Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 536: Chapter 307: Accelerating Body Metallization_1

Lisa defined the Face Purification Technique, demonstrating her tremendous creative ability. She stole the divine power from the Harvest Goddess, technically making her a pseudo-god. The hundred thousand harvest believers in the Light Sea Plane had long since started to perceive her as an embodiment of the Goddess.

Can the Harvest Goddess stimulate the growth of crops?

No, the Harvest Goddess can make crops abound and increase the growth of the populace, but she doesn’t even come close to the impact of the Instant Death Halo. So, if a real Harvest Goddess and Lisa competed, most people would believe that Lisa is more like the Harvest Goddess.

Under such circumstances, what’s stopping Lisa from defining a long-gone deity?

“That’s probably how it is. How long were you possessed just now?” Negris asked.

“About eight or nine seconds.” Lisa recalled.

“Next time you are possessed, summon it again to see what’s going on,” Negris suggested.

“Okay, let’s leave it at that for now, let’s go, let’s get out of here.” Lisa agreed.

Everyone stood up, dusted themselves off, ready to leave, when a roar sounded from not far away: “I… am… still… here…”

It was as if Lisa just recalled something, turning to the Iron Skin Necromancer and said, “Oh dear, I almost forgot about you, sorry about that, what’s your name again? Which generation descendant of Grand Duke Luosha are you?”

The Iron Skin Necromancer rolled its vengeful eyes sarcastically, and finally conceded, “Misha August Lisa, Grand Duke Luosha the 65th.”

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It had no choice; Lisa had thrown it around like a rag, dislocating all of its bones. It wasn’t broken, but the dislocated joints rendered it unable to even crawl.

If Lisa and the others just turned around and left, it could very well end up lying there forever – ten years, a hundred years, a millennium… or forever. After all, the undead can’t die.

This consequence was too terrifying; even as stubborn as it was, it did not want to stay lying down forever.

Its voice was hoarse and the words were fragmented, sounding like the scraping of wood. Yet, the content of its speech had shocked Lisa beyond belief, “Misha? The 65th Luosha Grand Duke? Weren’t you alive just the year before last? How did you suddenly turn into a necromancer?”

“Hold on, who did you inherit your middle name ‘Lisa’ from?” Lisa noticed something else.

Nobility names are long and complicated, but they have a clear lineage, especially the family name and the middle name; the family name is inherited from the ancestors, the middle name is passed down from the elders. Of course, there are also various other sources, which can be a hassle when scrutinized.

Regarding Lisa’s family, the middle name can only come from an elder in the family, does it originate from her?

As expected: “It’s inherited from the fourth generation Lisa, the Light Saintess.” The necromancer gave her a glance, probably thinking her focus was strange.

Lisa squatted down, looking at it and asked, “How many direct descendants does the fourth generation have?”

“Two.”

“What’s the family motto?”

“Family are the people you spend the most time with. Spending time together leads to more friction, and because of that friction, those who would rather not mingle are fools.”

Lisa asked some questions that only direct descendants would know, and this necromancer called Misha could accurately answer.

“It seems you truly are my kin and haven’t lost your memory, which is fortunate.” Lisa cheerfully commented, reconnecting its dislocated skeletal joints as she spoke.

The Necromancer Misha frowned, “I don’t know you.”

“Hehe.” Lisa just chuckled, wisely postponing an explanation, and turned to Ange, “I can’t reconnect it, too many have come apart.”

Ange approached, examining the Necromancer’s entire skeleton. As an undead himself, there was nothing that understood skeletons better, especially a lower-level one who survived by replacing parts of his skeleton.

Ange and Lisa were easily connected, and the hesitant necromancer, Misha, slowly crawled up. She hesitantly gazed at Ange and Lisa, and casually moved two steps away before suddenly running off.

The prohibition had been shattered, and knowing she couldn’t beat these lads, she could totally make a run for it. Only a horse was in front of her, and it definitely wouldn’t be able to stop her.

“Ahha!” Just as this thought crossed her mind, the horse surprisingly kicked sideways, launching her into the air.

What kind of horse was this? Why could it kick sideways? The necromancer, Misha, unable to believe her eyes, stared at the oddly posed horse. This flying kick certainly wasn’t a move a normal horse could pull off.

The collapsed necromancer still hadn’t reacted, until Negris flew to her face: “Hehe, pick anyone here, and you wouldn’t be able to beat them. Don’t even think about running… Ouch.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Misha punched him in the eye. He was wrong – the only one the Iron Skin Necromancer could beat here, was him.

Seeing herself not even able to defeat a horse, the necromancer, Misha, finally behaved and cooperatively collapsed, displaying a ‘do whatever you want with me’ kind of attitude.

Lisa introduced herself smiling, “My name is Lisa Augustus.”

Necromancer Misha nodded.

Now it was Lisa’s turn to be stunned: “Aren’t you surprised?”

Necromancer Misha replied, “I do not know why you chose the same name as your ancestral family, but you should be sent by Robert since you are so familiar with the family secret, right?”

Between laughter and tears, Lisa said: “I am your ancestor, Lisa Augustus, the Light Saintess.”

Her remark received eye-rolling sarcasm from Misha: “So, you mean to tell me that you are over a thousand and a hundred years old now, but still look like a freshly water-soaked yam cake – soft and tender?”

“Hehe, you could say that,” Lisa responded with a smile.

Misha’s tone was clearly angry now: “I know I look ugly now, but that’s the fate of humans. When you die, you may not even have the chance to become ugly, as you might directly rot away.”

Lisa realized this descendant seemed to have mistaken her for someone else’s agent. If she continued this conversation, it would be meaningless. She had to perform some astonishing tricks.

With a smile, Lisa initiated the illumination of the Purify technique and gently applied it onto Misha’s bark-like dry hands.

The effect of the Purify technique had been validated repeatedly. In Misha’s horrific eyes, an ugly, skinny, eyeball-turbid mummy turned into a tall, white, moist, delicate, and robust-looking woman.

As her body recovered, Misha slowly realized she was awkwardly exposed. She blushed and curled up. She hadn’t been embarrassed when she was flat, but she was embarrassed now.

Lisa found it amusing and comforted her: “No need to hide, these creatures aren’t human, so it’s okay even if you are naked.”

Even if she said that, she took out a set of clothes and draped them on Misha.

“Are you… are you really my ancestor, Lisa Augustus…Great, Great…Aunt?”

“Are you really a necromancer? Have you really lived for over a thousand and a hundred years?”

“Are you really…” Misha, perhaps due to regaining a human’s appearance, had become lively and asked Lisa questions one after another.

Lisa patiently answered each question, even describing some of her personal items, and then opened her own stone coffin. If her parents had buried her belongings there, then the coffin must contain these items.

This couldn’t be faked. Aside from Lisa’s parents, nobody knew what had been placed inside her stone coffin, and there were also no written records. However, as long as Lisa could account for a small part of it, it would suffice in convincing Misha.

“Alright, we’ve gone through my situation. Now let’s talk about yours. Two years ago, you were the Grand Duke Luosha. How come in less than two years, you’ve turned into a necromancer and an Iron Skin class at that? What happened? Was there something that accelerated the metalization of your body?”