[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re":3,"chapter-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-104":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Vegetable-Growing Skeleton's Foreign Land Reclamation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2351585,4600,"Chapter 104","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-104",104,"\u003Cp>“Ku Ba Da, I knew it! If I’d known, I’d have tied them up! This is human territory—hurry, hurry, get back!” Nagelis roared, bolting out of the carriage and flying toward Ange and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se also abandoned the carriage and sprinted back; this was human territory, teeming with powerful guardians—what would happen if a skeleton appeared here? Run, run now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This idiot, always running off randomly! I always tell him to go plant vegetables, but I wasn’t going to plant vegetables—why did he follow me?!” Nagelis couldn’t hold back his complaints; he never listened when called, yet now he followed without being summoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange’s importance goes without saying—he’s the Immortal God, the ruler of the Tomb of Rest, and absolutely cannot suffer any mishap, or the legacy of the Immortal Empire will truly be severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was a human city, within the Church of Light’s sphere of influence—a skeleton suddenly appearing on the street would cause chaos; they had to leave before humans reacted, and the fastest way was obviously through the teleportation array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they reached the gate, another horse’s head poked out from inside—the top half of a single horn still visible; no doubt it was Lightning, that damn horse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t come out, go back, go back!” Just as Nagelis was frantic, the goblin guarding the teleportation array suddenly flipped over the wall, locked eyes with Nagelis, looked startled, and opened his mouth silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his lip movements, Nagelis understood what he said: Run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the goblin slipped into the alley and vanished in an instant. Before Nagelis could figure it out, flames erupted from the house, spreading at an unnaturally rapid pace, completely engulfing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis began to understand why the goblin had shouted “run”—the goblin’s duty was clearly to destroy the array if it was exposed, to prevent anyone from learning the coordinates of the Tomb of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… couldn’t you have waited until we got back before burning it?! Nagelis roared inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beeep! Beeep!” A shrill whistle pierced the air—the city patrol had noticed the commotion, spotted Ange, and immediately sounded the alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several mercenaries, swordsmen, and mages, bold due to their skill, watched from afar, but none acted—they couldn’t tell what was going on, since Ange was accompanied by an angel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis flew over to Ange and the others, yelling: “Why did you come here? Don’t you fear death?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange tilted his head: “They said, ‘You grow dragons, I want to see.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagelis felt like spitting blood: Growing dragons is not the same as your stupid vegetable gardening!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed Lightning’s reins and said seriously: “Take us out. If we can’t break through, we all die here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning, who had just been grinning broadly at the crowd, the noise, and the beautiful creatures, froze—his goofy smile didn’t even shift: “A… all of us die? Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because we’re heretics. Get on.” The last part came from Ange and the others. Under their urging, Ange and the rest, confused, climbed onto Lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heretic or not, Ange didn’t grasp the gravity—he was just human, right? Lu Se, Anna, and others were human too; most of the Tomb of Rest were human, and everyone was friendly enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he didn’t understand, he could feel the hostility radiating from the onlookers, and he was bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angel skeleton mounted, the little zombie mounted, Ange mounted, then Nagelis climbed on too, and said to Lu Se: “Follow us. If you get lost, find Silver Coin and Anthony.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se nodded grimly, pulled out a beet, and silently stuffed it into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning snorted, muttering under his breath: “You’re the horse, your whole family’s horses. I’ll let it slide since you’re about to go extinct.” The volume was just right for Nagelis to hear—enough to make him want to strangle the horse on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he grumbled, Lightning sensed the seriousness from Nagelis’s words—he stamped his hoof, stretched his joints, twisted his neck left and right, and sparks crackled from his half-broken horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Head straight ahead, follow the main road—break out before they react. If they shut the gates and raise the defense shield, even with wings we won’t escape. Lu Se can hide, but we’re too obvious. Oh, Ange, where’s your hat? Put it on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange had a straw hat hanging around his neck; Nagelis hadn’t reminded him, so he’d forgotten—he quickly took down the sapling and put on the hat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the hat on, there was no place to put the sapling—he switched hands, then pressed his empty palm against the air and shoved it into the Tomb of Rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly removed and relocated, the sapling was startled—it raised its true leaf: Huh—huh—huh—and as it “huffed,” the surrounding air slowly shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange grabbed the little zombie’s neck, intending to toss it into the Tomb of Rest, but Nagelis stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t stuff yourself in either—they’re soul-linked to you. If you die, they die too. Pointless. Hold onto the angel skeleton—don’t let it blast holy light everywhere. Save it for the critical moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.” Ange poked the angel skeleton. “Aow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aow…” The angel skeleton responded. From that single “aow,” Nagelis somehow heard reluctance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning trotted toward the main road. Seeing them run, the patrol officer who’d blown the whistle blew again while sprinting after them, pointing his club as if ordering them to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning was fast—he quickly left the patrol officer far behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But soon, the whistle sounded again—a wind mage soared into the air, chasing Ange while blowing his whistle. Before he’d finished, another mage appeared above them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ange, shoot them down! If they keep following, they’ll bring everyone.” Nagelis urged anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange nodded, turned to face the two mages, and formed a fireball in one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the fireball, both mages grinned: “A level-one fireball? Hah! Where’d this rookie come from? Using attack magic in the city? That’s at least fifty merit points—mine!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah, let’s see who’s faster—” The second mage never finished—he saw something beyond imagination, utterly illogical, terrifyingly abnormal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy didn’t form one fireball—he formed a row of them, then each shrank into miniature explosive fireballs, lined up and fired at them at a rate of three per second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh!” The two mages barely screamed before their protective spells exploded, their robes shredded, their bodies smoking as they tumbled down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither mage died—because Nagelis had said “shoot them down,” not “kill them.” Seeing them fall, Ange lost his lock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burly mercenary charging from the side, witnessing this, suddenly acted as if stricken blind—he flung his arms forward, groping, staggering toward the roadside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those chasing from behind slowed instinctively; those blocking ahead scattered left and right; even mages and swordsmen who’d just taken flight slammed their feet back down hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange’s group surged through the blockade, racing down the main road, the city gate visible far ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the gate stood wide open—a procession filed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group was large, mostly guards: holy knights, heavy shield warriors, priests, and high priests, surrounding a luxurious carriage. By this standard, whoever sat inside was at least a Grand Archbishop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange’s group’s wild charge startled the procession—the lead holy knight raised a clenched fist; the group instantly halted and spread out, assuming defensive stances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The halt drew attention from within the carriage—the window opened, revealing a handsome face, and a commanding voice rang out: “What’s happening?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was none other than Nicolas Kevin III, famed as the Church of Light’s most beautiful Grand Archbishop in history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy knight bowed low: “Rumor says a heretic is charging toward us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Assassination?” Nicolas raised an eyebrow, intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy knight dared not meet that face, which made one feel ashamed: “Rest assured, Your Grace, the heretic won’t break through our guard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no, no—let them come. What a perfect opportunity!” Nicolas smiled, like a sudden burst of stars—dazzling, radiant, as if no one could obscure his glory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That blasphemous wretch, the shameless Anthony, slandered us as followers of a demon god, claimed we were tainted by the demon, and ambushed him? Such a vile lie needs proof—what better chance than before the eyes of all, using the gods’ own power to purify the heretic?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After smiling, Nicolas added silently in his mind: I didn’t even arrange this—who’s this thoughtful soul who got ahead of me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nicolas stepped down from the carriage and moved to the front of the procession. As he appeared, screams and gasps erupted from both sides of the road and the city walls—maidens and matrons waved handkerchiefs wildly, shrieking to catch his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nicolas had to wave left and right in response to his fans’ fervor before raising his hand toward the charging group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous voice echoed down the entire avenue: “The gods say: On land bathed in holy light, one must hold reverence—kneel!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning’s eyes widened in terror—he felt an invisible force crush him, his knees buckling as he slid and collapsed to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angel skeleton, the little zombie, and Huang Tong all tumbled over, rolled a few times, then knelt helplessly—Holy Word: Kneel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Ange seemed unaffected—he rolled on the ground, then sprang up and sprinted straight at Nicolas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Nicolas exclaimed, then opened his hands again: “The gods say: The burden of original sin is a heavy chain—bind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven chains materialized on the ground, wrapping around Ange—but shattered on contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible? A sinless being? Not a single original sin?” Nicolas looked stunned: “How can there be a human without sin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the straw hat was low-tier, its illusion could only be pierced by someone with higher mental strength than the wearer—so Nicolas saw Ange as human, meaning his mental strength was lower than Ange’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange’s feet stirred the wind—air elements lifted him, his speed surging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The gods say: Obsession is the path to hell!” Facing the rapidly approaching enemy, Nicolas finally panicked—his voice trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wild grass, vegetables, and seedlings erupted beneath Ange’s feet, sprouting into a lush green path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is your obsession THIS?!” Nicolas abandoned all dignity, roaring: He shattered five of the six rings on his fingers at once—five-colored shields erupted around him as he shouted: “Protect me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late—the guards behind had expected a clean, dramatic execution of the heretic and had been standing idly with arms crossed—how could they react?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ange had already reached Nicolas’s side and swung his left fist.\u003C\u002Fp>",1725,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","42a3c454c78d6de2d5abd319c4bad0c91ff7cb28e7e505d5a92ff2b28a2ceaae","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-105","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-103",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]