[{"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-221":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},2351702,4600,"Chapter 221: The Undead Are Coming to Storm the City","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-221",221,"\u003Cp>A column of light erupted from the pit and struck Dresc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the last moment, Dresc curled his wings inward, wrapping them around his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happens when the holy radiance of a four-winged angel strikes a monk possessed by a four-winged angel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result is now clear: Dresc’s two pairs of wings—the luminous wings vanished entirely, the true wings shattered into fragments, his holy armor was torn and ruined—but his body remained intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is already impressive; among those injured by the little angel’s holy radiance, he suffered the least damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dresc lowered his hands from before his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and smashed a necklace chain on his chest with one palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ring of white light rippled outward; Dresc’s wounds, the gaps in his wings, the cracks in his holy armor—all rapidly healed and repaired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Dresc looked down and saw the little angel staring at him with wide eyes, puzzled—as if wondering why, after unleashing its ultimate technique, this thing was still standing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang grabbed the little angel and stepped into its place, looking upward; a scythe of death slowly emerged from his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why is there a golden skeleton here? Why is a four-winged angel mingling with it? Why is there a pit here? Those negligent fools deserve the pyre!” Dresc growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who could have imagined that within the safe zone surrounded by the Defense Tower and the Soul Tower, a deceptive pit would suddenly appear? He certainly didn’t think someone had secretly dug it—he assumed the staff here had been negligent, unaware that a tunnel had been carved beneath them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spent his entire life in rigorous cultivation, despising nothing more than those who slacked off, cheated, and were lazy and incompetent. Once this matter was settled, the golden skeleton dismantled and the four-winged angel captured, he would punish these people severely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he thought this, Dresc suddenly saw the head of a bronze dragon pup emerge beside the skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dresc’s spirit trembled violently; the combination of an angel and a stunted dragon pup brought one word to mind—assassin, the assassin team of Nicolas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If these really were those assassins, then it meant that besides the angel and the bronze dragon pup, there would also be a unicorn, a steel construct…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one most terrifying of all—a guiltless one, immune to holy words, who had marched along the path of obsession and slain Nicolas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Names carry weight; realizing the opponent might be Nicolas’s assassin team, Dresc grew cautious, shouting without turning: “Soul Tower, prepare…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he shouted than he heard a distinct “gurgle-gurgle,” followed by a chorus of startled cries nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, Dresc remembered: he had stood at the core of the seal, stomped his foot, and the ground collapsed—had the seal’s core collapsed too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the seal’s core collapsed, was the seal now broken? Had the extradimensional beast been set free?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dresc stiffened his neck and slowly turned his head—and there, grinning at him with an open mouth, was a giant fuzzy ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—” Dresc barely opened his mouth when a giant furry paw shot out from the ball, like a flyswatter, and *smack*—slapped Dresc to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ang cautiously poked his head out of the pit, he saw only a giant fuzzy ball angrily pawing at a limp body, its wings broken into several pieces, its bones likely shattered—but the man was still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aow!” Ang barked at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant fuzzy ball turned its head, then pointed a reluctant paw at Dresc: “Aowu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aow!” Ang pointed his large hand at the Soul Tower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the giant fuzzy ball understand; it shoved Dresc toward the pit’s mouth and launched itself forward in a full-body pounce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang was startled, instantly shrinking back inside—how could he survive being crushed by such a massive beast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang retreated into the pit; Dresc slid in after him. The giant fuzzy ball rapidly shrank—from a forty-to-fifty-meter-wide ball into a half-meter-long, round-faced, big-headed, fat cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just before it fell into the pit, a bolt of black lightning struck it—the Soul Tower, execution!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cat let out a piercing scream, its body slamming into the pit wall, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing again—like a ball, rebounding downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aowu! Aow! Aow! Aowowow… smack…” The half-shaped cat lay sprawled on the ground, unable to rise for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serina struggled to lift it and realized its eyes were spinning, dazed and disoriented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Run, run fast—where to?” Nagris shouted, finally turning to Shamara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Shamara’s precognitive ability, they could run into the underground mines without fear of getting lost or being trapped in dead ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara quickly led the way, vanishing in a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they hadn’t run, the enemy wouldn’t catch up anytime soon—after all, a monk possessed by a four-winged angel had been captured by Ang and his group; without summoning forces stronger than a four-winged angel, the Church wouldn’t dare pursue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After running an unknown distance, the cat in Serina’s arms finally stirred, lifting its head weakly and letting out a faint “aowu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagris immediately cried: “Wait! The enemy won’t catch up for now—let’s check on the extradimensional beast. It seems off—could it have been killed by the Soul Tower? Don’t die yet, you haven’t paid yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aowu~” The cat let out a weak cry, then rubbed its fuzzy head against the soft, curved hollow behind Serina’s chest and went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does that mean?” Nagris didn’t understand its language.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ang suddenly said: “It. Soul. Injured.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Soul injury is serious—what do we do now? Wake up, wake up—how many is this?” Nagris shook the cat hard, extending two claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aow. Aow.” The cat cried twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two cries mean two? Trouble—you can’t even count anymore, you’ve turned into an idiot.” Nagris sighed in relief, teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se asked, confused: “Uh, my lord, that’s not right—you’re showing two, aren’t you?” He flexed his own two fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagris glared at him, then extended his own paw, flexing each claw one by one—including the curled ones: “One, two, three, four—that’s four, understand? You think curled claws don’t count?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se immediately realized he’d been tricked, shooting Nagris a resentful look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After inspection, the cat’s mind was still clear—just dizzy and disoriented, like suffering from Ménière’s syndrome, unable to stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s already impressive—surviving a direct hit from the Soul Tower? Only it could endure that; ordinary creatures would have had their souls scattered instantly. The Soul Tower inflicts massive damage on undead, and significant damage on living beings too—it’s already lucky.” Nagris said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serina, who had been worried, finally relaxed and hugged the cat tighter, nearly suffocating it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After checking the cat’s condition, Nagris turned his attention to Dresc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monk had been dragged and bashed all the way by the little zombie, leaving him covered in bruises; after being pawed by the giant cat, his entire body was fractured, limp as a torn sack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he was still alive, staring coldly at everyone with wide eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This guy is also strange—turn him over.” When they turned him over, Nagris pried open his wing roots and frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clear sutures were visible on the wing roots; when he probed with his mind, he saw old bone overgrowth on the wing bones and shoulder blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When bones fracture and heal, they grow extra tissue along the break to reinforce them. This condition showed that the shoulder blades and wings hadn’t originally been connected—they’d been shattered, reassembled, and fused together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such an incredible fusion method was beyond ordinary people—but remembering Ang’s Essence Fluid Skin-Clearing Technique, it didn’t seem impossible. This monk must have used a similar method to gain true angelic wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I knew it—how could a human possibly have true angelic wings? He must’ve stitched them together.” Nagris realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can do that? So he’s a patchwork monster? That’s undead technique!” Shamara exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ignorant,” Dresc, who had remained silent and limp all this time, suddenly spoke: “This is the great work of Dai Sen. Don’t compare it to filthy undead. It restored to us, the wingless mortals, the ability to fly in Heaven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dai Sen did this? How dare he sew sacred angelic wings onto filthy human flesh? This is sacrilege! Damn it, I’ll burn him alive!” Shamara erupted in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bold! How dare you speak Dai Sen’s name? Heretical scum—you will be burned to ash upon the Holy Flame!” Dresc roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serina cursed: “You’re the one who deserves burning! You captured my kitty—so cute, so pitiful, even insects aren’t killed by us—and you captured it, shocked and tortured it—you have no humanity, you’re not even human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagris and Lu Se awkwardly looked away—if Serina had seen the extradimensional beast collecting “payment” by slapping people into another dimension, she’d never say that—your cat is terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh. The Holy Spirit is immortal, the Holy Body indestructible. I’m merely curious who you are. If I’m right, you’re the assassins who killed Lord Nicolas—where’s the unicorn? Where’s the steel construct? Where’s the guiltless one?” Dresc asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nagris froze: “You mean… you’re immortal? You can escape?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dresc snapped: “Answer my question first—where’s the guiltless one? Where’s the unicorn and the steel construct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned their gaze to Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dresc frowned: “Are you the unicorn?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft!” Everyone spat out laughter—how could this skeleton be associated with a unicorn?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The guiltless one is a skeleton? A filthy, evil skeleton? Impossible!” Dresc shouted in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s so strange? Just now there was a child-snatcher who was guiltless—he couldn’t trigger the Original Sin Shackles. This thing isn’t always accurate,” Nagris said dismissively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se asked: “Could it be because my lord doesn’t consider that a sin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… possible. But then it’s too arbitrary—he decides who’s guilty, and they’re guilty?” Nagris found this unlikely, then guessed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Another possibility: the children weren’t kidnapped—they were bought. If their own parents sold them, the sin isn’t on the kidnapper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serina sighed suddenly: “Maybe that’s not a sin. Selling the child might let it survive; staying with the parents might mean death. Our world is just too poor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dresc was utterly confused—hearing them, this skeleton could judge others’ guilt?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bizarre. Forget it. Dresc threw down a threat: “You heretics, I will record your names in the Heretic Registry and use all my power to purify you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, tiny sparks of light ignited across Dresc’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a hand suddenly pressed onto his shoulder—a force surged in, and Dresc immediately felt his light corrupted; the glowing points were no longer white, but black flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head—and saw Shamara’s hand on his shoulder. Dresc gasped, panic finally flashing across his face: “Corruption? Pollution! You’re the fallen angel, Shamara!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shamara nodded: “I hope you don’t get burned when you return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! No! Take your hand off! Remove the corruption! I don’t want your power! I don’t!” Dresc screamed in terror, his cold composure shattered completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late—Shamara didn’t stop. Power flowed endlessly until he vanished entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope he doesn’t get burned when he returns.” Everyone laughed with malicious glee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying the cat, the group followed Shamara through the tunnels, wandering aimlessly—until they suddenly felt a draft ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Air! There might be an exit!” they exclaimed excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Se said: “We should’ve brought Fileric—he’s the best at tracking with rats.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group followed the draft forward, soon emerging from the tunnel into a pitch-black night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No stars hung above, but ribbons of seven-colored light drifted down slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!? The Eternal Night has arrived?” Serina exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eternal Night was due soon—likely within these days—but no one knew the exact date. It arrived suddenly, sometimes at night, sometimes in daylight, its only sign being those drifting ribbons of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eternal Night has come. The undead are about to attack the city.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1961,"2026-06-21T03:18:45.378Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8730db98cde0d8f7cd502721895e91893cb996628b3db07940cd0349ca0d4a6b","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-222","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-220",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]