Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1517 - 1078: The Concentration Must Have Gone Off the Charts

Chapter 1517: Chapter 1078: The Concentration Must Have Gone Off the Charts

Ziora gazed at Roland’s corpse, his entire soul unraveling as powerful emotions poured out from him: "I have no descendants, no heirs, nothing, nothing at all..."

This intense feeling was likely his resentment. The mercenary group members couldn’t help but feel a chill down their spines, instinctively distancing themselves from his position.

Roland had been Ziora’s last remaining heir. With his death, the name "Roland" would end here, and the Roland Clan would cease to exist forever.

For the soul of a former noble, someone obsessed with their name and bloodline, this was undoubtedly a devastating blow.

But the situation gave Ziora little time to wallow in despair. A commotion arose outside—the enemy was preparing for a second assault.

"Elder, Heisuo is about to launch a second attack. Please pull yourself together," the mercenary group members urgently called out.

Roland had been the cornerstone of the entire Violet Mercenary Group. With his death, Ziora naturally became the linchpin. In truth, even before Roland’s passing, Ziora had already been a key figure. After all, as a Mourning Undead Soul and now a Mourning Undead Soldier, his presence was far more imposing than Roland’s as an ordinary human.

Yet seeing Ziora in this state, the others couldn’t help but panic. The enemy’s next attack was imminent, but their strongest combat force had lost all morale. As a result, some individuals unconsciously started looking around, searching for another leader to rally behind.

If the core of leadership had once been both Ziora and Roland, then now, without question, the true core of the Violet Mercenary Group—and perhaps even the Underground City—was Silver Coin.

However, Lord Silver Coin was managing far too many responsibilities. Compared to his scope, the Violet Mercenary Group didn’t even qualify as a subsidiary organization. Rumor had it that Lord Silver Coin served even greater superiors, with operations within the Friel Empire and active teams in other planes. As such, it was typically impossible for them to interact with someone of his level.

You couldn’t go running to the boss every time there was a problem with the branch, right? But at this moment, they had no choice. The leadership of the branch had lost its morale, and they could only hope the boss himself was around.

But they were destined to be disappointed. Silver Coin was currently off serving his ultimate boss and wasn’t anywhere near this place.

Outside the winding tunnel, Fire Elements were rapidly gathering, and the signs of an imminent attack were becoming more apparent. Suddenly, Ziora’s shattered soul felt a jolt as a powerful will descended upon him.

"What are you doing?" Anthony’s harsh voice rang out within Ziora’s soul.

Ange had already learned by now that whenever persuasive words were needed, he would always bring along Negris and Anthony.

Ziora’s soul trembled as he spoke in a choked voice: "Lord Anthony, Ro... Roland is dead."

"I know Roland is dead. And you? What are you doing about it?" Anthony barked with authority.

Ziora couldn’t muster any strength in his soul and replied dejectedly, "I... I... I don’t know what to do."

"So just because Roland is dead, you don’t know what to do anymore?" Anthony’s tone shifted to one of calm and commanding reassurance, his words laced with a stabilizing energy.

Ziora replied blankly, "I... what should I do? What can I do?"

"You should figure out how to bring him back to life," Anthony stated matter-of-factly.

"How could that be possible? The dead can’t be resurrected. Are you talking about reviving his body? No, no, I don’t want him to become Undead. Only by truly living can the bloodline of the clan be carried on. Otherwise, what’s the point of a walking corpse? Like me?" Ziora despaired aloud.

Anthony chuckled. "Haha, you know nothing of the Lord’s power, do you?"

Ziora’s heart stirred. He knew Ange was powerful, but how powerful exactly? Could he surpass the Great Ruler? The Great Ruler was the most formidable existence Ziora could imagine, yet even the Great Ruler couldn’t bring the dead back to life. Wasn’t the Great Ruler himself an Undead?

But Anthony’s dismissive tone rekindled a faint glimmer of hope within him. He asked, "What should I do?"

"You actually don’t need to do much, but for the sake of appearances, just shout, ’Lord, Help Me,’ with some sincerity," Anthony suggested. Since Ziora and Ange were already connected by Soul Contact, whether or not he shouted for help didn’t matter. Neither did the sincerity, for that matter.

When Ziora hesitantly shouted, "Lord, Help Me," he immediately felt himself lose control of his body. Simultaneously, an overwhelming power descended upon him. An invisible will guided his hands, conjuring one Array after another out of thin air and slamming them onto the ground.

Ange and his group transmitted through.

Ange stepped out of the Teleportation Array, pressing one hand onto Roland’s body. A radiant Holy Light shot skyward, lifting Roland’s body into the air. Under the purifying light, all of the wounds on his corpse rapidly healed—the dented whip mark on his head smoothed over, vanishing completely. The lifeless body regained its vitality.

With a single punch to Roland’s heart—Rebirth.

Roland’s eyes snapped open, and he stumbled a few steps back, collapsing to his knees in a fit of violent coughing.

Ziora’s eyes widened as he glanced at Ange, then at Roland, and finally at Anthony, his face filled with utter disbelief.

Anthony wore a cryptically profound smile. "Our Lord is omnipotent."

"Omni... omnipotent... omnipotent..." Ziora mumbled automatically, at a loss for words.

Anthony frowned impatiently. "Alright, aren’t you too old to act like someone who’s never seen the world? It’s just resurrection. He hadn’t been dead that long—what’s the big deal? Hurry up and prepare; the enemy is about to attack."

"Oh, oh, right, right." The shock of what happened left Ziora barely capable of thinking. He only moved when prodded by others.

Although stories of resurrection and rebirth abounded in knight novels and religious texts, Ziora wasn’t some naive child. He fully understood just how miraculous this event was. This wasn’t something you could just call "resurrection" casually.

Anthony, of course, didn’t bother to explain that this kind of resurrection only worked on those who had just died. If someone had been dead for a long time, unless their soul retained its memories from life, resurrecting them wouldn’t restore the person they once were. The soul was the core; the body was merely a vessel that could be cultivated anew.

As soon as Ange delivered that punch, he lost interest, turning his attention to the tunnel ahead. The Fire Elements had already amassed to explosive levels, indicating that the enemy was preparing a fire assault.

The Underground City, as its name suggested, was a city beneath the surface. This particular Underground City was carved from within a Giant Rock and connected to the outside world through Teleportation Arrays and various tunnels.

The Teleportation Array could be shut down at any time and wasn’t suitable for transporting large equipment or personnel, so this time, the Heisuo Mercenary Group had opted to land airships on the outer surface of the Giant Rock before infiltrating its interior via interconnected tunnels. Now, the defenders stood guard within the largest of these tunnels, utilizing the restrictive terrain to snipe at the enemy.

But the enemy was no amateur. What was the greatest fear of anyone fighting in underground spaces? Fire attacks, of course. Wild flames were now surging through the tunnels, consuming everything in their path. Meanwhile, the enemy’s mages were amplifying the strength of the gathered Fire Elements, coordinating their efforts, and bracing for a devastating assault.

Ange paid no mind to the Fire Elements, but it was the Power of Chaos interwoven with them that posed a trickier challenge.

Recognizing this, Ange pulled out a handful of Chaos Stones, conjured a Fireball with one hand, and began tossing the Chaos Stones into it one by one.

Negris and Anthony exchanged a glance, their faces simultaneously reflecting astonishment. Though they couldn’t perceive the Power of Chaos directly, they knew full well the consequences of Ange’s actions. Throwing in so many Chaos Stones would undoubtedly cause the surrounding concentration of Chaos Power to skyrocket.