Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 373: Breath of Death: Shockwave_3

Purple Gold Body remained unscathed, but the effects of the Breath of Death Shockwave made it hot to touch and smoke slightly. Ange shook it a bit before returning it back inside the Resting Camp.

If Steadfast Locke knew his skeleton was being used as a shield, he would probably rise from his grave to smash Ange’s head in.

“Who…who are you!?” the Undead asked trembling.

“The Undead God.” Ange murmured in response, extending a hand, it immediately sweeping and creating a mist, obscuring the spot he was at.

The Undead God? The Undead was bewildered. What did that mean?

If Ange claimed he was Steadfast Locke, the Undead might have been somewhat skeptical. After all, Ange had brought out a Purple Gold Skeleton.

Only two Purple Gold Skeletons existed in the world. One belonged to Locke, the other to Harvey. Since Harvey was still alive, it couldn’t belong to him. Thus, the Purple Gold Skeleton could only belong to Locke.

But claiming he was the Undead God, it was so laughable that the Undead couldn’t help but want to chuckle. If he wanted to scare someone, he shouldn’t make such an unreliable boast.

However, Ange’s actions put him on alert again. The Breath of Death Mist? What was the skeleton up to?

“Are you trying to mimic me? Unfortunately, only one Breath of Death Shockwave can be launched at a time in a Land of Deathly Silence, because the death breath stored here has already been depleted by me,” the Undead jovially declared.

Regardless if it was the Breath of Death Shockwave or ordinary large-scale magic, similar consequences would occur. The elements in an area would be completely used up, leaving none for the next magic spell.

This is why Water Mages preferred humid environments and Fire Wizards loved the mouth of volcanos. The environment was half the battle when it came to casting spells.

The death breath had been entirely consumed by him; even if the skeleton wished to imitate him, there was no death breath left to command. Could he be simply attempting to obscure the view?

Amidst the Undead’s puzzling thoughts, an immense force pooled in the mist before abruptly emitting a column of black light.

“How can…” The Undead only managed to let out a cry before being swallowed by the black light column. Even the skeletal horse revolving in front of him vanished without a trace.

Ange looked at the position where the Undead disappeared and then at his hand. The flames of the soul on his palm continuously burnt, transforming into a pure death breath.

What is death breath? It’s merely the energy of a diluted soul. Even if the death breath was consumed, one could simply use soul energy as a substitute, right?

As the Undead God, Ange was abundant in one thing, and that was soul energy!

Seems like the Breath of Death Shockwave was, without a doubt, the best trick up his sleeve. The limited amount of Magic Power he possessed only allowed him to cast one or two levels of other spells and, at most, compress them to a fourth-level power: enough to touch an enemy’s shield, but not brudge it.

The Breath of Death Shockwave did not require much Magic Power, just a large amount of death breath. Almost as if it was custom-made for him.

Realizing this, Ange felt a strong urge to return something to that Undead. The value of this trick was too great.

But looking around, there was no trace of the Undead remaining. It had been completely obliterated.

Just then, a flash of white light burst from behind. Ange turned around to see a holy light column piercing out from the top of the relay tower, disappearing simultaneously with the horrific roar from the Relay Spirit within the tower.

That’s not good! Did Little Sky use the Holy Light on the Relay Spirit?