[{"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-125":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},2351606,4600,"Chapter 125: This is the Undead Catastrophe!","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-125",125,"\u003Cp>So much death energy, dispersing rapidly under the sun or seeping into the sand, but when Ang began to slide, these death energies suddenly found a fulcrum and slowly converged toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They seemed to become threads, gathering into Ang’s hands; once connected to his body, the death energy that had vanished instantly under sunlight now solidified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang tried to tug at those threads, but there were too many—they pulled him forward instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angel skeleton turned to bone was the first to step forward, grabbing Ang; the little zombie also realized and grabbed his other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others saw this and moved to help, but Negril stopped them: “Don’t interfere. Let him handle it himself—watch out for backlash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filin and Esk agreed, halting others who wanted to assist, especially the Purple Bone Titans emerging from the jujube grove.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any magic or skill must account for possible backlash. If Ang can’t pull it up himself, let it go—what if someone else helps and pulls his body apart?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should we call back the little angel and the little zombie?” someone asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no—they’re linked by soul, they’re one entity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re linked by soul too—why don’t you go help? Because you’re underdeveloped and too weak?” Lei Ting asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril ignored it, turning to shout into the jujube grove: “Purple Bone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Talk nicely…” Lei Ting lunged to hug Negril and cover his mouth, but his body was too large—if he truly hugged him, the underdeveloped copper dragon might fall apart?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar~~~” A low growl echoed from afar; turning back, the distant Copper Dragon had retracted its dangerous vertical pupils, locking its gaze on Lei Ting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Ting's embrace instantly turned into a distant grooming gesture, stroking the air over Negril’s back a few times before slinking off dejectedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asking a “horse” to make such a pose was already cruel; what was even crueler was that everyone had started finding ways to control it—chances to just “speak” freely would grow rarer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril sneered at it, then turned his gaze to the bandit formation afar—the bandits hesitated, clearly stunned by the losses of their first wave, still unable to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A luxurious carriage appeared behind the bandits, surrounded by over a dozen followers, all at least High-Grade Swordsmen; on the carriage was a large emblem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Rose Emblem? A mage from the Rose Mage Tower? Anyone using the Rose Emblem must be at least a Grand Mage, right?” Negril recognized the emblem at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Grand Mage? Such a big entourage?” Filin said enviously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carriage door opened; one follower immediately lowered the step, and out stepped a mage in a robe, leaning on the follower’s hand as he stepped onto the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage was old—probably in his sixties—first he shaded his eyes from the sun, revealing a flicker of impatience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his expression, two followers instantly raised a sunshade to block the sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage fanned himself with his palm; immediately, a follower stepped forward and opened a folding fan to cool him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the desert noon wind was scorching—fanning only made it hotter; the mage cursed the follower. The follower quickly apologized, then raised the fan directly before the mage’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage’s hand brushed the fan’s surface; instantly, visible frost condensed on it—now the breeze it produced was cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the mage still looked impatient, forcing himself to stare toward Ang’s direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I really want to punch him,” Lu Se muttered. He hated people who put on airs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone nodded in silent agreement; Negril even said: “Hard to punch him, but Lisha, come here—you know the Flash Spell, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisha nodded: “You mean he’ll use Eagle Eye? You want me to blind him with Flash? But timing’s hard to judge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril said confidently: “Get ready. Listen to my command: Ready... release.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage arrived late; to see clearly from his position, the easiest way was to cast Eagle Eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eagle Eye twisted and refracted the air before him, creating a zoom effect to pull distant scenery close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you cast a Flash Spell precisely at the focal point as he zoomed in, it’d be worse than blinding him up close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But timing’s tricky—too early, no focus; too late, he sees you preparing and squints, rendering it useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Negril said “release,” Lisha cast a Flash Spell—this low-level spell, she could cast easily without borrowing Ang’s power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage had just cast Eagle Eye when he was blinded—so agonized he shut his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several followers rushed to shield him and help him up, but he angrily shoved them away, then slapped one across the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The follower slapped didn’t get angry—he immediately knelt in terror, begging for forgiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage shouted an oath, stormed into the carriage, and slammed the door; as it closed, cool air leaked out—apparently, it was a cooling magic carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se frowned: “Seriously? Are mages this hard to deal with? Those swordsmen are all High-Grade—why don’t they fight back? At this range, a Grand Mage isn’t a match for a High-Grade Swordsman—he could crush him with one hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you thinking?” Lisha, still chuckling after blinding the Grand Mage, replied: “Most of these swordsmen depend on mages for survival—their whole families rely on mage salaries. Dare you kill your boss? His own comrades will be the first to hunt you down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still, this is disrespectful—even kneeling to beg forgiveness?” Lu Se couldn’t accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s normal. These emblem-wearing mages come from lineages spanning generations—perhaps these followers’ ancestors have served the mage family for centuries, treated like slaves. If your descendants behave obediently, the mage pours more resources into them, making it easier for them to become high-rank swordsmen. In such a case, would you expect your descendants to disobey?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se nodded: “I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You understand what?” Lisha was puzzled—she hadn’t even explained anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I’m going to follow someone, I’ll follow Young Master Ang—he’s too lenient, he didn’t even castrate that horse,” Lu Se declared firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, several followers from the mage’s carriage split off, scattering to find the bandit leaders and urge them to attack; the bandits reluctantly moved forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here they come, everyone ready!” Negril shouted, glancing at Ang: “Ang’s occupied—you all prepare to hold the line. If you can’t hold, drag Ang away. The rest is up to Nai’ai. You weren’t supposed to risk this—it’s all because of me. Thank you all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Negril, you’re too polite—why say that? If your beloved is in trouble, could we just sit idle? That’s too distant.” Lu Se shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why doesn’t the mage attack himself? Lisha Grandmother clearly blinded him—he shouldn’t be angry? Then summon a meteor to crush us?” Anna found something else odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lisha slapped her on the head: “Don’t call me Grandmother—call me Madam!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filin explained: “Higher-level spells require long casting and preparation. Unless they’ve surrounded us, no matter how powerful, they can’t cast them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also,” Negril added, “Nai’ai hasn’t moved yet—no one dares cast a spell that long under a dragon’s gaze.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the followers’ urging, the bandits slowly charged forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Ang kept still, everyone was ready to drag him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Ang—who had been pulling—suddenly stood straight, releasing an invisible force that spread outward—Royal Arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alongside him, five or six hundred complete skeletons in the trench rose up; the incomplete ones couldn’t stand, only crawled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two signature skills of a Royal Skeleton—Royal Arrival and Death’s Scythe—Ang had finally awakened both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The charging bandits, seeing the rising skeletons, turned pale; some turned to flee, others gritted their teeth and charged forward, slashing a skeleton’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skeleton, half its shoulder gone, rolled its eyes, then calmly drove its blade into the enemy’s belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy collapsed; the half-shouldered skeleton pulled out its weapon and dragged its damaged body forward, step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These skeletons moved slowly, with no martial skill—but they ignored all attacks. Even if an enemy chopped off their head, they’d crawl forward on their neckless body and stab the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the stabbed enemy died and became a corpse, that corpse rose from the ground too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was horrifying—killed, then turned into an undead, forced to keep fighting until cut into pieces by your own allies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy-armored shield-bearers and swordsmen suddenly moved, surging forward, climbing over the earthen wall, crashing into the trench with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skeletons in the trench grabbed them, shoved them out of the trench; once they stood firm, Ang leaped over the wall, jumped hard, and wind elements behind him propelled him over the trench, landing before the heavy-armored foes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He summoned Death’s Scythe, swung it lightly forward—five or six bandits before him were cut through, unharmed, yet collapsed instantly, life extinguished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the blade of Death’s Scythe, five or six soul flames appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang stomped the ground hard; the corpses just fallen began struggling, slowly rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril had been about to scold Ang for abandoning the position and charging head-on—dangerous without advantage—but now he stood stunned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I get why Death’s Scythe and Royal Arrival are the two signature skills of Gold Skeletons—corpses whose souls are harvested by Death’s Scythe can be instantly revived by Royal Arrival. My god, it’s the perfect complementary skill.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bandits fell into chaos—they didn’t know what to do. Some feared Ang, trying to avoid the soul-harvester; others panicked, urging comrades to surround and kill him—Ang had left the position; now was the best chance to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disadvantage of no unified command reappeared—bandits who couldn’t even agree on advance or retreat inexplicably collided with each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang ignored the chaos. He walked forward, scythe on shoulder, step by step. The heavy-armored shield-bearers and swordsmen flanked him, guarding his sides; under soul control, they moved in perfect unison, like a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the angel skeleton and little zombie were out of sync—trapped behind the “wall,” they couldn’t reach the enemy, only jumped and howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each step, Ang pressed his foot down hard; the Speed Death Aura spread outward. After a few steps, when he stepped again, the previous footprint faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ang advanced, the Speed Death Aura moved forward with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the Speed Death Aura wasn’t concentrated, its acceleration rate was low—about one year per three hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No species, no matter how short-lived, dies in a year—so its effect on enemies wasn’t obvious. But the skeletons near Ang changed drastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They visibly dehydrated, grew thin, their skin toughened; each step slowed them slightly, but their flesh hardened immensely—blades struck them with a “puff-puff-puff,” like chopping cured meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang’s scythe slashed left and right, each strike precisely harvesting a soul. He’d noticed a problem: Death’s Scythe only harvested souls when striking vital spots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the neck, heart, or forehead—if it struck limbs, it only severed them. So Ang had to kill precisely, not cripple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After advancing several hundred meters, the bandits finally organized some real force—a line of archers blocked Ang’s path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget volleys—these archers fired the moment they entered range, shooting while crowding together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some archers had strong bows, sharp arrows, and good aim—still dangerous. Ding! A finger-thick arrow shot through the eye slit of a heavy-armored helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helmet’s slit was exactly finger-width—any thicker, it wouldn’t fit; the arrowhead was diamond-shaped—horizontal, it passed; vertical, it didn’t. Yet it still pierced through, embedding in the helmet’s eye socket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the heavy armor showed no reaction—just snapped the arrow shaft and kept advancing steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang sheathed Death’s Scythe and cast Fireball Explosion, targeting the most accurate archers one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slain bandits he revived; as he advanced, the number of skeletons around him grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, someone remembered the legends: “The more you fight, the more you face—comrades become enemies, souls harvested—it’s the Undead Catastrophe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undead Catastrophe… The name spread. The bandits finally broke—turned and fled, those with horses seized them, those without threw away gear…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mage in the luxurious carriage opened his window in surprise, peering out—but was quickly swept along as he fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nai’ai could no longer hold back, furious: “Where are my knights? What are they doing? The battle’s almost over! Are they glued to their beds?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she cursed, Nai’ai spread her wings—if she didn’t act now, the enemy would all escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sha Feiya, scolded into silence, silently vowed: after this, she’d train those bastards until they begged to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tat-tat-tat, tat-tat-tat…” A series of hoofbeats rang out as a large force of camel riders converged from all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sha Feiya couldn’t help cheering: “Here they come, Boss! Here they come, Boss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleeing bandits also cheered, stopping to look toward the sky: “Winged Knights are here! Winged Knights have arrived! Don’t run! Don’t run! Regroup! Let’s turn back and fight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear dragon roar pierced the air—the long-dormant Copper Dragon surged skyward, descending like a mountain; even the wind from its wings as it landed blew the front-line bandits off their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When it landed, Nai’ai unleashed a dragon breath—those who had stopped, shouting to turn back and regroup—were completely engulfed by the rolling inferno.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sand bandits shouted again and fled once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nai Ai Li turned back and said to Ang: “Get on. The sand bandits are mine—kill those winged ones for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang immediately jumped up; the angelic skeleton and the little zombie hurriedly clung to the scales and climbed onto Nai Ai Li’s back, while Na Ge Li also rushed to mount.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nai Ai Li flapped her wings and rose into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>",2237,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b07b82a2b4cd3471ce40a9696b54faf1f29c3ffbaf6c841918689944c706674a","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-126","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-124",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]