle and dragged it out of the coffin, berating, “Which generation child are you? You’re so rude! It’s one thing not to greet people, but you even tried to lay your hands on us? Who taught you that? I’m going to teach you some respect on behalf of your ancestors. Tell me, which generation do you belong to?”

Each insult was accompanied by Lisa slapping the necromancer’s head.

The Iron Skin Necromancer finally came to his senses, letting out a roar and tried to grab at her.

“Oh, you dare to fight back?” Lisa grabbed the Iron Skin Necromancer’s hand, pulled it forward, knocked it to the ground, and stomped on its back. She then summoned holy light and started to smack its behind.

The thick-skinned Iron Skin Zombie wouldn’t feel any pain even if its butt was completely battered, but don’t forget, Lisa was once the Light Saintess. The holy light from her hand dealt extra damage to the undead. As she slapped them, the Iron Skin Necromancer began to howl in pain.

The Iron Skin Necromancer wailed in agony, reaching out desperately to grab Lisa. But with Lisa’s foot on its back, like a giant stepping on it, the stiff-jointed necromancer simply couldn’t reach her.

Amid the screams, Lightning and Negris exchanged glances, and suddenly they realized something: “Feilin fears his wife. Now we understand why.”

“Ahhhhhhhh!” The Iron Skin Necromancer refused to back down. It howled, its body suddenly bursting into soul flames. With a violent struggle, it managed to shove Lisa off and counterattack.

Lisa was furious too, her anger resembling that of an elder scolding an unruly and rude child that refuses to change, making her wish she could beat it to death on the spot.

Well, it seemed it was already dead… It remained uncertain whether it could retain memories from its previous life. If not, this was merely an undead creature that had occupied its descendant’s body.

Upon realizing this, Lisa’s eyes flashed determinedly. Gone was her hesitation, replaced by a fiercely resolute look.

A holy light began to shine from her body. A phantom image approached her through the air and gently enveloped her. Layers of armor wrapped around her, transforming into an exquisite suit of armor. In the hand of the armored figure, a stalk of grain…

Everyone was stunned. The Iron Skin Necromancer was stunned because it looked cool. Was she transforming to fight him?

Lisa was also stunned. As the Light Saintess, she instinctively summoned the Holy Spirit when she unleashed her powers and this was rational. However, she had not summoned the Holy Spirit for more than a thousand years. Initially, she had been afraid to do so, and later, there were no Holy Spirits left.

Now, when she unconsciously attempted to summon it, something actually possessed her and armorized her body?

Negris was even more confused. Looking at the grain in Lisa’s hand, he said: “Grain of Harvest? Harvest Goddess? Did you summon the Harvest Goddess?”

“I… I don’t know.” Lisa hurriedly pushed the Iron Skin Necromancer onto the ground again, grabbed its legs, tossed it high into the air, slammed it back down, then tossed it up once again, and slammed it back down.

After several rounds of this, the Iron Skin Necromancer was paralyzed and couldn’t get up. Lisa had crushed its skeleton.

It took only five seconds to finish it off. Lisa rushed over and showed everyone the armor on her body: “Quick, look and see what’s going on. When I summoned the holy light, I had a brain fart and decided to summon a holy spirit. Immediately, I felt something taking shape and being summoned.”

Just as she finished speaking, the armor on Lisa began to dissolve into particles of light, rapidly disappearing.

“Eh, why did it disappear?” Lisa asked.

“You couldn’t handle its power. You said you felt something taking shape? But you couldn’t handle its power. What’s going on? And why was the Harvest Goddess summoned by you as a Holy Spirit Angel?” Negris was also puzzled.

The God of Knowledge can only convert known events into knowledge. If something never happened, it can’t know how or why.

Everyone huddled together, intently discussing Lisa’s recent changes and asking her to repeatedly describe her sensations.

Negris was utterly clueless, but Ange seemed to understand after listening, saying: “Shamara, Gray Angel.”

As if struck by lightning, Negris suddenly understood. He exclaimed excitedly:

“Shamara created Gray Angels. You didn’t create a Harvest Goddess, did you? No, no, no. The Harvest Goddess’s godhood is still intact because you can steal her divine power. Unless, have you defined what the Harvest Goddess is?”