Chapter 17: The Zealot

The one howling was naturally the little zombie. After it knocked the skeleton apart and landed, it wanted to charge at the other skeletons behind, but hearing Ang let out an 'Awoo', it retreated, feeling unwilling.

Ang looked at it with some surprise. He had never known that the little zombie could run so fast—much faster than an ordinary zombie, faster than a skeleton, and significantly faster than a human's hundred-meter sprint.

Ang understood why it could harass the grey-bone skeleton and take out so many of its subordinates while remaining unscathed. With this kind of speed, nothing on the wasteland could catch it.

The skeleton that had been knocked apart was left with only one arm. It looked at Ang in terror, retreating while picking up its scattered pieces. First, it grabbed the other arm, using both hands to prop itself up, then a leg, then the other. After piecing its legs together, it stood up impatiently and ran away at full speed.

As for its companion, it had already run away quite unloyally after Ang let out that 'Awoo'.

"Saved." The boy let out a sigh of relief. With his strength spent, he could no longer hold his sister, and the two of them tumbled onto the ground together.

The little girl might have been hurt from the fall; she began to cry weakly. The boy anxiously crawled on his knees for two steps, helped his sister up, and looked left and right.

His gaze first fell on Ang, then on the little zombie, and finally on the silver skeleton. Feeling that none of them were reliable, he gritted his teeth, forced himself to stand, picked up his sister, and came before the altar, kowtowing desperately.

With his kowtowing, wisps of soul flame poured into the Undead Fire as if they were free.

Ang watched him blankly until Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si couldn't watch anymore and said, "Save them! Why are you just standing there? This is a zealot; you can't let him be disappointed. Otherwise, all his fanatical faith will turn into resentment against his belief. That is how the Fallen come to be."

Ang tilted his head. "How to save?" He was just a vegetable-farming skeleton. He had almost choked someone to death just by feeding them a few bites of food. The little girl was clearly not hungry, and he didn't know how to save her.

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si sighed. "It's my bad luck to have run into you."

Since meeting Ang, Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si had already broken too many rules. This was certainly partly due to his own self-abandonment after being sealed, but more importantly, Ang was too infuriating. He always walked in the exact opposite direction of what you expected. If you didn't intervene, he really could let things slide toward the direction you least wanted.

A zealot—how come he couldn't run into one himself? What a lucky bastard. Forget it, no point dwelling on this. Anyway, he was already sealed and no longer needed rules to constrain himself; let it disappear.

"It's just a demonic dysentery, causing the infected to vomit and have diarrhea until they die of dehydration. It's easy to treat. You know the master of this place, right? Find him and borrow a mage. Doesn't need to be high-level, just not an apprentice," Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si said.

"Magic? I can," Ang said.

"You can? A skeleton like you can use magic? Stop joking, hurry up and find someone," Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si scoffed. A skeleton using magic? With their weak mental power and linear thinking? They couldn't even draw a single magic circuit.

"I know four spells: Rain, Burn Field, Pollinate, and Loosen Soil." As Ang spoke, he cast 'Rain'. He opened his palm, and in the small area his palm faced, elements gathered. Soon, they turned into raindrops, drizzling onto the ground as if a light rain had fallen.

"What kind of ghost magic is this? Why is it all related to farming? Don't tell me you created these yourself?" Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si, a dignified God of Knowledge, was actually stumped by these few spells. He had never heard of them. Was there magic in the world he hadn't heard of?

Ang nodded. They were indeed self-created. As a vegetable-farming skeleton, watering was a daily task. Previously, he had to go to the well to fetch water to water the fields.

It wasn't until the fifth year after the Undead soul disappeared that the well near the farm dried up.

Watching the crops wither day by day, Ang was very anxious and tried hard to find a way. You must know, the Ang of over a thousand years ago had a much smaller brain capacity than now. He had thought about it in his little head for several months without coming up with anything, watching the crops wither to death.

Thinking and thinking and thinking—wasn't this just meditation? So, by the second year, he could feel the aura of water in the air, and he thought of pouring the 'water' from the air onto the ground.

At the beginning, he could only condense enough water to water three or five crops, so that year, his harvest was three jin of grain. The second year, his mental power grew significantly, and he could condense enough water to water a ridge of soil. That year, he harvested twenty jin of grain.

Just like that, the third year, the fourth year, the fifth year, until the three hundred and twentieth year, he could finally cast the 'Rain' spell continuously for a day, watering the entire farm.

With the experience of creating the 'Rain' spell, Ang also created the 'Loosen Soil' spell, making the cultivation of farmland easier, and the 'Pollinate' spell. In a farm with very few insects, without artificial pollination, many plants could not bloom.

And the 'Burn Field' spell was for fertilizing the fields.

Speaking of fertilizing, Ang also discovered that where skeletons died, weeds grew more lushly than elsewhere. So Ang tried throwing broken bones into the fields. Sure enough, fields with bones were more fertile than those without, and grinding them into powder had an even better effect.

There was no place where bones were denser than the Palace of Breath. Everywhere was full of decaying bones. Picking up a small portion was enough for Ang to use for a long time.

This was why Ang could use magic.

"You really can use magic, but your mana is too small, probably only at the level of a first-rank mage. But why can you cast magic continuously? With such a tiny bit of mana, one spell should exhaust it. Try again." Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si was completely baffled.

Ang cast a 'Rain' spell according to Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si's request. After the raindrops drizzled onto the ground, Ang cast another 'Rain' spell. Just like that, as soon as the previous spell disappeared, the next one was cast.

As a result, from the effect, Ang's hand looked like a sprinkler, watering the ground without stopping.

"The only explanation is that you possess infinite mental power, leading to an ultra-fast mana recovery speed." Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si thought of a possibility. The size of mana could be sensed, but mental power could not, unless it made a person look very energetic. But how could you tell if a skeleton was 'very energetic'?

"Since you can use magic, then let's do this. Find a cup of water. This is a Purification spell, a very simple first-rank Holy Light spell. Purified water is Holy Water, specifically for driving away dysentery." As he spoke, Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si used...

After finishing, Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si laughed as if he had thought of something fun. "Hehe, if those guys from the Church of Light knew that a skeleton had learned their Purification spell, I wonder what kind of expression they would have?" ===== CHAPTER 18 =====