Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 279: Chapter 184: Feeding the Evil God (Three-in-One)_3

Translator: 549690339

“Yes, they insulted badly, saying things like the dragon descendants being ridden by people, ridden by thousands, shameless, disgracing the dragon clan, poorly brought up, better off having their blood replaced with piss and be piss descendants even…”.

“Alright, alright, you don’t need to recite in such detail. What about the sub-dragon? What’s its reaction?” Terek’s head was buzzing. These words were too nasty; he could only imagine how the sub-dragon felt when it was being scolded.

Despite being sub-dragons, they too possess the arrogance and pride of the dragon clan. The greatest duty of a sub-dragon rider isn’t to fight, but to serve the sub-dragons well and keep them in a good mood to work. Being scolded definitely wouldn’t make them happy.

“The sub-dragon retorted: ‘You’re the one being ridden.’ Then the unicorn replied: ‘I am happy with that, are you? You disgrace the dragon clan by letting others ride you, would a giant dragon be pleased? There’s a lot more that followed, but I won’t recite it all. Anyway, the sub-dragon doesn’t feel much like eating recently, and doesn’t seem to like being ridden by the knight either.”

Terek was dumbfounded for a moment and then murmured, “Is this still a unicorn? A noble unicorn? With such a venomous mouth?”

Suddenly, a clear dragon chant echoed from the sky. Terek rushed out of the tent just as a silver shadow flashed past the camp at high speed, leaving behind a dragon chant.

From within the camp, a furious roar rang out: “Damn silver dragon, just because you’re an upper-level dragon doesn’t mean you can scold me. I’ll bite you to death!”

A huge warehouse was shattered, and an odd creature about twenty meters in length with a wingspan of forty meters, a short, thick neck, almost no tail, and short, stout limbs, burst through the roof and took to the skies.

With a short neck and no tail, this creature was bulkier than an average giant dragon. Its twenty-meter length and vast girth rivalled that of an adult ancient dragon, and with its strong front claws, it looked more like a giant bat rather than a dragon.

With a flapping sound, it clumsily took off and chased after the silver figure in the distance.

Unable to hold himself back, Terek rebuked, “Idiot, you’re as fat as a pig and you think you can catch up with a silver dragon? It’s clearly luring you away, you lump! How did we end up with a silver dragon here? When did we ever offend the dragon clan?”

Terek never considered the possibility – what if the sub-dragon isn’t stupid? What if it purposely chased after it?

As the chubby sub-dragon left the camp, it began to speak in dragon language to the silver dragon ahead, “What do you mean telling me to quickly leave the camp?”

“Roar!” The silver dragon roared back.

“What do you mean? Speak in dragon language,” the fat sub-dragon said.

The silver dragon went off on a long string of terms.

The fat sub-dragon cut him off, “Alright, I get it.” At this moment, it was just turning its short, stout neck to look back at the camp. A flash of light had erupted from the campsite and in the dark night, it looked like a shining beacon of light.

A few minutes ago, a goblin airship was swinging and swaying in the sky above the Silver Knights’ camp, adjusting its position.

“A bit to the left, a bit forward, a bit more forward.” Based on Ange’s instructions, Negris used voice commands to control the goblins and adjust the position. A black warrior was lurking on the ground, and Ange could use his soul link with him to determine the exact location.

“Alright, hover. There’s an eastward wind of three degrees, load the magic egg.” Negris commanded loudly.

Award Master Gear Vaguli reluctantly pushed a huge magic bomb to the edge of the ship, mumbling:

“Magic eggs aren’t meant to be used like this. They should be shot out using a twin-rail cannon, tracing a beautiful parabola and hitting the target. This is in accordance with mechanical aesthetics, not by just being thrown down from the sky.”

“What are you mumbling about? Hurry up and throw, if you don’t, I’ll throw your World Tree branches down and see if it can crush someone.” Negris scolded.

The moment Vaguli heard this, he pushed the magic egg out instantly as if his ass was on fire and let it freely plummet to the ground.

After pushing the magic egg, he didn’t wait for the result but dashed back into the cabin, rushed to the corner, lifted the cover, and when he saw that the branches of the World Tree were lying intact there, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The light and shockwave from the magic egg’s explosion overturned the entire camp.

Before they had a chance to assess the damage, the rumbling sound of horse hooves came from outside the camp and thousands of Sandmen cavalry, three thousand undead, and war chariots, led by several dozen titans, rushed into the camp.

The Silver Knights, in a panic, released the Holy Spirit Angels, but as soon as these angels appeared, they were brought down by a dark shadow, their holy light completely robbed.

“Fallen Angel Shamara! Shamara!” Panic-stricken cries rang out in the camp.

That night, under the lead of Shamara and the Purple Skeleton Titan, along with thousands of Sandmen cavalry, three thousand undead and war chariots, the entire legion of Silver Knights and apprentice knights were wiped out.

Typically in such battles, for every thousand enemies killed, five to six hundred would be lost. However, unfortunately for them, Ange had too many ways to save people. Normal injuries would get the Face Purification Technique, severed limbs would be treated with Holy Essence Liquid, and even the dead could be revived under the Insect Ash Liquid.

Unless they were extremely unlucky and had the whole head blown off, leaving no soul behind, they could be saved.

After cleaning up the battlefield, two days later, a message from Anthony came in: “Lord of Knowledge, didn’t we agree not to kill people? Why did you suddenly wipe out the whole Silver Knights? What do we do now? Dyson from the Land of Fallen Diocese has proposed a motion to wipe you out. He’s waiting on the vote at the security meeting.”

Negris replied sheepishly, “Hehe, well, we had no choice. Those knights were troublesome. They trampled two rice plants in front of Ange.”