Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 754: Chapter 432 The Power of Money_2
 

The thieves exchanged glances, and the leader of the Necromancer Group pointed out, “Goblins, women, little girls, Embryo Dragon, old man, women, only two adult men, aren’t they easy to bully?”

The so-called adult males referred to Ange and Little Zombie. Without armorizing, Little Zombie seemed to be the strongest adult male here on the surface.

Durken’s face twisted into a smile, he had apparently become an old man. Were these guys blind? He was clearly a mature and handsome middle-aged man.

If they were blind to this degree, they deserved to die.

However, Durken did not have to take action himself, a slight fluctuation arose from Silver coin, and an image that ordinary people could not see appeared.

He flicked his thumb, and a crisp clear sound of a gold coin being flicked rang out. A gold coin was flicked out from his hand, tumbling to land on the head of the leader of the thieves.

Silver coin’s voice was full of temptation, “These gold coins are yours now, whoever grabs them gets them.”

It was clearly a single gold coin, but Silver coin said ‘these’, the thieves apparently saw something else and their eyes turned red in an instant, filled with greed, desire, fierceness. Without saying a word, they drew their swords and rushed at their leader.

“Confused? Silver coin, when did you learn spirit magic?” Negris asked in shock.

Silver coin scratched his head embarrassingly, “No, I can’t use spirit magic. This is my Divine Technique — the power of money. Whoever gets the gold coin dropped on his head, will be seen as a pile of gold by the people around him. If they cut him down, a pile of gold coins will burst out.”

“Sss — that’s pretty ruthless.” Imagine suddenly spotting a pile of gold nearby that could be gotten just by chopping down the source, who wouldn’t chop off at it the first chance they got, even brothers would take up the challenge!

The only one not confused was the Necromancer himself, who screamed, “What are you guys doing? Are you trying to rebel?!”

Under his control, the Giant Axe Silver Skeleton crushed the thief in front of it with one cleave, took a step forward, and stood in front of the Necromancer. Weapons clanged against its body.

The bones of the Silver Skeleton had turned metallic, an ordinary cleave could probably only make it shed some bone residue.

Then it made a sweeping move with its giant axe and a thief in front of it was cleaved into two halves.

The sounds of clashing metal filled the air as the thieves and their leader’s skeleton went into a chaotic fight, all because of the small gold coin that Silver coin had flicked out. The power of money was indeed terrifying.

Soon, all the thieves were annihilated, and the Silver Skeleton was disassembled. Only the Leader of the Necromancer Group was left, sitting in fright on the ground, “Who… who are you people?!”

The result was not surprising. Even though Silver coin looked friendly and harmless, he was, after all, a God of Fraudsters who had even displayed his divine technique. The thieves could only be sacrificed at such a level.

“Undead God…” Durken moved closer, gave him a stare, and unleashed a Soul Impact.

The eyes of the Necromancer immediately lost their sparkle, his mouth dried up, and drool dripped down. He stammered, “He… Undead God… He… I am the Undead God…”

He’s turned into an idiot.

Once they set off again, Silver coin spoke up, “Lord, our appearance is too misleading, there’s no deterrent power, we may encounter a lot of trouble on the road.”

Negris agreed wholeheartedly, “We barely left the Desert Town and we ran into thieves. This place is even more chaotic than the Master Plane, and they are blind too, they can’t even differentiate colors.”

Ange tilted his head.

“We can make our appearance more ferocious. Roxy and Little Zombie should put on their Soul Armor, release the aura of death and create a menacing dark mist around us. That would look incredibly cool and fierce,” Silver coin suggested.

Roxy immediately armored up into her original form, she drew her Guardian Divine Sword and pointed forward, “Like this? Fresh flesh, let out moans of despair, the Undead land will stretch out under my feet!”

She had always been in her armorized form before, but now she was actually alive, and she is reluctant to cover up her fresh and delicate face even for a second.

Everyone exchanged glances, a thought surfaced in their hearts: Has this kid been brainwashed by knight novels?

Little Zombie’s armorization was straightforward: Thick. It swathed itself in layers of armor, its left shoulder plate thicker than the right. It even sprouted spikes, giving it an exceptionally ferocious appearance.

With a shield in one hand and a…hoe in the other, it looked just like a seasoned farmer.

Durken donned a top hat, a cloak, white gloves, and a half-mask. He seemed noble and mysterious.

Ange also wanted to trigger his soul armor, but was unanimously opposed by everyone. The moment his soul armor appeared, the team aesthetic would change drastically—it was too reminiscent of a farmer.

In the end, he had to retreat and search through the bag of the lunatic Necromancer to find a clean cloak to wear, posing as a Necromancer.

A team like this should clearly be off the charts in battle prowess. Surely there would be no one so foolish as to provoke them, right?

As they progressed, their journey indeed became a lot smoother. Occasionally, they could still sense someone spying on them from the wilderness around, but none dared to show themselves anymore.

With this rare bit of spare time, Negris quickly taught Ange some necromantic spells to perfect his Necromancer impersonation.

“Necromancers commonly use the Death Summoning Technique, summoning corpses from the ground and washing everything away like a flood.” Negris had barely finished talking when corpses of all sorts began eagerly crawling out from the roadside.

“Hold on, hold on. You have the King’s Arrival, you don’t need to learn large-scale summoning, stick to individual summoning.” Negris hurriedly called it off, lest they ended up with a bunch of Skeleton Zombies in their ranks.

Ange stretched out his index finger and, with each swaying motion towards the corpses on the ground, one corpse would stand up. This happened again and again.

“Hold on, hold on… You don’t need to learn individual summoning either. Just learn the Wraith Spirit Delay Technique. Use a wraith to slow down the enemy’s movement speed. Otherwise, if the enemy’s speed is too fast, it’s harder to lock your focus…” Just as he was speaking, Negris saw a group of Wraiths lunging forward.

“Fear Technique, Arrow of Breath of Death, Breath of Death Shockwave, Flesh Wither…forget it, just do what you want. But try to contain yourself, there’s no need to scare everyone.”

There wasn’t much to teach. Ange, being the Undead God, was the gold standard of a Necromancer simply by making a move. Other Necromancers weren’t even as legitimate as him.

They smoothly arrived in Northern Wind City. However, Negris found the situation very chaotic, and the gates were unimpeded with civilians freely entering and exiting.

Even in Desert Town, Ashbone Skeletons served as guards at the entrance. But this large main city was completely unguarded.

Not far from the city gate, there were rows of quiet and desolate graves. Only near the edges, a few Skeleton Guards poked their heads out of some graves, staring aimlessly at the city gate.

After observing for a while, Durken said, “It seems like these skeletons have lost their commands. The lord probably isn’t issuing orders, so they have no idea what to do.”

“Where’s the lord?” Negris asked.

“He’s probably dead,” Durken shrugged.

Negris was taken aback. “When the lord dies, don’t the Undead linked by soul die as well? Did they all have their soul contracts rescinded in advance?”

“No,” Durken shook his head. “The regional defense of the Undead Empire has always been independent. They would not have a soul link with the lord. Otherwise, when every lord is transferred elsewhere, would all his subjects follow him? There’s no way.”

“Each lord has some direct subordinates, but these seem to be City Defense Guards. Without orders, they will just stay in their tombs,” Durken explained.

“No wonder it’s so chaotic. How many Skeleton Guards are there?” Negris asked.

Ange glanced over and responded, “Five hundred thousand.”

“Only the Undead Empire, with its guards that neither eat nor drink, could afford to maintain hundreds of thousands of city defenders. For a human city, even five or six thousand would be an achievement.” After reflecting for a moment, Negris urged everyone, “Let’s go, into the city.”

As they moved towards the city gate, Ange’s gaze fell on the Ashbone Skeletons poking their heads out of the graves at the edge.

Perhaps noticing Ange’s gaze, the Ashbone Skeletons quickly climbed out of their graves, standing straight and rigid in the same manner as the skeleton guards they’d seen outside Desert Town.