Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

The undead spirit and the indestructible soul, cross the river of death, the wind of rest is yesterday’s clamor, the future lies in the darkness ahead, break the darkness, the new world of immortality, break the darkness, the endless fall…

“What kind of bizarre lyrics are these? They are filled with the unexplained sorrow and melancholy. It’s as though something is being said, yet nothing is being said. The message contradicts itself, what’s this about breaking the darkness, but falling endlessly? Isn’t breaking the darkness supposed to be the onset of endless light? Goodness, the endless light could be modified to become a hymn.”

Negris critiqued with an expression as if he was getting teary-eyed from too much spice.

Among those present who had a knack for music… Vania. Yes, Vania, the Minotaur cook. She happened to be the most musically talented being under Ange’s command and sang wonderfully because she enjoyed humming while cooking.

And she has a fulsome voice, loud, and wide-ranging, whether it’s a dwarf’s battle song or a eunuch’s falsetto, she could perform a snippet.

Of course, the highest musical talent was the castrato singer Senlide, who Ange had inadvertently created, but he was not present.

Left with no option, despite their current standard, they pressed ahead like leading a duck onto a perch. Vania tried singing, “It might be for the sake of matching the rhythm of the song, let me try – Undead Spirit – cough, cough – and eternal… No, this won’t work, Lord Nage. The notes don’t match, I can’t follow the tune.”

Negris pondered for a moment, then suggested, “Perhaps this song is for the undead, and should be sung in the common language of the undead? Hmm, is there a common language for the undead?”

Ange tilted his head and opened his mouth: “Roar–”

Boom! All the undead present felt like their souls were hit by a bolt of lightning. It didn’t matter which syllable Ange yelled. The important thing was the wave of soul energy that was felt.

The wave of soul energy expanded outwardly with everyone clearly feeling the thunder-like drum beat resonating, and ethereal singing voices that carried over.

Undead spirit—

The indestructible soul—

Cross the river of death—

Everyone felt their souls speeding up, their focus becoming more concentrated than they had ever experienced. Rising within each soul was an intense desire for battle…

“Turns out, the Undead Melody is sung with the soul. The soul is the common language.” Negris mumbled in realisation.

The wind of rest is yesterday’s clamor, the future lies in darkness ahead—

As Ange sang this part, everyone felt as if they had returned to the Resting Abyss. Around them was the howling winds, and ahead lay infinite darkness. However, strangely, they didn’t feel the usual anxiety that was associated with being engulfed within the Resting Wind. Instead, they found tranquility, akin to listening to the gentle patter of rain against the windowpane.

The howling wind seemed like a hand, soothing their souls and quelling their desire for battle.

“Kvada, it’s indeed a strange contrast. The lyrics didn’t seem to imply this, so why does it feel different when sung out? Singing with the soul…”

Break the darkness, a new world of immortality, break the darkness, fall endlessly—

The lyrics had reached their most contradictory part; breaking the darkness, followed by an endless fall. Initially, it seemed exceedingly strange, but as they reached this part of the song, Negris felt his soul overwhelmingly drawn downward, as if he were sinking into an abyss.

However, he quickly felt a certain force supporting his soul.

The two opposing forces caused the fire of his soul to recede.

Boom! Negris’s body burst into soul flame, and so did Little Zombie. Two points of light were also seen igniting amidst the distant trees.

“This… My Soul Heart has consolidated?” Negris exclaimed in shock.

His bronze juvenile dragon body was essentially an undead body, with a Soul Fire inside but no consciousness. Negris projected his consciousness onto the Bronze Dragon, controlling its actions.

Since it didn’t require physical combat, Negris didn’t pay much attention to the strength of the Bronze Dragon’s soul; after all, it was unbeatable. He believed it didn’t matter how strong it was as long as it was sufficient.

Surprisingly, under the resonance of the two Undead Melodies, the Bronze Dragon’s Soul Fire consolidated into a Soul Heart.

The Soul Heart was a sign of higher undead beings. Undead beings at this stage were respectively known as the Golden Skeleton, Iron Skin Zombie, Witch King, Undead Saint, and Dark Knight Emperor.

“Eh, can the soul of the body be upgraded to a Soul Heart in just two years? I haven’t been hibernating and refining it that much.” Negris suddenly thought of a question.

The transition from Soul Fire to Soul Heart requires a long period. For example, Feilin still doesn’t have a Soul Heart, even though he has been a witch for over a thousand years.

However, witches generally learn magic, and their strength is determined by their level of magic. The strength of their soul only affects their recovery speed.

Not only did they evolve, but the other undead beings’ souls had also been greatly refined. They had all made significant progress.

“I understand now, this ‘fall’ doesn’t have the meaning we understood. It represents a contraction inward, an endless contraction. Diving inward endlessly is the state of the Soul Heart, isn’t it?” Negris had an epiphany.

Luther tugged Negris: “I understand what you’re saying, but what are those two things?” He pointed towards the two light points in the forest while speaking.

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