Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1165

Chapter 1165: Chapter 729: The True Undead Calamity Chapter 1165: Chapter 729: The True Undead Calamity Almost everyone had never experienced a real Undead Calamity, and Negris was no exception. Its understanding of the Undead Calamity was probably just what it was like when Harvey conquered Holy Wall City in the Land of Fallen.

Even in the Star Burst Plane, the Undead Calamity launched by the Monarch was nothing special, because as long as one did not resist, the Undead would not attack the living.

However, that wasn't a true Undead Calamity.

Harvey's was merely the advent of a monarch, it was just that instead of corpses, he manipulated Skeleton Zombies with souls, which was essentially still the monarch's advent.

As for the Undead Calamity initiated by the Monarch, the goal was not to destroy but to conquer, which greatly preserved life, and so it seemed to lack destructive power.

But a real Undead Calamity was not like that. When the cadaverous Undead surged forth, everything would be eroded, corrupted, and defiled.

The first wave of corpses emerged from the River of Dead Bodies. Wherever they passed, the dense breath of death settled, the originally reddish-brown land was rapidly eroded and gradually turned grey.

The second wave of corpses, the third wave, one after another, as the waves of corpses passed, the land's color grew darker and finally became Breathing Soil.

On Breathing Soil, the movements of the corpses became more agile, their bodies more durable, and their speed faster.

As the tide of corpses surged, the Breathing Soil also gradually spread to the distance. On this type of ground, the flow of the breath of death became even smoother.

A corpse was kicked away by a demon, half its body exploded upon impact, and as it tumbled to the ground, it was a complete mess, dismembered.

The breath of death leaked from its body, diffusing into the surrounding ground and merging into the Breathing Soil.

Suddenly, a hint of soul fluctuation emerged within it, as if a flame of the soul had been ignited inside it – the breath of death from the surrounding Breathing Soil rapidly converged within its body, lighting up the Soul Fire.

From a soulless corpse to an Undead with a soul, it completed its transformation.

The Zombie struggled to prop up its body, and with this action, the surrounding breath of death turned even more into black mist, swooping towards it. By the time it stood up straight, its body was no longer trembling, and its soul had grown much stronger.

It stepped forward, each step causing the Breathing Soil beneath to 'splash' up a wisp of the breath of death, with each step, its soul slowly grew stronger.

However, the kicked-apart half of its body was still caved in, but that did not affect its movements and speed. It was only missing a hand, but what did that matter? Behind it, there were countless others of its kind like the tide.

Caught off guard, a large number of demons were scratched, hacked, and bitten, the Breath of Death unceremoniously eroded their bodies, causing rapid necrosis around the wounds.

Some demons made quick decisions, cutting away at the wounds, as a minor injury was nothing for demons with strong regenerative abilities. Those who hesitated quickly retreated to safety to seek treatment for their companions, knowing that as long as the Breath of Death was dispelled, their limbs could be saved.

Unfortunately, they paid a heavy price for their hesitation. If it was a normal Undead Calamity, such treatment would have been fine, but this was a calamity deployed with the power of Ange, who possessed the power of two Gods of Life.

The demons who had dispelled the breath of death discovered mushrooms growing from their wounds?

They picked and ate the mushrooms, but soon after, another would grow. After a few regrew, the areas where the mushrooms grew started sprouting white mycelium.

The demons, in horror, chopped off their wounded areas, only to find no blood flowing. On closer inspection, their blood vessels were already filled with mycelium, and quickly, mushrooms sprouted from various parts of their bodies.

“Blood Boiling!” Kelerite, who arrived in haste, ignited these demons' blood, burning away both the mycelium in their blood and limbs. At the same time, he issued an order, “Those injured, immediately amputate the wounds.”

“What the hell happened? Why are these corpses moving? Who is behind this?” Kelerite asked in anger.

However, no one responded to him. He looked around in fury and did not see the familiar Big Head. It was only then that he suddenly remembered, the Big Head Demon who often gave him advice had already been crushed to death by him.

“You, tell me what happened?” Kelerite casually pointed at a demon and asked.

The unlucky demon trembled on the spot, stumbling over his words, not knowing what to say. Given Kelerite's brutal nature, was he going to die for not speaking up, die for speaking incorrectly, or just die regardless?

Kelerite glared at him, but surprisingly didn't kill him. Instead, he pointed at another demon, “You speak.”

Huh, he wasn't killed? The newly chosen demon was startled but then relieved. A thought quickly flashed through his mind; indeed, the right amount of pressure could unlock potential. The newly pointed demon immediately made a connection, “Moving corpses, aren't those the Undead? It could be the work of the Undead Overlord's people.”

“Undead Overlord!?”

“Undead Overlord?!”

The title was more frightening than the corpses outside. Kelerite's face turned pale in an instant, and so did the other demons, all showing a look of panic.

However, Kelerite immediately said loudly, “It's not the Undead Overlord. If it were him, there'd be no need to scare us; he would just turn us into corpses, make us part of these piles of bodies. Certainly, some creature has learned to control corpses and is now using them to frighten us.”

Having said that, Kelerite bellowed, “Gather all the demons, crush these corpses!”

Kelerite's voice not only reached the ears of the demons around him but also spread throughout the entire plane via the Blood Boiling method, to virtually every demon's heart.

In this way, a great plane war began without any preparations.

The individual combat strength of demons is very strong. Some high-level devils, with their tough hides and sharp claws, could not even be penetrated by ordinary Undead.

However, as more and more Undead emerged from the River of Dead Bodies, with higher and higher ranks, what surged forth first were fresh corpses, but soon they became dried bones, White Skeletons, Ashbone Skeletons, Zombies, and Tough Skin Zombies.

A grayish-white skeleton, its bones glistening with a metallic sheen, leapt into the River of Dead Bodies, swinging its bone club, leaped high, and brought it crashing down on the head of a Lava Demon.

With the appearance of this Silver Skeleton, the proportion of Silver Skeletons and Copper Skin Zombies emerging increased. They stepped on the bones of their fallen companions, advancing over the increasingly thick Breathing Soil towards the front.

The most terrifying aspect of the Undead Calamity wasn't the individual strength of the Undead but their never-ending numbers, the way they would keep rising even after being decimated, never stopping even when cut in half, and that all-consuming breath of death that ate away at all vitality.

The fallen brethren before them paved a way forward, building a ladder to ascend. The Undead from behind only needed to charge and cut down all living things.

The demons were forced to retreat into the Blood Pool Demon Palace, conducting their attack relying on the walls. Below the wall, countless corpses piled up, nearly forming a slope that could reach the top of the wall directly.

A demon officer cried out in panic, “Burn the pile of corpses, burn it! They're about to overrun the walls!”

Over a dozen Magma Fireballs were hurled down. The Undead leaping from the pile intercepted them, preventing the fireballs from reaching the pile of corpses. Instead, dozens of smoky figures burst from the pile and ascended the wall, materializing into semi-transparent figures. Ghosts had climbed onto the wall.

But soon, the ghosts were blasted to bits by the demons on top of the wall. However, even more ghosts swarmed up, leaving the demons on the wall no reprieve, and the pile of bodies grew a few meters taller.

Such fierce combat was just one of the dozens of breakthrough points along the wall. Millions of Skeleton Zombies surged like a tide against the Blood Pool Demon Palace, with more and more bodies fighting their way out of the River of Dead Bodies.

Kelerite probably most regretted that he'd piled all the bodies beside the palace by now.

Outside the city walls, the ground was completely covered by Breathing Soil. Amid the surging black tide of corpses, glimmers of golden figures were spotted kicking about. Within a certain radius around them, the Undead suddenly became more agile.

Ange was already overwhelmed. Countless threads were being pulled wave after wave, each wave bringing him a surge of Soul Energy. While pulling, he suddenly removed his hat and stared dumbfounded at his own hands.

He saw that both his arms, from the shoulders down, had completely turned into Black Crystal, twinkling with numerous little stars.

Chapter end

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