Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1059

Chapter 1059: Chapter 624: Big Tree, you didn't mention this just now Chapter 1059: Chapter 624: Big Tree, you didn't mention this just now Just then, Aestolia cocked her head as if listening to something, then lifted up a Delivery Magic Circle. Quickly, a phantom of a Teleportation Array overlaid on top of it, and with a flash of white light, Ange stepped out through the air.

Witnessing this scene, Tyranus expressed his surprise, “Isn't that an Elf? How did your Elf become his?”

Tyranus had actually been paying attention to Aestolia all along because the Forbidden Magic Domain was a perfect counter to their Titans. Pure element Titans like the Thunder Titan could potentially be “gone” if they fell into a Forbidden Magic Domain.

Now seeing this Elf, who they were wary of, effortlessly bring Ange over without consulting the God of Life, and clearly establishing a deep connection–otherwise, such guidance wouldn't have been possible.

Only a deep connection could allow for the coordination of creating a Delivery Magic Circle here and a Teleportation Array there, such precise cooperation. But this was clearly an Elf, the kind of Elf known for exclusivity.

The God of Life spoke leisurely, “This is the cultivator of my child, and my child listens to him…”

Alright, Tyranus realized what kind of existence he was facing; this was a lord shared by the Undead and the Elves.

But very quickly, Tyranus realized he was wrong. Giant Dragons, Stellaris Mages, the Church of Light, the Dwarven Empire, and other powers started arriving one after another, lights from the Teleportation Arrays flickering continuously.

Each person who teleported in first greeted Ange with a salute and then stepped aside. This person wasn't just a lord shared by the Undead and the Elves; he was clearly also a lord of the Giant Dragons, the Stellaris, the Dwarves, and the Light.

What surprised Tyranus the most was that even the Dwarves stood by Ange's side, with Steel Hammer at the forefront glaring at him, his eyes filled with a rage that suggested an irreconcilable vendetta. What was going on?

Weren't Dwarves supposed to claim lineage from the Titans? Although Tyranus didn't acknowledge this blood relation, the Dwarves used to show him much respect. What had happened?

Seeing this development, Tyranus knew he had truly been outplayed.

It couldn't really be considered being outplayed, since the Dragon Mage had initially suggested, “Why not leave?” It was only when Tyranus was unwilling to accept this that the other party began offering bad advice.

The Master Plane had already formed a unified force with a powerful lord. Under such circumstances, causing an elemental imbalance to transform it into the Abyss Dimension was very difficult.

In this situation, the best course of action was negotiation.

“Let's negotiate. Release all the Titans and give us a habitat rich in Thunder Elements, and we can stop all action,” Tyranus boomed with a voice like rolling thunder, sounding utterly self-assured to the point of bluff.

“You burned my fields!” Ange didn't respond to his words but instead spoke with anger.

“What?” It was just a few fields that were burned, but did that matter? This was a plane war; only some fields were burnt, very few people died–why mention such trivialities?

“You burned my fields!” Ange repeated furiously, his scales churning–Dragon God Transformation.

Previously, Ange's Dragon God Transformation would turn him into an ordinary-sized humanoid Dragon God, but this time, the transformed Dragon God looked excessively strong.

His body size was seven or eight times larger than before, with broad shoulders forming an inverted triangle, long arms, a slender waist, and swollen, powerful legs–it was clear he had a nimble yet powerful physique, not the kind of dead flesh built in a magic fitness room.

Negris was shocked, “A new form of Dragon God? What have you done?”

If Negris had seen the Dragon God from the God of Light's Consciousness Space, he would not have considered it a new form. This was clearly another step closer to the true essence of a Dragon God.

Ange had no time to care about that now, his mind filled with the Titans who “burned his fields.” After the transformation, his hands crackled with electrical energy, casting nearly thirty-two Lightning Techniques in a second, and the strong Thunder Element forged Lightning Spears.

At this moment, the Lightning Spear already had over a dozen lightning balls threaded onto it.

Ange gripped the Lightning Spear with both hands and leaped forward.

In an instant, his figure vanished, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of the nearest Titan. The Lightning Spear thrust downward: “You burned my fields!”

Bright flashes of lightning split the air, raining down on Ange like a torrent, but he took it hard, enduring each strike. After the storm of electricity, another lightning ball appeared on his Lightning Spear.

The next moment, he leaped forward, appearing before another Titan, “Burn my fields!”

“Flash? Feiti's Flash!?” Such an instant technique that allowed one to appear before the enemy was strikingly similar to Feiti's Flash.

Negris loudly contested, “Nonsense! This is the Spatial Transfer of our Ancient Dragons, conjured by the combined effort of the Prophet Dragon and the Space Dragon! It's certainly not Feiti's Flash.”

“Dragon… Dragon God?” Tyranus finally remembered what Ange had transformed into, “The natural enemy of the Serpent of Misfortune, the Dragon God! Big Tree, you didn't mention this before.”

The Tree of Life responded leisurely, “I forgot, now I remember. There's also the God of Fraudsters, right? What else…”

“Pff…” Tyranus felt an urge to vomit blood; why forget such a critical piece of information?

He now understood why the Serpent of Misfortune had set him up–it was the Dragon God, the natural enemy of the Serpent.

So, the Serpent of Misfortune had coaxed them to burn fields, and now this 'Dragon God' was shouting about someone burning 'his fields'; could it be that burning his fields was some kind of taboo?

In the blink of an eye, Ange had already jumped in front of the third Titan, impaling one after another, and three more lightning balls appeared on his Lightning Spear.

“Stop! Let's talk this through!” Tyranus could no longer hold back, manifesting from the clouds into a Flesh Giant towering twenty meters tall.

“Burn my fields!” Ange paid no heed to him, leaping forward. Now it wouldn't matter who came; he wouldn't stop until he had turned these culprits, who had burned his fields, into shish kebabs.

“Damn it!” Tyranus, feeling ignored, conjured a Lightning Spear and hurled it at the spot where Ange had leapt.

Ange's figure paused, his hand reaching out to grab Tyranus's Lightning Spear.

How could a normal person possibly catch such a fast-moving lightning? Not even clearly visible, this was lightning; even Tyranus himself couldn't see it clearly.

But Ange's hand closed firmly, without any gimmicks, catching the Lightning Spear.

“How is that possible!” Tyranus's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

Even Negris couldn't believe it, crying out, “How is that possible? How did you do it? Did you use the Prophet Dragon's premonitions?”

Was the full-form Dragon God really that terrifying? No wonder it was the natural enemy of the Serpent of Misfortune. My god, how could they continue to fight? Should they run away? Finally, Tyranus felt an urge to escape.

Just then, Ange's form rapidly shrank, his scales retreating, as his transformation time came to an end.

This revelation stirred excitement in Tyranus, “It's not the Dragon God, it's a transformation! He was transformed, and the transformation time is up. Hahahaha, die!”

He quickly conjured another Lightning Spear and threw it at Ange.

The Lightning Spear struck the now reverted Ange's bones, scattering in all directions, leaving him completely unharmed.

“Trouble…trouble now, the skeleton seems… seems to be elementally immune,” Tyranus stammered, remembering something.

The Dragon God was fearsome, but at least it could be injured; however, an elementally immune Mourning Skeleton seemed to be even more troublesome than the Dragon God.

“Uh, why can he still cast magic?” The next moment, as Ange released a row of magic missiles, Tyranus, bewildered, said.

Chapter end

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