[{"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-192":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},2351673,4600,"Chapter 192: Corrupted a God","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-192",192,"\u003Cp>Black sacred flame surged into his body, spreading slowly from beneath his armpits like ink diffusing in water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of Scales felt his body burning, a sensation he was not unfamiliar with—but now the flame burning him was dim, sacred flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of Scales shook his head again, forcing his mind clear; his gaze swept over Ang, the believers and guardian gods around him, the Wind of Rest above, and finally settled on the black sacred flame coating his own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What have you done to me?” the God of Scales said, swinging his arm sideways to strike behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand reached out, gripping his wrist and pinning him firmly in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?” The God of Scales blinked, his eyes wide with disbelief—someone had seized his divine arm? Who?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared harder: a skeleton? Are you serious?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strained his divine arm, but could not break free; his other hand instinctively clenched into a fist and swung forward—but as soon as he raised it, a steel fist the size of a head shot out, clamping down and crushing his entire forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head—and saw a steel giant?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you? Where is this place?” The God of Scales was bewildered and confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was dazed—hadn’t he been struck by Stone Light? Why was he here? Where was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This circular basin, the towering teleportation tower, the steel giants—it all looked eerily like the World Transit Station of the Undead Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black sacred flame spread in concentric rings across his body; still dazed, the God of Scales instinctively struggled again, stomping his foot hard—a ring of light erupted from the point of impact and spread outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ring struck Ang, struck Patsy, struck…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH! A massive foot stomped on his toes, crushing the ring mid-expansion. At the same time, a massive fist slammed into his eye socket, forcing him to stagger backward as a black eye began swelling instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hand of Luo—hands capable of tearing apart divine bodies—landing a black eye on you? So what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of Scales was stunned, perhaps never in his life having been grabbed by both hands and punched in the face—he screamed in rage: “What have you done to me?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blazing sacred flame burst from his body, his eyes blazed with radiant holy light, and a luminous phantom slowly emerged from him—the true form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His human appearance was merely an external facade, crafted to satisfy the imaginations of his believers; the true God of Scales was not like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD! A massive hand etched with demonic runes slammed onto the phantom, unleashing violent energy shockwaves—the phantom recoiled inward, nearly collapsing back into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A guardian god, nearly identical to Patsy in its round body but with two spring-like, elongated legs, launched itself upward, landing above the God of Scales and bringing down a palm strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wretched mortals who dare defy the Divine! You shall bear my wrath!” A furious voice roared as if erupting from the God of Scales’ own throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The long-legged guardian god struck again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The wrath of the gods shall burn your flesh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames erupted across the guardian god’s steel shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“SMACK!” The guardian god ignored the flames and slammed another palm onto the luminous phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shall cast you into the abyss of torment…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reaction—another slap: “SMACK!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And condemn you to eternal, despairing wailing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“SMACK!” Again the hand struck; with every word the God of Scales spoke, the guardian god’s palm came down, forcing his true form back into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Twelve Guardian Gods, who guard the World Transit Station, each possess unique abilities—but one ability they all share: they ignore most flashy, intangible attacks—holy words, reflection, burning, shockwaves, and the like. They are tough as nails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To shatter them, you must strike flesh with flesh, fight them with raw, brutal force—don’t waste time with flashy skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even then, shattering them is no easy task—steel shells and demonic runes make them nearly impervious even when standing still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang and Patsy held his arms, a long-legged guardian god was slapping him, and ten other guardians watched menacingly—but none of these were the fatal blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deadliest attack came from Shamarah: her hands pressed against the God of Scales’ back, pouring black sacred flame into him, staining him—slowly, the light within him lost its purity, white radiance now streaked with threads of black flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horror of corruption lies not in its strength, but in its taint—a whole vat of water can be ruined by a few drops of ink; once tainted by corruption, is the light still holy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The God of Scales felt his power draining rapidly—he realized too late that something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I can’t sense the holy light anymore?” The God of Scales murmured in disbelief, his true form retreating back into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when manifesting his true form, he could not break free of Ang and Patsy’s grip—now, even less so. He was held fast, like a peasant dragged by a minotaur aunt at the market’s entrance, unable to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What have you done to me…” The same question, spoken again—but now the tone was utterly different, thick with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing,” Shamarah said softly, “just making you like me.” Her voice trembled slightly, a tremor she did not notice—she, had corrupted a primary god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the God of Scales not just awakened, had Ang and the others not restrained him, had corruption not precisely countered his divine power—this contamination could never have succeeded. All of it—too perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“C…corruption? You contaminated me? Are you allied with that rebel Luna?” The God of Scales finally recognized the black sacred flame—his voice shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rebel Luna? Fallen angel? Who was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean her?” Ang pointed to a nearby statue—a petrified angelic figure holding an unknown weapon, now placed alone in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this angel also a fallen angel, like Shamarah?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he could not escape, the God of Scales gave up struggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamarah, excited and elated, began greedily draining the God of Scales’ holy power, replacing it with corruption—draining relentlessly until she could hold no more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bind him, bind him! Is there anything that can bind him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The gods of light—would ropes even hold him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about a holy shroud?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re an idiot—the holy shroud might be defined by him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let us handle it,” Patsy said, pointing to one of the guardian gods—a round body like the others, but its torso could open, revealing a hollow cavity; when the lid was lifted, a person could be stuffed inside, with only the face exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Coffin of the Undead,” Patsy explained, “the King built it to imprison the gods of light.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The title “King” had not been heard in ages—it referred, in the Undead Empire’s hierarchy, to the one supreme being: the Undead Monarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They locked the God of Scales inside. Negril flew over, rubbing his hands: “Perfect! Now we can interrogate him properly—find out what happened.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was desperate to know what had become of the Monarch and the gods; now that they’d captured a god of light, they could not wait to question him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Negril could begin, a series of sharp cracking sounds echoed—they turned—and saw the petrified angel statue’s surface cracking in chunks, as if something inside was breaking free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril instantly realized: “No! Without the God of Scales’ power, the Equal Sacred Frame has failed—the six-winged archangel is awakening!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1236,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","293ef619259de30548006003c20f4f22667c8eb4e57005533f16e1b82d99b454","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-193","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-191",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]