Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1403 - Chapter 1403 Chapter 964 Scared Stiff

Chapter 1403: Chapter 964: Scared Stiff Chapter 1403: Chapter 964: Scared Stiff “Chop… chop down our tree! Beat him up!” The Monarch shouted excitedly as he dashed out, it had been a long time since he last cut someone down, he almost spilled the beans.

Seeing a figure clad in leather armor suddenly charging out from a nearby cave, the Mourning Undead Soldiers were momentarily stunned. He had clearly scanned the surroundings earlier, how could there be a cave here?

But he didn’t have time to ponder, as the Monarch had already pounced in front of him, the Mourning Undead Soldier’s eyes flickered cruelly, thinking: wish to be crushed into a pulp…

No enemy could charge the Mourning Undead Soldiers in melee combat, not even the Black Dragon with its sharp claws, let alone this humanoid creature. Even if it were the Ultra God Sword Saint, a head-on clash would only lead to being blasted apart, especially since this humanoid creature had no aura.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, the Mourning Undead Soldier was sent flying. He felt like he had been hit by a purple-gold rhinoceros, his arm that was originally swinging out was knocked back onto his body, sending his body flying along.

Stunned, the Undead Soldier subconsciously withdrew his limbs and contracted his core trying to stabilize his form, but then a scythe chopped down, its handle smashing onto his body like a stick, knocking him askew.

The Mourning Undead Soldier immediately staggered steps in mid-air, steadying his form, just about to exert force when he saw his opponent pull back in a reverse grip.

Not good! The thought had just formed in his soul, when the Mourning Undead Soldier felt a great force pulling him from behind. The blade of the scythe hooked him, dragging him towards the enemy.

Losing his balance, the Undead Soldier could only fling his arms towards the enemy, attempting to grapple. He was very confident in his grappling skills, he could even fracture a god-level steel construct.

However, the opponent turned back and glared at him — Soul Impact.

Undead! Kvada! His opponent was unexpectedly an Undead, and an even more powerful one at soul level, more shocking than if the opponent were a Giant Dragon. Despite several exchanges, he had not realized the immense soul power of his opponent.

The result of his oversight was that he was unprepared for the Soul Impact, his vision blurred.

Had there not been a level difference, the Soul Impact would hardly cause damage. Now, as the Mourning Soul, the Monarch could only experience a blurring of vision, but that was enough. The Monarch freed his arms, releasing a series of punches and kicks onto him.

The Mourning Undead Soldier felt as if floured sacks were wrapped around him, every punch and kick blasting puffs of Soul Flame off his body. In contrast, the Monarch showed no leakage of Soul Energy, concealing his Undead nature until after the Soul Impact.

Bang, bang, bang, crack– with one final crisp sound, the Monarch shattered the opponent’s chest and abdomen, thrusting his palm inside, grasping the soul of his heart.

“You’re weak.” The voice of the Monarch echoed in the Mourning Undead Soldier’s soul.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, all done before Nagri could even arrive here. From a distance, unable to contain itself, it shouted, “Kva, Kva, Kvada, Old Immortal, is your martial technique so powerful?”

It really was martial technique, a very intricate martial technique. Martial techniques differ from skills. Martial techniques are combat skills, using the most rational maneuvers to maximally unleash power onto an enemy, that’s what a martial technique is.

Skills are methods of releasing power, they don’t necessarily have to affect an opponent, they can also affect the environment around, like a Divine Technique, which is a skill that releases Divine Power.

Negris had never seen the Monarch employing any martial techniques, or rather, the martial techniques he used were straightforward and plain, just like when he beat up Griss.

But they could still strike the enemy. By definition, hitting the enemy and releasing force upon them qualifies as a martial technique, regardless of sophistication. From this perspective, the Monarch’s martial techniques had always been strong, it’s just that now they included more finesse.

The Monarch nonchalantly said, “It’s no big deal. Martial techniques? I used to rely on laws. Now that my power hasn’t fully recovered, I’m just warming up.”

“…” Negris muttered in his heart: This Old Immortal is too pretentious, I really want to punch him.

However, the Monarch spoke the truth. The Undead Ruler relied on Origin Power directly, so there was indeed no need for any martial techniques, especially in front of those Primordial Gods who could alter laws; such techniques would scarcely be effective as the opponent could change laws at will.

“How shall we deal with him?” Negris asked, looking at the Mourning Undead Soldier.

“Disassemble him, of course. This guy is a bit strange, not purely a Necromancer. His body seems to be modified,” the Monarch said while squeezing him.

The soul and heart were grasped by the Monarch, rendering the entire body of the Mourning Undead Soldier limp. With every squeeze from the Monarch, he shuddered, eyes filled with terror.

“Let’s decide whether to disassemble him later. Your Majesty, should we deal with the one on the airship first?” silver coin reminded.

The airship had already flown into the dark void and was out of sight, which means it had already distanced from this location and was out of view of this battle. If there was no soul connection between the two Mourning Undead Soldiers, the one on the airship wouldn’t know that his companion had been captured.

The reason for suspecting that they do not have Soul Contact is because there was obviously no prior coordination when they secretly passed the fruit earlier; they didn’t seem to have any Soul Contact.

“Alright, I’ll go,” the Monarch immediately responded. He shoved his hand into the chest of the Mourning Undead Soldier, blocked him with his body, and flew up, heading towards the direction the airship had gone.

The Mourning Undead Soldier couldn’t even resist; his soul was in his heart, held in the Monarch’s hand, making it impossible for him to control his body. He could only be pushed backwards rapidly, quickly catching up to the airship.

The airship purposely slowed down, waiting for him. The Mourning Undead Soldier piloting the airship kept looking around and soon saw his companion ‘flying’ backward.

Why flying backward? The Mourning Undead Soldier was greatly puzzled and sent a soul message to ask, but at such a distance, before a response could be received, he had already retreated to the front of the airship; then the Monarch burst out from behind the Mourning Undead Soldier and even snatched his soul down.

The soul of this Mourning Undead Soldier on the airship trembled violently; his gaze first focused on the heart in the Monarch’s hand, then widened his eyes in disbelief, followed by a surge of intense anger, and charged out of the airship towards the Monarch.

Boom, boom, boom! A series of explosive sounds, and this Mourning Undead Soldier met the same fate as his companion, with the Monarch plunging another hand into his chest.

The intense explosions also awoke several young nobles inside the airship.

They had already fallen asleep after a meal, but now awoken by the disturbance, they ran out in their robes, just in time to see the Monarch trying to stuff the heart back into the chest of the first Undead Soldier, simultaneously exclaiming, “It seems like it won’t go back in, some of the metal wires inside broke.”

The scene was terrifying, Bess’s legs gave way in fright, and she screamed uncontrollably.