The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 438 The Simple Skeleton

While Lilith and Vasita went to find the sleeping zombies, Moran went alone to the place where the skeletons gathered.

She plans to raise skeletons; more than zombies, she needs to learn how to maintain and repair skeletons.

Unfortunately, Ms. Ginia preferred zombies, and the few skeleton squads in the zombie army were all logistics personnel.

They're either cutting down trees to make coffins or planting trees; either way, the chances of getting injured are slim.

Moreover, the tools they used were quite new, as if they had just been replaced recently.

These skeletons are probably of no value to Ms. Genia; she doesn't need them to become powerful, as long as they can provide coffins for the zombie army to rest in.

Moran examined them thoroughly and found that the lumberjack skeletons had only carried too many trees and had slight wear and tear on their shoulder bones, but it did not affect their mobility.

So her "medical ethics" vanished for a moment, and she materialized a large pile of strong and fresh bones, several large vats of bone spirit potions, and a pile of metal materials.

Using amplification, say: "Break your own bones, replace them with brand new, strong human bones, and you'll also get a bone spirit potion and partial body gilding!"

Not a single skeleton could resist this temptation.

Even the dumbest skeleton will carve things that are good for its own skeleton into its soul fire; it's a survival instinct.

Strong human bones, magic potions, and gold ore were laid out there, and this person was the "friend" the master had described as trustworthy.

"Crack!"

"Oh!"

"Snapped!"

"Bang!"

……

The skeleton wielding an axe chopped at itself; the skeleton carrying a bucket slapped its own thigh with a ladle; the skeleton with a wood shaving knife began to carve itself.

The most outrageous thing was that the skeletons carrying the trees all withdrew their death power, and when their necks were pressed down on the tree trunks, their necks were crushed by the unsupported trunks. The skulls carrying the soul fire rolled to Moran's feet.

"!!!" Upon seeing this, the other skeletons swung their axes even harder, leaving afterimages as they smashed the ladles, and they shaving with even more force using their wood shavings.

Before long, Moran was surrounded by many skeletons with necrosis of the entire body, with only their heads remaining intact.

She immediately put all the materialized skeletal skeletons of the middle-aged men into the Bone Spirit Potion Vat: "I'll soak your new skeletons first, and then I'll replace them. In the meantime, I'll repair your old bones so you can save them for future use."

The skeletons' soul flames flickered, filled with excitement.

The master is right, friends can be trusted!
Moran collected the rotten bones from the skeletons and repaired them one by one, improving his hands-on skills in repairing and maintaining skeletons.

She also put the repaired skeleton into the Bone Spirit Potion Jar to soak, as soaking in this potion is good for bones.

Replacing the skeleton with a new one is much easier. You can simply use the Soul Nourishing Technique to wrap the soul fire, take the soul fire out of the original skull, and then put it into the new skeleton skull.

After she had changed everything, the skeletons followed her closely, escorting her back to the camp.

"Go back! Take your time to soak in Bone Spirit Potions!" Moran waved to them before entering the camp's protective magic circle.

As he walked towards his tent, he exclaimed, "These skeletons are so kind! Choosing to raise skeleton undead servants was definitely the right decision!"

Vasita and Lilith returned from the cemetery before her to prepare for dinner.

Vasita said, "I wrote to my mother about what we've been doing all these days, and guess what she said?"

"What?" Moran pondered. They must be happy that they had thoroughly rectified the entire army of Death Servants that she hadn't had the energy or time to maintain! "Ms. Geria said that we were practically Death itself," Lilith said with a smirk.

"She also said she had never seen anyone use new corpse materials to lure skeletons and zombies into self-harming before repairing them," Vasita added.

“Wait, I didn’t attack the zombies either—it was you? You attacked the zombies?” Moran asked.

Lilith and Vasita nodded and said in unison, "We learned it from you."

Unfortunately, there was no way around it; the zombies lying rotten in their graves, unable to move, were a minority. They repaired only a few before running out of options.

Just then, I saw Moran's gameplay and learned it incredibly quickly!

The graveyard is still full of zombies, and the two of them haven't finished repairing it yet!

"..." Moran didn't know what to say, and after a long while, she managed to stammer out, "We're clearly giving zombies and skeletons new living bodhisattvas for free, okay?"

“What is a living Bodhisattva?” Vasida asked.

"They're a very compassionate and kind god. Undead creatures don't feel pain, so that's not self-harm, that's a transaction! They haven't had any new corpse materials in ages!" Moran said.

They've all been left to roam freely here, just waiting for the survival of the fittest to select the strongest to take back as death servants. They only come to check on them every few years, and there hasn't been any major repair. She thinks this is a win-win situation!

“That’s right! We got the corpse materials for free!” Vasita and Lilith gradually became more and more confident.

“Let’s eat, let’s go to the cemetery after we finish eating! There are still a lot of zombies lying there waiting for us to fix them!” Vasita said.

They finished their meal in a flash and then ran out of the camp again.

Moran strode into his tent.

The day before yesterday, Zizi told her that the little skeleton's soul fire had been fully cultivated.

However, she still had a few skeletons that she hadn't repaired, so she let Zizi continue to keep them.

In any case, nurturing the Soul Flame is more beneficial than harmful.

At the small table in the living room, Zizi sat there, resting her chin on her hand, nodding her head back and forth.

On the table sat an oil lamp and a magic alarm clock.

The flame of the soul on the lamp had turned completely pale green and had even grown larger than before.

"Ding! Added essence!" the magic alarm clock jumped up and shouted.

Squeak woke up in a second. Before the alarm clock could jump up and headbutt it, I grabbed it and tapped the button on its head, and it calmed down.

Just as it was about to add soul essence to the lamp, Moran stopped it: "No need to add any more. Let its soul fire settle in the skeleton immediately."

Squeak breathed a sigh of relief, lay flat on the carpet, and started snoring softly.

It has really been tough lately, it hasn't been able to get a full night's sleep.

But it insisted on not losing face in front of its future little brother and had to complete the task of taking care of the little skeleton's soul fire, which made it so tired.

Moran floated it onto the sofa and laid it down, then pulled up a small blanket to cover its belly, which was exposed from its sleeping position with its paws in the air.

Then he carried the oil lamp to the workshop.

The little skeleton's skeletal frame is still soaking in the Bone Spirit Potion.