Chapter 447 – The Blackdeath Tree Bears Fruit

“Zombie dolls can heal physical injuries on undead creatures, and ghost dolls can heal injuries to an undead creature’s soul. If there are no injuries, they can also strengthen an undead creature’s body and enhance its spiritual awareness,” Sylph said.

“Heal injuries on undead creatures?” Mo Lan said in surprise. “I’ve never heard of anything that can directly heal undead creatures!”

Undead creatures had decaying bodies and fragmented souls, vastly different from truly living beings. Healing Magic that worked on the living had absolutely no effect on undead creatures.

Their bodies could be swapped out and discarded at any time. There wasn’t even really a concept of “injury” for them—only damage to be repaired or parts to be replaced.

“Supposedly, as soon as they eat one, their injuries heal right up.” Sylph didn’t know the specifics either. “Lilith, Vasida, your undead servants are injured, aren’t they? Why not try them out and see how they work!”

Lilith and Vasida nodded and brought out their undead servants. They were about to reach out and pick the fruits when Sylph stopped them.

“The doll fruits on the mutant blackdeath tree have to be wrapped in Death Force when you pick them, otherwise they’ll run away!”

“Run away how?” Vasida asked curiously.

“No idea. Why don’t you try it and find out?” Sylph had only been told this by the mutant blackdeath tree itself.

Vasida tentatively reached out to poke the nearest zombie doll fruit. But when her fingertip was still a centimeter away from the doll fruit’s glossy little black face, the fruit startled as if frightened, its tiny mouth forming an “O” shape. With a shrill “Ahhh!” scream, the branch hanging from its neck retracted, and it transformed into a round knot on the branch, vanishing without a trace.

Vasida, her finger still frozen in place: “…”

Who exactly was the one getting startled here!

“Let’s just use Death Force to pick them!” Lilith said. “That sonic attack may not be as bad as the Screaming Wind Chime Flower, but it’s still pretty terrifying!”

The two of them converted their Mana into Death Force and wrapped it around the zombie doll fruits.

The zombie doll fruits took on expressions of blissful enjoyment.

One tug, and they came right off.

“Hmm… how do you use these? Just feed them directly to Nick and the others?” Lilith asked.

A zombie death servant’s stomach was packed full of preservative materials! It didn’t even have digestive organs.

“No! Zombie dolls just need to be slapped directly onto the damaged part of the corpse. Ghost dolls are fed to the soul fire to consume, or you can just slap them onto the undead servant’s head,” Sylph said.

Vasida and Lilith nodded.

One wrapped a zombie doll fruit in Death Force and slapped it onto Spicy Hotpot’s most severely injured right leg.

The other slapped one onto Nick’s left arm.

Back then, Spicy Hotpot and Nick had run into a zombie squad. The moment they came face to face, the zombie squad had surrounded them and started tearing at them.

Even though they’d intervened in time, the rule against personally attacking another witch’s zombie death servants meant they still couldn’t prevent Spicy Hotpot and Nick from having a thigh ripped off and an arm twisted free.

They hadn’t even managed to recover the leg and arm.

Originally, they would have needed to obtain new arm and thigh corpse materials, process them, and sew them on. But now, the moment the zombie dolls were slapped on, the two of them miraculously grew new thighs and arms all on their own.

Dead corpses regenerating—this was absolutely groundbreaking news.

Vasida excitedly snapped over a dozen photos. “Sylph, when are you going to list the {Seed Card – Mutant Blackdeath Tree} and the mutant blackdeath tree Hybrid Magic? I want to introduce the mutant blackdeath tree to my mother! She’ll definitely love it!”

“Clack~”

Mo Lan felt a sudden weight on her left leg and looked down.

Since its creation, the little skeleton that had always orbited around Zhizhi was now, for the very first time, voluntarily hugging Mo Lan’s thigh. It tilted its skull upward, its soul fire flickering bashfully, transmitting its longing for the doll fruits on the blackdeath tree. Then her right leg grew heavy too—Zhizhi had come to join in the fun.

“Zhizhi!” Master, Clack wants fruit!

“…” With two little ones hanging from her legs and unable to walk, Mo Lan had no choice but to say to Sylph, “When you list them, I’ll buy one to grow too.”

“I’ll list them right away,” Sylph said. “And these fruits—don’t be shy, just pick them all and feed them to your undead servants! Even without injuries, eating them is good for an undead creature’s body and soul.

As long as the doll fruits don’t disappear, the undead creatures outside the camp barrier won’t leave. The fruits carry a unique aura that exerts an intense pull on undead creatures.”

Mo Lan, Lilith, and Sylph picked all the doll fruits together.

They fed every last one to their undead servants.

Spicy Hotpot and Nick recovered from their injuries, the little skeleton’s soul fire burned more vigorously than ever, and Egg Fried Rice’s limbs, which had been showing signs of decay, looked completely renewed.

They were incredibly excited while eating, but once they finished, they stumbled around as if drunk, then collapsed into their coffins to sleep and digest.

“These fruits feel even more effective than Bone Spirit potion and soul essence!” Mo Lan said, sensing the little skeleton’s condition through the undead servant contract.

“Well, they are fruits grown from consuming all those fresh corpses,” Sylph said.

During its growth, the mutant blackdeath tree didn’t just need to be fed corpses—they had to be fresh corpses that hadn’t had their soul essence extracted and still carried the aura of a soul.

If not for Mo Lan’s corpse material card, nurturing a tree like this would have taken an unimaginable amount of effort.

“Look outside the camp!” Lilith said.

Once all the zombie dolls and ghost dolls on the mutant blackdeath tree had been picked and eaten, the undead creatures outside the camp seemed to suddenly snap back to their senses, as if their lost souls had returned all at once.

They instantly plunged into an enormous free-for-all, fighting so fiercely that the sky darkened and everything dissolved into chaos.

Even the logistics skeletons—the lumberjack skeletons, carpenter skeletons, and tree-planting skeletons—got swept up in the brawl.

Bone frames and zombie limbs flew everywhere, while soul fires and Ghosts burst apart like fireworks.

Mo Lan and the others stood on their flying carpet, watching the scene unfold, at a complete loss.

“Should we try to stop this?” Vasida said. “If this keeps up, how many will even be left standing?”

Many of the zombies and skeletons weren’t being killed in combat—they were being trampled to death.

“How would we even stop them?” Lilith countered.

These undead creatures had all been drawn here by the doll fruits produced by the mutant blackdeath tree. Now that they were in a blood frenzy, how could they possibly be calmed down easily? After all, even under normal circumstances when two sides of undead creatures clashed, they wouldn’t listen even if the witches shouted “Stop!” in Witch language!

Fighting their own kind, acquiring materials for resupply, strengthening themselves, becoming a capable asset for their master—these were goals etched into the very soul of every witch’s undead servant left to roam freely in the Black Forest. Nothing and no one could make them stop.

Normally, each side held its own territory, and skirmishes only broke out when they happened to cross paths while wandering. If injured, they at least had the chance to retreat to their graves to rest and recover.

This time, it was truly a fight to determine a winner.