Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 42: Grain on Credit_1

Translator: 549690339

“No chance.” Ange said.

“I know, I’ll teach you.” Negris said irritably.

A level one Electric Magic lightning ball was placed on the Little Copper Dragon, with no reaction at all.

“Eh, was my magic resistance this high when I was young?” Negris was surprised. The Giants Dragons have very high elemental resistance, and the Bronze Dragon is one of the best, a level one lightning ball couldn’t even electrocute it.

“The skin has high resistance, why not cut open the skin and directly shock the heart?” Negris suggested.

Ange tilted his head and asked, “Where is the heart?”

Negris pointed to the junction of the dragon’s neck and trunk, where the dragon’s heart is located. It thought Ange would accept its suggestion and cut open the dragon’s skin. Suddenly, it felt its heart ache.

This was an illusion, but who was it that made the little dragon grow from its dragon scales? It can essentially be considered as its own body.

Ange did not cut open the dragon’s skin, he demonstratively reached into its mouth, sent an electric shock through its esophagus toward the approximate location of the heart and the Little Copper Dragon began to convulse violently.

“Ugh, you %#@S…” Negris instinctively felt nauseous, leading to a strong psychological discomfort, just like Ange had inserted his hand into its mouth.

However, the method was indeed effective. There was no dragon skin resistance in the esophagus, close to the heart, the lightning ball could exert its maximum effect. The heart muscles contracted violently under the electric shock, pumping out the blood inside.

When it relaxed, blood from the other end was sucked in, it seemed to trigger some mechanism, the heart began to contract autonomously, with this tightening and relaxing, the heart resumed beating.

“Kvada, it really works, those Druids didn’t lie.” Negris mumbled to himself, it seems it hasn’t tried this method either, it was only spoken about it.

The heart was beating and the blood flowing, causing some subtle changes on the Little Copper Dragon. For instance, the scales were breathing in a regular way by opening a small gap, the eyelids and other areas were no longer lifeless, it looked much healthier.

But that was about it. The Little Copper Dragon remained motionless, just like it was fast asleep. No matter whether Ange flipped its eyelids, slapped it, or even reached into its mouth to shock it again, it couldn’t be woken up.

After fooling around for a while, Negris said, “It seems to be soulless. Although it has grown a body, it cannot grow a soul. Ah, creating life has never been easy. ”

Soulless? Ange tilted his head, thought for a while, and reached into the mouth of the Little Copper Dragon again to press down on its heart area. Under compression, the heart could not beat and quickly stopped. The Little Copper Dragon was dead.

He condensed a ball of Soul Fire, shoved it into the body of the Little Copper

Dragon, Ange pointed to it: “It has a soul now.”

Negris was silent for a while, then let out an angry roar: ‘You bastard!”

Ange abruptly turned the Little Copper Dragon into an undead dragon, a zombie dragon.

If it were a sentient living person, one could use the method of sacrifice to fully combine the soul fire with body’s previous memories and turn it into a Witch. Feilin and Lisa were made that way, and the whole process takes about seven days.

But the Little Copper Dragon had no memories, let alone past life. The impartation of a soul directly turned it into a zombie instead.

“But, I didn’t teach you to condense Soul Fire.” Negris was puzzled. It hadn’t taught him, so how did Ange learn?

“Undead Fire.” Ange said.

“Undead Fire and Soul Fire are far apart, but given how strange you are, it’s not surprising you can learn Soul Fire from Undead Fire. They are essentially the same. Well, never mind, you control it. Use its soul to call out my divine name, and from then on, I will be projected onto it and take it as my body.”

Negris felt both excited and expectant. How many years had it been since she had been sealed away? He could clearly remember the despair and powerlessness when the Undead King tore it soul from its body.

Who would have expected that she could one day reclaim a body? Even though it’s in an infantile state, smaller than when it was in the dragon egg, it was nonetheless a body grown from its scales.

Ange controlled the Little Copper Dragon and made some unintelligible call.

“Uh, Dragon Language, Dragon Language, okay, I’ll teach you.” After another round of routine education, Ange finally successfully controlled the Little Copper Dragon, and called out Negris’ name in the Dragon Language.

Negris projected herself onto the Little Copper Dragon, swaying her head and making whimsical movements. After a while, she let out a sigh.

She might have wanted to make a sentimental statement similar to ‘My youth has returned’ or ‘My body is back.’ But before the sigh faded away, a figure jumped onto its back. Firmly seated, two little white legs clenched tightly around its waist.

Negris almost buried her head in the ground, shouted angrily: “What are you doing! ? Get off, you have wings. What do you need to ride me for! ? You damned Birdman, come down, or I’ll hit you, you want to face the rage of the God of Knowledge?!”

Negris vainly fluttered its wings, wanting to shake off the angel skeleton on its back, but the angel skeleton flapped its wings as well, maintaining balance, and it simply couldn’t shake it off.

After a while of struggle, the Little Zombie rushed up and knocked the angel skeleton off.

Before Negris could even express his gratitude, the Little Zombie climbed onto it. It was not to save Negris, but rather to take its toy. But it was relatively heavier, and it suddenly knocked Negris to the ground.

“Kvada, prepare to die, Rage of the Bronze Dragon!” Negris struggled in vain.

Although it’s a Bronze Dragon, it’s newly born and not stronger than the Little Zombie. Ultimately, it was the Angel Skeleton who saved it after the two got into a fight elsewhere.

Negris got up, wiped its face with its claw, flicked off the dirt on its body, and took a breath, “I almost became a mount. Kvada, how could a majestic Bronze Dragon be ridden? It’s a disgrace to the Giant Dragon Clan.”

Before it could finish speaking, Ange rode on it.

Negris instinctively wanted to shake it off but found that she couldn’t control her body. The soul of the Little Copper Dragon was given by Ange, whose priority was higher than Negris’, which meant that if it didn’t obey Ange’s will, it wouldn’t be able to control the Little Copper Dragon.

After struggling internally for a while, Negris reluctantly accepted this reality. If she was ridden, she was ridden. After all, no one knew this was her. It was the dragon clan who lost face if the Bronze Dragon was ridden, not the God of Knowledge.

Consoling herself, Negris fluttered and flew up.

Its body length, not counting head and tail, was only half a meter long. Ange riding on it was like riding a small stool, or an adult riding a child’s rocking horse. Despite this, its wings were huge. Plus, Ange was just a skeleton, with nothing but bones all over his body, and its gross weight wasn’t more than forty pounds. With a flutter of its wings, it surprisingly carried Ange up.

Feilin flew in, saw this scene, and was so surprised that he slid bottom first onto the ground: “This is… Bronze… Bronze Dragon? Sir, did you go grave robbing? We don’t have a Titanic Dragon Tomb here, where did you dig this up from?”

Before Ange could answer, Feilin waved his hand: “Never mind, sir, help, please! Could you credit some grain for me, I’ll pay you back later..”