[{"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-72":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},2351553,4600,"Chapter 72: The Best Fertilizer","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-72",72,"\u003Cp>The black knight spewed sacred light from all seven orifices, his body erupting with countless beams of light, making him appear riddled with holes, causing him to scream in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Divine Word, a divine art that ignores defense—why can a skeleton use Divine Word?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s over, divine arts deal extra damage to undead, I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead… wait? Why doesn’t it hurt?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted himself up and down—huh, no damage? No, wait, die already? I’m undead, I’m already dead…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrified black knight realized that, aside from his senses being blinded by holy light, he suffered no injury. But before he could recover his perception, a great scythe slashed across his body, yanking out a soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, the second black knight clashed with the angelic skeleton; his martial skills were superb, his strikes—thrust, flick, slash, chop—flowed seamlessly like mercury spilling to the ground, relentless and continuous. If he landed a hit, he could reduce the angelic skeleton to a bare bone frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every time he was about to strike the angelic skeleton, a long-necked head suddenly stretched out, blocking his shadow blade with its thick helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to see Negril’s expression—helpless yet intensely focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What could he do? Ang had ordered him to be a shield. Could he just quit? If the angelic skeleton got reduced to bones, the little zombie would crush him later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, it was most logical for him to serve as the shield: Huang Tong’s hide was thick and tough, high magic resistance, high physical defense, and as an undead, he felt no pain or fear of death. With soul-link, even if his body was destroyed, Ang could simply repair it—no problem, just grow another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He secretly pried off a scale and hid it, in case his body was ever destroyed—he’d need something to regenerate from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He modified his heavy armor into a helmet and breastplate, reinforcing these two areas—even without reinforcement, his scales were already extremely durable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Clang!* The shadow blade struck Negril’s head and bounced off the helmet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angelic skeleton’s fist followed close behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black knight bent his elbow and shoved, using the force to step half a body’s length back, then slashed down again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Clang!* Negril’s head stretched out again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Tong’s neck was long, swaying flexibly and steadily—better than a chicken’s anti-shake performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Negril’s focused cooperation, the angelic skeleton gained an extra automatic arm, deflecting lethal blows so it could focus solely on hammering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One blade blocked three “hands”—for a moment, the battle was evenly matched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black knight wasn’t overly concerned; this trick might win him a temporary advantage, but not forever. Once he found an opening, he could strike straight down the center—left and right, up and down, slicing horizontally and vertically—to kill in one blow. Or wait for his companion to finish the other skeleton and come back to help…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die!” The roar startled him—he turned to see his companion spewing light from all seven orifices, patting his body in confusion, then having his soul yanked out by the scythe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black knight—no, a black knight—had lost a one-on-one duel to a gray-bone skeleton?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True, this gray-bone skeleton somehow wielded the Death Scythe, the one thing undead feared most—but it was still just a gray-bone skeleton!! Oh, and it used Divine Word too, rode a horse, and… damn it, is this even a skeleton?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it wasn’t his companion coming to rescue him—it was the skeleton finishing his companion and returning to overwhelm him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Ang turn toward him and raise the Death Scythe, the black knight gritted his teeth, jammed his blade into the ground, and heaved upward, kicking up a cloud of dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft! Throwing sand? You’re ashamed of yourself? You’re a black knight, for heaven’s sake!” Negril couldn’t help but burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throwing sand, stomping toes, gouging eyes, groin-punching—these were infamous nomad martial techniques. Any swordsman with even a shred of pride wouldn’t use them, let alone a black knight—it was a disgrace to the order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next three moves were useless against undead, but throwing sand still worked: the dense shards and dust obscured vision and blocked soul perception. When the dust settled, the black knight was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But such tricks fooled the angelic skeleton, not Ang. From within the dust, Ang sensed a dark shadow burrowing into the earth—he pointed his scythe at the very pit the black knight had dug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angelic skeleton spread its wings and soared into the sky, hovering directly above the pit, its wings glowing brighter and brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After replacing its wings with those of a six-winged archangel, the angelic skeleton gained two new traits: first, the holy light gauntlets extended to the wrists, fully protecting the forearms; second, it could now store holy energy in advance, no longer needing Ang to channel it mid-battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black knight, desperately burrowing underground, suddenly felt a chill in his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The new wings were a full circle larger than before, triple-folded—when closed, they looked no different, but when opened… no wonder murals exaggerated six-winged archangels into moths; the wings were simply enormous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the peak of their glow, the angelic skeleton pushed both hands into the ground—a beam of light pierced downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Plop!* Like a stone dropped into a lake, a ring rippled outward, then settled into stillness—only a central pit remained, melted into liquid, rapidly cooling into a thin, glassy arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angelic skeleton dissolved completely into ash, wings included, losing support and tumbling down—*thud*—its left leg bone snapped off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t care, picked up the leg bone, snapped it back on, dashed over to Ang on all fours, and raised both hands high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril sighed: “Battle birds are battle birds—same old habits. He dug underground, we just dig after him. Why use a big move? Only Ang recovers fast—if not, seven thousand Purification spells would take a hundred priests seven days to restore. Who could afford you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril picked up the holy relic and tossed it into the Palace of Rest, led Lightning over, the angelic skeleton mounted first, the little zombie second, Ang third, Huang Tong squeezed in behind, and Lightning carried them all away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The order was set because the angelic skeleton’s wings kept getting stuck in Ang’s ribs—so the little zombie served as a spacer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long after Ang’s group had vanished, a wisp of smoke slowly rose from the ground, wavering, unable to reform for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The severely wounded black knight struggled to reach into his chest, pulling out a scroll. One hand couldn’t tear it, so he finally laid it on the ground and stepped on it to rip it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teleportation light flashed violently, then collapsed inward—along with the black knight’s mangled body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why were there black knights?” Negril muttered from the back, his eyes flicking toward Ang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Black knights are artificial undead—they require a Rebirth Altar to be reborn. Where did they come from?” His eyes kept glancing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I remember the Demon Valley wasn’t always called that—it was once the River of the Dead, because it had a Rebirth Altar that turned corpses into black knights and other undead. Now why are demons occupying it? Judging by the direction the bones were kneeling, they likely came from the Demon Valley.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s also a lava river there, bubbling away—so pretty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Negril rattled on for a long time, but no one responded—only Lightning, feeling sorry for him, grunted a few half-hearted replies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sighing, Negril resorted to his ultimate tactic: “Volcanic ash is the best fertilizer.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1255,"2026-06-21T03:18:43.177Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6b6f815bc4ddcda54d2b9b93a12b7e100938688786ee1234978ab218059966de","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-73","the-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-chapter-71",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-vegetable-growing-skeleton-s-foreign-land-re-cover.jpg"]