Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 360

Chapter 360: Chapter 223: Finished Fighting, Go to Sleep_3
Something popped out from amidst the rolling thick smoke and thudded onto the ground. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a purple gold arm. Could the Purple Gold Skeleton have fallen apart?

Before everyone could begin celebrating, a Purple Gold Skeleton emerged from the smoke, picked up its own arm, clicked it back into place, and flexed it. It raised its right hand and exclaimed in surprise: “Where’s my middle finger?”

On its palm, only half of the middle finger remained. The other half was missing.

Ange turned to look at the Dimension Beast. The giant cat had somehow gotten down from Serene’s arms and was digging its little paw into the spatial rift, scratching out a piece of finger bone.

Seeing Ange watching, it hastily rattled the bone, casting its gaze seemingly innocently here and there with its two little claws hooking onto it.

Ange continued to stare at it. Unable to bluff any longer, the Dimension Beast retracted its claws under its belly, then gave a few quick tugs. Next, it used its left paw to push the bone fragment forward.

The retrieved finger bone contained two sections. Now, one section each could be allocated.

Ange bent down, picked it up, and agreed to the trade implicitly.

The Dimension Beast sighed in relief, put away its piece of the finger bone, and jumped onto Ange’s shoulder in one move. Holding onto Ange’s head, it propped itself up to have a far sight.

The Purple Gold Skeleton searched for its middle finger for a while, but it couldn’t find it. Not bothering further, it turned around with its back to the city wall and began to howl towards the Land of Deathly Silence: “Woo~~~”

Afar on the ground, the carpet formed by the undead began to writhe like a tide rushing forward.

The Purple Gold Skeleton muttered: “Time to sleep after the battle,” then began to hobble back, not even glancing at the city wall behind it.

The defensive line that humans have held for over a thousand years was just like that- broken. The skeleton who managed to break it acted as if it had accomplished something trivial and wanted to go back to sleep.

However, judging by its limping figure, things were probably not as easy as they seemed.

On the platform behind the city wall, Dyson could no longer stand because his legs had gone weak. He looked dazedly at the retreating Purple Gold Skeleton and mumbled: “Is…this the power of the Lord of Mourning? Is it really so terrifying?”

Someone came over from behind to support him, saying: “Sir, it’s time to leave.”

“Leave?” Dyson was taken aback: “Where to?”

His subordinate replied: “Back to the Master Plane for continued defense.”

Dyson asked dazedly: “Can it still hold?”

“Of course, the Master Plane has a powerful dimensional barrier. It’s easier to defend. Besides, sir, isn’t returning to the Master Plane what you’ve been wanting?”

With that, Dyson’s eyes brightened. Indeed, from this perspective, the fall of the Land of Fallen doesn’t seem so bad.

“Let’s go!” Dyson, who had regained his composure, rushed to the Teleportation Array with his loyal subordinates.

However, evacuating everyone in such a short period was impossible. Before all the people of Holy Wall City could leave, the Undead Tide had already surged up and poured into the city through the broken wall.

One of the undead saints drifted at the forefront, shouting loudly: “Don’t kill indiscriminately, they are all resources. Just capture them.”

Big Bone cautiously avoided others and walked along the wall, so as not to knock off anything. However, it soon bumped into another Golden Skeleton who was also walking against the wall.

Big Bone waved its arms with its teeth bared: “Roar~” It was ready to scare the other party into giving way.

The Golden Skeleton looked at it, tilted its head, and suddenly waved its hands at Big Bone: “Roar Roar!”