Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1060

Chapter 1060: Chapter 625: Lure Him Out, I'll Ambush Chapter 1060: Chapter 625: Lure Him Out, I'll Ambush We can't keep going like this; the opponent's bizarre abilities are endless. The Mourning Skeleton, immune to elemental damage, has completely negated my greatest strength. Titans can't inflict elemental harm, drastically reducing the number of usable skills. If this goes on, I might lose.

With this thought, Tyranus hesitated no longer and shouted loudly, “All Titans, merge! I will form the core!”

The Titans who had already retreated behind Tyranus immediately released electric sparks that fell onto Tyranus, forming a semicircular electric grid with him at the center.

In a moment, the energy intensity of Tyranus surged wildly, the air around him crackling as if it were being pierced by extremely high voltage.

The next moment, Tyranus conjured a thick electric whip and swung it with force.

Ange almost instantly half-crouched and raised his hand to prop up the Guardian Barrier. It was the first time the Guardian Barrier was used on himself.

The electric whip struck the barrier, emitting a tremendous boom, as if dozens of thunderclaps had exploded simultaneously.

Visible to the naked eye, with Ange as the center, the light twisted and a shockwave spread out, causing those nearby to instinctively duck their heads.

After the electric whip, the rows of bursting missiles that Ange had cast in front of him all vanished, directly obliterated by the impact.

Tyrone's expression tightened as he spoke in a low voice, “This isn't good, Lord Ange is being countered.”

Auburnli was unconcerned, “How can that be? Ange has so many Divine Techniques, he won't be countered so easily.”

Tyrone shook his head, “No matter how many Divine Techniques, they need to hit the target. The time for Lord's Dragon God Transformation has ended. Without the critical advantage of speed, as long as the Titan controls the distance, it will be very troublesome for the Lord.”

Hiludi eagerly asked at the side, “Should we go help? Should we go help?”

Tyrone rolled his eyes, “Definitely not, the difference in power is too great. If you get close, you might be charred by a surge of electricity in an instant. Haven't you seen that no one else has made a move, even the God of Life hasn't acted? Don't be impatient.”

As Tyrone had predicted, without the advantage of speed, the Titan's strength could finally be fully wielded. With every flick of the electric whip, Ange was in distress. His magic level was too low, he couldn't release it properly, and each lash from the electric whip could detonate all of the exploding fireballs.

After enduring two lashes, Ange gave up on magic and reached out to conjure a Lightning Spear, hurling it with all his might.

Tyranus pressed forward with an open palm as quick as lightning, the almost imperceptible Lightning Spear trailing a path filled with countless fine electric sparks in the air.

It was as if the Lightning Spear had entered an invisible net. As it revealed its trajectory, its speed rapidly decreased, eventually stopping in front of Tyranus, trembling slightly before dissipating into the air.

Ange reached out with a grasping gesture, and an endless stream of Thunder Element gathered in his palm. The Lightning Spear reappeared in his hand.

Watching from the ground, Purple Corpse looked at the Thunderbolt Javelin in his hand and had an epiphany. He said to the Great Shaman, “I understand why the Thunderbolt Javelin is disposable in the hands of a Titan.”

The Great Shaman nodded, “Both are creations of energy, but the Lightning Spear has a much higher Energy Level than the Thunderbolt Javelin.”

Excited, Purple Corpse said, “Let's get the Lord to switch ours to Lightning Spears later.”

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Just like that, Ange and Tyranus were bombarding each other, one with a spear and the other with a whip.

After a while, everyone got a bit bored. Auburnli even began to mimic the tone of the Thunder Lord presiding over a contest, mumbling under her breath, “Alright, we've come to the garbage time of the match, and everyone has entered a tactical stalemate. Those who can't hold it in can take this opportunity to orderly exit the arena, go out for a bath, brush their teeth, eat something, and then come back. You on the left, if you shove me again, I'll throw you out.”

Hiludi blinked and asked in confusion, “Why add that last bit? No one is pushing, right?”

“Oh, it's just a habit of Thunder's. If you add that, people won't push. If you don't, they really will,” Auburnli explained.

“Oh,” Hiludi understood. “It's a preemptive warning. It's not because she saw someone pushing, but with so many people here, no one can see if there actually is someone pushing. Lord Thunder is so cunning.”

“Yes, very cunning. I wonder how it's doing now, whether it's eating well, or if that big cat is bullying it. I don't understand why Ange didn't bring the others back with him, bringing Feiti back would have been much less trouble,” Auburnli said, worriedly.

“Oh come on, Granny Auburnli, it's so incongruous for you to talk like that with your current face. Thunder can take care of itself, it's not a child, it's even older than you,” Tyrone couldn't help saying.

Auburnli's face was that of a little loli, making it unbearable for people to listen to her speaking so seriously.

As an Element Creature, Thunder might have lived even longer than Auburnli. When timid, it could act like a squirrel, and when tough, it could pretend to be a muscled kangaroo; there was no need to worry about it.

Auburnli's face turned stern as she placed her hands on her hips, and Tyrone suddenly got a shiver, quickly changing the subject: “Look, something is strange about Lord Ange. When the Titan's lightning hits him, it seems to have no effect. Did you notice? According to the Energy Level of the Titan God King, the explosive force shouldn't be so weak.”

“It does seem strange. Lord's got two fingers missing–did he stick them into the Dimensional Space?” Hiludi, with a sharp eye, observed carefully and then said in shock.

Many had seen Ange stick his arm into the Resting Camp before, as he liked to plant things whenever he was bored. But this maneuver of sticking just two fingers in was so covert that no one would notice without looking closely.

“Eh, he pulled them back out, and what's that, an Elf Bean?” Auburnli also saw, happening to notice Ange's fingers coming out with an Elf Bean pinched between them.

The three of them looked at each other, incredulous: “Could it be that Lord Ange is doing it on purpose, is he using Titan's power to transform Elf Beans?”

Tyranus started to feel suspicious, too. The sensation of his whip striking down was off–it didn't have the satisfying release it should, but rather a stifled, jar-contained feeling.

Every time he struck Ange, he vaguely felt a shadow of a Gold Coin in front of his whip, and after hitting, he thought he could faintly hear a sound of 'discounting–', which was very eerie.

This didn't seem like a proper Mourning Skeleton.

Initially, he thought they could wear each other out for a while, but looking at Ange, he didn't seem worn out at all. What to do?

Faced with this situation, Tyranus didn't know what to do, either.

Just then, a voice sounded in his ear: “Fool, he is stealing your power. Lure him out of the Void, and I will ambush him from outside.”

“Serpent of Misfortune?”

Chapter end

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