Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 757 - 434: Not Worrying About Selling the Vegetables Grown_1

Chapter 757: Chapter 434: Not Worrying About Selling the Vegetables Grown_1

Negris was rather baffled upon hearing about the Undead Sacrifice, for he couldn’t connect the death of a living person from exhaustion to it.

The Undead Sacrifice doesn’t involve living people, it’s about sacrificing souls.

The Undead Sacrifice is a method for the living to transform into undead creatures. By sacrificing their own souls, they can retain their memories from when they were alive, just like Lisa, who became a witch through the Undead Sacrifice.

This is no profound secret technique, it just has a low success rate. Many people have been reborn that way, but they were unable to retain their memories or, in worse cases, their intelligence ended up reduced after their transformation.

But, anyway, the Undead Sacrifice doesn’t require killing a living person. What is this cloud of smoke talking about?

“A Necromancer?” Negris asked, puzzled.

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“Huh? A dragon? So tiny? Is it stunted? Are you the one who ruined my Undead Sacrifice? I thought it was one of those blind colleagues of mine.” The smoke seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but then menacingly responded:

“Even better, a dragon. Its flesh and soul are stronger than humans. I’ll use your flesh to make my sacrifice to the Undead God.”

In response to it, Ange was stunned as a Soul Flame drifted from the smoke towards him.

Is this really a follower of the Undead God?

Ange swept away the Soul Flame with a flick of his hand. He wouldn’t accept it. What would be of equal value in return? Killing the human girl he had just saved?

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The smoke appeared puzzled, murmuring, “Eh, what’s going on? The Undead God rejected my offering? How could that be? It must be a misperception. Nothing happened before, it’s just a misperception.”

After reassuring itself, the smoke ‘screamed’ at Negris—Soul Impact.

When it finished screaming, Negris pretended to clean his ears and asked, “All done? Didn’t you have breakfast? Your voice is so soft.”

“You’re okay? Oh, right, dragons have high magic resistance. Well then, feel the gnawing of the abyss!” With the smoke’s outcry, numerous visible wraiths gushed out from it, clinging onto Negris and biting frantically.

Negris sighed, “Is that all? I thought I’d encounter some master of necromantic magic. Are you an apprentice?”

He took out a bunch of Cemetery Grass, waved it right and left, scaring those wraiths, who ran screaming back into the cloud of smoke, even faster than they had come out.

“You…” The smoke started realizing that something was wrong.

It had originally assumed that some reckless magic apprentice, in a burst of overly zeal, had come to ruin his curse.

Only those freshmen magic apprentices would be so filled with a sense of justice that they’d mess things up. Anyone else at the first sight of the curse would know what’s up.

So, it wanted to give them a bit of shock. Maybe they could exchange some magic cards, perhaps it knew their teacher. But to its surprise, it was a stunted dragon.

After two magic attempts, both were ignored by its opponent. What was going on?

Truthfully, the Necromancer’s reactions so far had been fine. Soul Scream to scare off the opponent, Wraith Gnaw to bite them off, and they were aimed at instant eviction. It was still preparing for the Undead Sacrifice. How would it have time to play around?

Unexpectedly, the Bronze Dragon hadn’t shown any reaction. Could it be due to the dragon’s high magic resistance?

It looked like it wouldn’t be easy to scare off its opponent. It had to reveal its true form for a formal Necromancer showdown.

The smoke glared at the Bronze Dragon and tried to shrink back to its mouse hole. But once it moved, it found itself frozen in place.

Negris sneered, “If you were a bit more powerful, we might have been in the mood to play along. But you’re so weak, it’s not even fun.”

Negris had wanted to see a Necromancer of this world and compare it with those from the Master Plane.

But seeing its two sloppy spells, like a street performer’s acrobatics, was a waste of time.

Ange reached out towards the smoke, sucking it into his palm and condensed it into a Soul Fire.

So, that’s why it was weak. Ange was only projecting his image over here. The soul of this body was only at the level of the Soul Heart, but this Necromancer had no power to fight back against him.

The Necromancer was equally stunned. What just happened? Its consciousness was attached to the Mist of Breath of Death. It made sense for its mist to be dispersed, but why was its consciousness stripped away as well?

It was as if it touched a tree, and the tree got chopped down, and then its head fell off. Is it something an ordinary person can do?

Even now, this Necromancer still thought it had encountered a ‘normal’ Necromancer.

Ange, clutching the Necromancer’s consciousness, left the house and followed his sense to reach a high wall quickly.

Such a tall wall denotes a noble’s estate. It was just a wall away from John’s slum, no wonder he could follow the Mist of Breath of Death to cast a curse.

Ange clutched the wall and peeped inside.

Little Angel, Little Zombie, and Negris each clung onto the wall and peered in. Soon, a line of heads popped up along the wall.

“Who…” It truly was a noble’s estate and heavily guarded. Ange and his group were discovered quickly. One of the guards was about to shout when a Gold-touch Stick knocked him on the head.