Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 180: The Shrunken Little Angel_1

Indeed, the Holy Spirit Angel leaped into the air, pushing both hands forward, and an energy column of light was shot out.

Ange started running the moment the Holy Spirit Angel jumped up, but he was too far away to react properly. He could only helplessly watch the beam of light aiming towards Feilin and Lisa, then saw a white figure cut into the line of fire between the beam and Feilin and Lisa, blocking the light column.

The light column hit the skeleton of the angel, instantly vaporizing all of its flesh and hair, and then burned its bones, emitting thick white smoke.

Yet it did not back down, firmly ’embrace’ this beam of light, the soul inside it let out a painful scream: “Ahhhhh!”

Although the light column was held by it, the power of Holy Light was scorching its soul and bones. Those places where the bones were long corroded by the breath of death, now layer by layer, evaporated through corrosion.

The soul was also burned by Holy Light, if this continues, the Holy Soul would soon be incinerated by the Holy Light.

Ange’s head surged with immense heat, and his soul instantly connected with that of the angelic skeleton. A continuous stream of Soul Energy gushed over.

Could a mere Holy Light Flash possibly incinerate the soul protected by the Undead God?

Obviously, it couldn’t. The angelic skeleton cried out in pain, the louder it cried, the more vigorous it seemed, and the tighter it held onto the beam of light, holding it into a ‘group’. ‘Catching’ Holy Light with bare hands was one of its strong suits.

The distant paladins were all dumbfounded. What’s happening? A little girl turned into a skeleton, and she caught the Holy Light from the Holy Spirit Angel?

Something’s not right, something seems off.

The paladins felt something was not right, but the Holy Spirit Angel, being the blockhead that it was, didn’t. After it landed, it spread its wings and was about to fly in the direction of the angelic skeleton.

The paladins immediately flew over. One shielded his head, another his hands, another his feet, yet another his eyes. Then they took the holy shroud and tied him up to the horse he used to ride.

If they didn’t do this, the Holy Spirit Angel, who would fight to death, would lead everyone on the path of no return.

After securing their own unstable factors, the paladins looked toward the angelic skeletons. They saw that many of the skeleton’s bones had already been burned off, with all the tips of the ribs having completely disappeared and four or five fingers gone. It was entirely following the palm of the hand to hold onto the Holy Light.

Then, guess what? The bones of the angelic skeleton were originally Holy bones, and when hit by Holy Light, they would be reborn, but Ange’s Holy Light didn’t contain the will of the god, so it would give birth to false angels.

However, now under the burning of the Holy Light, after those parts corroded by the breath of the dead had melted away, the incomplete bones of the angelic skeleton began to regenerate. The group of Holy Light it held no longer posed a threat, but instead, it started to restore its body.

Bones regenerated, flesh regenerated, consciousness regenerated…

While the Holy bones recovered, the Holy spirit that originally belonged to these Holy bones would also be reborn. But at this time, the spirit occupying the Holy bones was an undead, sensing the recovery of the Holy spirit, the Angelic Skeleton promptly ‘bit’ it, even smacking its mouth.

Even the most robust Holy Spirit is vulnerable at the moment of rebirth. It didn’t even make a sound before it was devoured.

Finally, the entire beam of Holy Light was absorbed by the angelic skeleton. The ‘holy’ power contained in the Holy Light was originally enough to evaporate its soul, but the Undead God was by its side, covering it. At any cost, its soul energy firmly neutralizes the damage from the Holy Light.

The angel skull, reverted to its little girl appearance… well, it could no longer be called an ‘angel skull.’ The Holy Light had restored it to an actual angel, with only the consciousness of the Holy Spirit replaced by the Undead Soul.

At this moment, the little angel was so white it seemed to be glowing. Two clusters of light at the shoulder blade area hadn’t dissipated yet. It turned towards Ange and let out an ‘ahh’ sound.

Ange quickly rushed over, unfolded its wings to attach them. The two lingering clusters of light immediately branched out along the wings, extending beyond the wing joints to form two light wings.

Negris, who saw this from afar, furiously tapped his little paw, “I see, I’ve always thought that the wings of a four-winged or six-winged angel are too large, which doesn’t conform to aerodynamics. So, the second pair of wings are wings of light in an energy state. Steadfast Bone should have caught me a Four-Winged Angel to study back then. I wouldn’t have had to guess this up until now.”

Brooks, who was standing beside him, heard his words and expressionlessly distanced himself. The ancestor had a real big mouth, casually saying he would capture a Four-Winged Angel for research, not even afraid of the Holy Spirits going mad.

If Negris heard Brooks’s thoughts, he would probably say: Don’t be scared, the remaining Holy Spirits are all planted in the ground.

Regrettably, no one would believe these words even if he said them out loud. Sigh, sometimes the truth is too bizarre, it’s like a minotaur auntie doing a handstand.

“Huh, those paladins want to escape. Brooks, hurry, you’re faster, stop them.” Negris said.

Not hearing a response, he turned to look. Brooks had already moved over ten meters away, pretending not to hear him.

“Brooks!” Negris roared in anger.

Brooks gave a helpless bitter smile: “Ancestor, I can’t engage them. If they attack, I can help you drive them away, but if they run and I stop them, it will exacerbate the situation. It could embroil the Dragon Clan in this dispute. I really don’t want to provoke those crazies at the Church of Light.”

“Oh, right, you are the Dragon Clan Chief.” After a slight pause, Negris roared again: “What use are you then! Can’t you just kill them all so nobody knows you did anything?”

Brooks was under a barrage of verbal abuse, but recognizing the truth in the statement, he could only endure the scolding with his head down.

He hadn’t thought that much at the time. When he heard that Negris was selling himself off, he said ‘I’ll sell myself off too,’ bargaining the deal at two years.

He had thought that as a powerhouse of truth, granting two years of his protection, wouldn’t they serve him reverently in return? No, he was directly put to work, building that ridiculously long road.

Well, he would work then. Who’s afraid? Whatever Ange could do, he could do as well.

Once confident, Brooks was exhausted and resorted to being lazy, then blackmailed by Negris into building a teleportation array. The materials even came from his own private savings. It was all so heartbreaking.

He couldn’t work more than others, his protection seemed unneeded, and now, even in a fight, his status held him back. It was just like Negris said: What’s the point of having this dragon?!

Before Negris could finish cursing, holy light flashed from a distance again. This time it came from the little angel. The beam of light was much thicker than before. The fleeing paladins were knocked over by the light, limping and tumbling over each other.

The little angel raised her face in excitement and let out an ‘ahh’ sound towards Ange.

Ange tilted his head to look at her, the little angel who had unleashed the Holy Light Flash. Not only had her flesh not carbonized, but her height seemed to have: “You’ve shrunk.”