Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Chapter 99: True Holy Light Shines!_l

Translator: 549690339

The Little Zombie-brand digging beast was working at full capacity, excavating a circular pit. Everyone hid in the pit, watching as Ange, functioned like a magic turret, blasting the angels emerging from the light beam to their demise.

As the dust began to blow, everyone had to retract their heads, peeking out once every few minutes.

Only Ange remained above ground, protected by the shade of the little sapling. The wind of solace blew, but it seemed to veer around him.

The little sapling was waving its true leaves, sending fervent messages:

breathe hard__breathe hard

Once the wind of solace picked up, Ange didn’t need to do anything. The angels from the light beam briefly experienced the wind of solace, then immediately invoked the Holy Light Guardian, standing still to resist the wind.

As the wind intensified, their holy lights grew brighter. Eventually, they thrust their longswords into the ground and kneeled, bracing themselves against the wind.

The same was true for the ones after them. As each one emerged, they would stop in their tracks, glowing like ignited magic bulbs.

Negris and Anthony were the most curious, peeking out every few minutes. Each time they looked, more blobs of light had encircled the beam. An hour later, the beam was entirely surrounded by an array of radiant orbs.

From then on, orbs started to go out one by one. Anthony, who had previous experience, did not believe that they had just hidden in the pit.

“Now I understand how that idiot I sent last time died. He endured until he was completely exhausted. He was a third-rank, 1.7-meter-tall angel and was able to resist for a bit longer. These first-rank celestial beings standing 1.9 meters tall are too weak, they didn’t last less than an hour,” Anthony lamented.

“Are you referring to the time when I encountered two black warriors? Yes, I remember. We happened to ride by that day and saw a skeleton kneeling on the ground, with two black warriors standing behind it. I thought that the black warriors had finished off the angel. Who would have known?”

“Is that what you call riding? That was pure torture,” Anthony sneered. He had never seen ‘a horse’ carrying four creatures, including one dragon.

“By the way, why are the angels of lower ranks taller?” Negris asked.

“It’s about density. Newly born angels are first-rank, roughly the same height. As their bodies shrink, they can withstand more force, and their ranks improve,” Anthony concluded. After a pause, he added, “The angel by Lord Ange’s side was likely a fifth-rank four-winged angel in life.”

“Ah? Really? But the holy corpse we found in the Purple Skeleton Plane was only as high as her, and it was the one we dug up on the plane where we found Locke’s hand bone. You said there was a six-winged archangel that had died with Locke. It was probably the one we dug up, but it was only as tall as her.” Negris had just finished speaking when he noticed Anthony’s expression darkening.

“I only gave you a location, how did you go there? Why didn’t you tell me when you dug up the holy corpse?” Anthony gave him a sidelong glance.

“Heh heh, well, uh, the weather… it’s really nice, isn’t it?” Amid the howl of the wind of solace, Negris laughed awkwardly.

Anthony snorted but couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. Mutual suspicion was normal, especially since they hadn’t seen each other in over a thousand years and their interests diverged significantly. Hadn’t Anthony kept his cards close to his chest and left his two black warriors behind?

If Negris showed no signs of suspicion towards him, Anthony would just think he was a fool.

“Forget it, let’s drop it. Do you think the Gods of Light are still alive?” Anthony asked.

When the beam of light initially descended, Anthony thought that the Gods of Light were still alive. But now it seemed that if there was even one God of Light still breathing, they would not let these holy spirit angels behave so foolishly.

“They’re definitely gone. These angels only possess primitive instincts now, and are still not as smart as Angel s angel.”

Without the example of the monarch, Negris would have found it hard to accept the assumption that the Gods of Light were gone. But if the monarch was vanished, why couldn’t the Gods of Light vanish as well? The Gods of Light were nothing compared to the monarch.

Just then, Ange, who had been half-emerged from the pit, suddenly emanated pulses of overwhelming magic power. Fireballs formed one after another and launched continuously, leaving a trail of fire amidst the howling wind of solace.

Ange stopped once the wind of solace intensified. The angels were busy resisting the wind of solace and couldn’t move. Now that Ange was acting again, had something happened?

Everyone hastily peeked out to take a look, resembling a group of ground squirrels poking their heads out of the ground.

They saw numerous blobs of light surrounding the beam, the largest of which was charging toward them, braving the howling wind of solace. Ange’s fireballs were hitting it head-on.

In the wind of solace, not only were their senses limited and their powers weakened, but they also had to withstand the continuous erosion of the wind.

The holy light inflicted extra damage on the undead, and the wind of solace had a similar effect on the holy spirits. The spirits getting hit by a series of fireballs from Ange quickly weakened their holy light. Soon, they came to a halt and collapsed, their holy lights extinguished, bursting into fireballs.

Nevertheless, the Heavenly Staircase was still sending out holy spirits. Another larger luminous figure landed and charged into the wind of solace.

As fireballs rained down one after another, this luminous figure continued to dash forward, absorbing the blasts. The figure’s strength was evidently far superior to the previous holy spirits.

A twinkle appeared in Angel s eyes. The fireball that was fist-sized suddenly shrank to the size of a ping pong ball, but became denser and brighter. Although Angel s casting frequency decreased, the speed of his fireballs significantly increased.

When such a fireball hits the target, it explodes and disperses. Amid a series of ‘bang, bang, bang…’ the advancing luminous figure was blasted backward.

“Well, the fireball has leveled up,” Negris observed, as though he had expected this.

“The level-four Explosive Fireball… No, its power is a bit small, and the magic reaction is odd,” Anthony remarked.

Negris smirked, “That’s because it’s not a level-four Explosive Fireball, it’s a level-two Explosive Fireball.”

“Are you kidding me? Since when is there a level-two Explosive Fireball? Isn’t the Explosive Fireball supposed to be a level-four spell?” Anthony questioned.

“Wait until you can cast a level-one spell thousands of times in a row. Then, you’ll learn,” Negris shrugged, sounding helpless.

Ange’s Burn Wasteland spell was actually the weakest, so his Fireball

Technique was also the weakest. His most proficient spells were Rain Technique, Face Purification Technique, and Purification.

With these three spells, he could use level-one magic power to cast level-two magic through the Hand of Locke and achieve the effects of a level-four spell.

As the proficiency of the Fireball Technique increased, it could yield the same results.

Anthony opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but found himself speechless. After all, Angel s case was right in front of him, and he really hadn’t seen a mage casting a level-one spell thousands of times.

The luminous figure was blasted by Ange into a flaming figure and fell dejectedly. However, an even bigger luminous figure had already landed and charged out of the light beam. It spread its wings, and Ange felt as if the entire world had been illuminated.

A ray of light shot straight at Ange——True Holy Light Flash!

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