Love eventually flows like water

A thousand years after the Undead Empire vanished, the little skeleton who used to farm was still tending to his fields, until the summoning portal reopened.
"Are you guys hungry? I’ve been farming for a thousand years and have stored a tiny bit of food."
"Have these fields been deserted? Can I plant things?"
"The princess's city on the hill doesn’t allow farming? Then never mind, I won't go."
"They want to tax me but won't let me farm? Wipe them out!"

Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

If Ange's fighting style was precise and flawless, the Undead King's style was overbearing and fierce. Every stream of dark energy unleashed from the energy orb was split through the air by the Scythe of the Undead.


Or during a tactical retreat, he would whittle them down before cleaving them apart. Those unaware might think the Monarch was wielding not a scythe, but an axe.


Shadows burst repeatedly from the energy orb, angrily entangling in a brawl with the Undead King. Amidst a flurry of slashes, the shadow's form was split into seventeen or eighteen segments, falling back into the orb. After a while, a new shadow surged out again.


The entire process kept repeating, seemingly for a considerable length of time.


Seeing that the Monarch was not in any danger, Ange and the others quickly withdrew back into the mist, quietly hiding and watching from a distance.


Chapter 839: Let's Not Move