Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 195: Chapter 142 Run, _2

Translator: 549690339

They would gather such Undead and take them to the Dark City. The major activity of Dark City was to wander about and scour the world for Undead, teaching or guiding them, rescuing them from human territories.

Over the centuries, Dark City had assembled more than three thousand Undead and over twenty thousand members of various life species. Yet they constantly had to contend with the onslaught of the Church of Light. Of the twelve knights, only Rogge remained.

A while ago, a corner of Dark City received a secret code specially for Piero, informing him that there was news from the Resting Palace. The God of Knowledge had transformed into a bronze Juvenile Dragon and arrived in the human world.

So when Jerika told him that there was a bronze Juvenile Dragon under Lord Ange, he immediately thought of the God of Knowledge. Once he confirmed that Ange had the ability to purify the Undead bacterium, he brought everyone over immediately.

“These are the core members of Dark City. I’ve brought them all here, God of Knowledge, is the Resting Palace open? Can… Can I go back?” Rogge suddenly asked.

“Ah? Go back? What do you want to go back for?” Negris asked, puzzled.

“I’m tired, I want to entrust these people to you, sir, and return to the Resting Palace for eternal sleep.” Rogge said, worn out.

“Eternal sleep? What does that mean, to sleep forever? Isn’t that suicide? Have you gone mad?” Negris was astonished.

Rogge shook his head tiredly, “I’m not mad, just tired. I’ve lived too long, all my brothers are dead, life has no meaning, it’s just tiresome.”

Negris suddenly found that Rogge was very determined about death. No matter what persuasions were made, he kept saying that he was tired, life was meaningless. The only thing he couldn’t let go of was this group under his command. He hoped that Negris would take them in, allowing him to return to the Resting Palace for eternal sleep.

Setting aside whether the Resting Palace would let him in, Negris absolutely did not support this idea of eternal sleep. Why on earth would one want to sleep eternally when they had immortality?

Forget about being tired, being uninterested. Hadn’t he himself been sealed inside the Bronze Book for thousands of years? Hadn’t he gone through a millenium where he had not even seen a single soul and when one finally arrived it turned out to be a tedious Farming Skeleton.

Despite all of this, did he ever think about eternal sleep? Lord Ange, who had been farming for over a millennium – wasn’t that even more uninteresting? Did he ever consider eternal sleep?

Negris couldn’t convince Rogge to change his mind despite all his persuasion, so he quietly signaled for Ange to contact Anthony.

Upon hearing the situation, Anthony said: “This is normal, too normal. That Rogge has always been delicate and artistic, always thinks too much. The fact that he’s managed to hold on till now is astonishing. It’s easy to deal with, just wait a moment, I’m coming. Remember to open the Teleportation Array for me.”

After about ten minutes, Lisa, who was located at the Oasis, activated the Teleportation Array. Anthony, who was cloaked from head to toe in a white robe, stepped out of the Teleportation Array. His staff thrummed onto the ground: “Come out, old buddy.”

Where the staff landed, a whirl of black smoke started to curl up, growing larger and larger. It was as if a black hole had been torn open, a horse with glowing red eyes stepped out, sucking in the black smoke like a black hole, condensing it into a form.

“Who dares call me in the middle of the night!” As soon as it landed, the black horse impatiently neighed.

Anthony said awkwardly: “It’s me, old buddy, it’s me. Rogge is not in a good mood. We need to treat him.”

“That same Rogge again? Where is he?” The black horse impatiently asked.

Anthony pointed in a direction according to the coordinates sent by Ange and then asked: “Old buddy, could you give me a ride?”

The black horse snorted disdainfully: “Dream on, run on your own.”

After saying that, it dashed forward, leaving a trail of black lines behind. Anthony let out a sigh, pulled his robe up over his knee, and took off running in the direction of the black horse.

He was slightly slow at the start, but once he got to full speed, Anthony’s figure shone brightly in the holy light. His speed also accelerated and he managed to catch up the black horse.

All Black Warriors had a mount that they themselves condensed. The mounts could respond to their every command, as if they were a part of them. Black Knights could even use both of their hands and feet, in addition to the mount’s four hooves, to play instruments as one body.

But as the inventor of the Black Warriors, one day, it suddenly occurred to Anthony that if his mount was an independent undead creature, then wouldn’t it be like having two Black Warriors if he teamed up with it? What good is it to be one body? Could it be stronger than fighting two against one on his own?

So he found the spirit of a horse, and turned it into the Black Warrior.

The chance for an intelligent life form to become undead after death is small. For every hundred witches created, there may not necessarily be one that becomes undead. The probability of a horse, who isn’t considered a smart creature, being transformed into undead is even smaller. On the other hand, there seem to be many undead horse witches.

Anthony, that old fellow, is probably the only undead horse in the Abyss.

Anthony turned the undead horse into the Black Warrior, trained its martial arts, tempered its soul, honed its coordination, and forcefully molded it into a Duke-level Black Warrior Horse…

However, since Anthony was mixed up with the Church of Light, he had been sealing the horse for a long time. This infuriated it and made it decide to cut off all ties with Anthony, even forbidding him from calling its name.

If it weren’t for Rogge’s old problem acting up again, Anthony wouldn’t have dared to summon it out. But if he hadn’t, as an Archbishop of the magic system, he might not have been able to defeat Emperor Rogge.

About twenty minutes later, their six legs sped wildly, arriving at the location of Ange and the others. Upon seeing them, the Black Horse charged at Rogge without any greetings and struck with its front hoof.

Rogge recognized the Black Horse. The joy of reunion had just arisen when it was dazed by the powerful stomp of the Black Horse, which caused Rogge to scatter into pieces and withdraw due to his subconscious.

Anthony gasped for breath as he arrived, casting Holy Light Illumination to highlight Rogge’s exact position.

Then he cast Holy Cage to seal the area of Rogge and Black Horse’s combat. He then summoned his Holy Light Gauntlet and rushed into the cage, cooperating with the Black Horse to beat up Rogge, forcefully scattering him.

After the scattering, the Black Horse controlled Rogge’s soul, allowing Anthony to search his memory and erase some inexplicable memories.

“The meaning of life? What the hell is that, delete it.”

“Can’t be strong… don’t let myself be weak? What kind of crap is this? Delete it.”

“Life… always… walk… carry on our own??? Is he going mad? Where did he see self-pity? Erase it.”

Anthony flipped through Rogge’s memories and found a lot of inexplicable things. It was obvious that Rogge, in the Prime Material Plane, had been affected by many decaying human philosophies.

But it was not strange, Rogge used to have a very sensitive personality, which resonated with these inexplicable things. It was not the first time that Anthony had deleted his memories, and even the Black Horse was very proficient in cooperating with him.

After the swift succession of actions, Rogge, who had been possibly wiped too harshly, was now looking at Anthony in shock after reconsolidating his form: “Who are you? What did you do to me? Where am I?”

The Black Horse snorted and nudged Antony to stand properly with its neck, then charged at him at high speed.

Swish! A black smoke ring formed a hole, and the Black Horse disappeared as if it had been sucked into a black hole.

“Well, his treatment is done.” Anthony laid his hand on his shoulder, saluted Ange, didn’t respond to Rogge, and immediately ran away, disappearing into the distance in no time.

Negris watched his coming and going like the wind, then turned to Rogge and asked, “Do you still want to return to the Resting Camp?”

“Resting Camp? Did the Resting Camp restart? Can I return? Is His Majesty still there? No? There’s no one in the Resting Camp? Then what’s the point of going back?” Rogge exclaimed in surprise.

“Do you still wish for eternal sleep?”

“Eternal sleep? Isn’t that the same as death? Am I mad? Hold on, who was that guy earlier? He smells just like those servants of Light, you should have let me slay him just now.” Rogge grumbled.

Negris was speechless: “This treatment is too thorough, he’s like an entirely different person now.”

Suddenly, a fluorescent figure came running back from the distance, it was Anthony who had run away earlier. He was out of breath and said urgently, “Run! The Light is