Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 217 Chapter 155: Illness, Is There Any Hope?_1

Translator: 549690339

Marcus launched the iron ball and immediately pushed the accelerator to its limit.

The wind engines hanging on both sides of the airship accelerated, pitching the ship upwards. In no time, a flash of light exploded behind them.

First came the bright light, then a powerful shockwave that swept across the entire camp. Doors, windows, tents, sheds, vehicles, horses, all were thrown into disarray.

After the shockwave, a cloud of dust shot up into the sky, taking a long time to disperse.

Once it had cleared, a huge crater could be seen where the iron ball had landed. Everything within five meters had been utterly annihilated, and the ground within ten meters had been scraped away.

However, not many humans had died. Those outside the ten-meter radius only suffered from the shock, since it was pure energy explosion there were no splinter injuries, but the camp structures suffered massive damage.

“Tsk, tsk, almost like a meteor shower, but the power is too weak,” Negris grumbled, referring to a Level Nine Magic spell, nearly forbidden.

“The power is indeed too weak. Spending hundreds of Demon Crystals to disintegrate at once for such little impact, the only advantage is that it doesn’t require casting time, so it can still be used for surprise attacks,” Rogge commented.

Hundreds of Demon Crystals for one iron ball, unless it’s a high-value target, even the wealthy Church of Light couldn’t afford it. Besides, there are too many restrictions. If the airship didn’t belong to the Silver Knight Group, it would hardly fly calmly above the camp.

“So? Did any of their leaders die?”

“Doesn’t seem like it. They’re still maintaining order and control, and the organization remains. They probably didn’t all die or haven’t died yet.”

As they spoke, several spirits flew up, and to avoid being chased by these dimwits, the speed of the airship was pushed to the limit and soon disappeared into the clouds.

“You will pilot the airship to the Oasis yourself. Saint Lisa is waiting for you there. Follow her instructions when you land, understand? For now, you are under Master Vaguli’s supervision. You two are both Goblins, you should get along,” Negris ordered.

Marcus nodded without any hesitation, because behind him stood two armored swordsman completely covered in armor.

Ange ordered out two zombie swordsman, which were transformed from the armored ones, according to Negris, to enhance the airship’s guard force and prevent it from being taken away again.

But these armored swordsmen could slit him in two at any moment.

Of course, Marcus had no other intentions. Even the Corrosion Scar on him was lifted. He now felt relaxed and without the tension he experienced while taking the medicine.

Clearly, the Church of Light’s claim to control him with poison turned out to be true and not as the Church of Light had claimed that the medicine was just to suppress injuries.

This alone made him hate the Church of Light and the Silver Knights with a passion.

No matter what Negris said, he agreed wholeheartedly until he brought up Vaguli. Marcus asked in surprise, “Vaguli? The Goblin? Gear Award winner, Master Vaguli?”

“He mentioned something about the Gear Award, do you know it?” Negris asked.

“A Gear Award winner! How ignorant must one be to not know him? That is the highest level award in the field of engineering…,” Marcus’s voice trailed off when he noticed the amused expression on Negris’ face. He instantly realized.

This Lord Nage in front of him doesn’t know Vaguli. That means he had just called him ignorant…

Before Negris could toss him off the airship, Marcus changed the conversation: “I heard that iron ball was invented by Master Vaguli.”

“Oh? That makes sense, it does resemble the projectile of the Magic Egg Cannon,” Negris realized.

After sending off the airship, everyone, guided by Rogge, descended and found a hole to crawl into.

“The reason Dark City has lasted this long is due to the intricate topography. Just find a hole and crawl in, and you will arrive at a web of caves. But two connected entrances don’t necessarily lead to the same cave. Even sounding just beside your ear, it might take up to half an hour to meet each other. If you’re not familiar with the area, you’ll easily get lost,” Rogge explained.

After following Rogge for half an hour, Negris comprehended the layout of the place and exclaimed: “No wonder the Silver Knights haven’t wiped you out over centuries. Even the Church doesn’t withdraw, in such a place, finding the Undead would be rather difficult let alone wiping them out.”

“Exactly, living creatures need to eat and drink with traces to follow, but we undead could hide on the second or third level when desperate, they wouldn’t find us even if it killed them. Recently however, humans have been increasingly pulled into it,” Rogge sighed.

Negris rolled his eyes and tentatively asked: “Have you ever thought that these humans might have been deliberately driven in by the Silver Knights?”

Rogge paused, his step faltered as if a heavy weight had bent his waist.

“Seems like you saw through it at a glance, Lord Nage. We only realized this many years later. But these humans, they are just poor vagabonds, no spies or believers of the Church among them. Even though we know this, what can we do? Kill all of them?” Rogge’s voice was full of frustration and helplessness.