Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1067

Chapter 1067: Chapter 632: Complete Metamorphosis Chapter 1067: Chapter 632: Complete Metamorphosis Ange snatched the object that had been knocked out and no longer cared about the Serpent of Misfortune. He turned back, transformed into the Dragon God, and lunged at Tyranus, conjuring a Lightning Spear, and stabbed forward with a reverse grip.

It was only then that Tyranus reacted. He spread his hands forward, and a powerful electric net surged towards Ange.

With a series of pulsating noises, the powerful electric net was continuously dispersed, forcibly creating a large hole in the center of the net–Dispel!

Dispel is a basic arcane magic spell; its sole function is to dispel elements, but basic does not mean it is weak in power.

A Level 1 Mage's Dispel could scatter a campfire, whereas an Arcane Magician's Dispel could kill a Water Element.

Ange's Dispel was a bit special; after activating the Enlightenment Aura, he could now cast Level 4 Magic. Due to his overwhelming spirit, his Level 4 Magic possessed the power of Level 6, and he could cast it thirty-some times per second.

Imagine, thirty-some spells per second, each with Level 6 power–who could withstand that? Especially since Titans are the element creatures most vulnerable to dispelling.

The Serpent of Misfortune truly had doomed Tyranus; the Void was the worst environment for a Titan because there was no air at all.

In a Plane, if the battle was going badly, escape was possible. Utilizing the earth as a conductor or moist air, Titans could flee, provided they did not encounter anything counteractive like the spatial displacement of a Lightning Spear or time delays.

However, in the Void, Tyranus needed coordination even to flee. After casting his electric net, he immediately threw an electric whip backward, reaching another Titan in the distance.

The other Titan cooperated and pulled back, allowing Tyranus to slide swiftly to the other Titan's side.

However, when he reappeared, he was horrified to find that Ange's Lightning Spear was still in front of him.

The entire world seemed to slow down, as more of the spear, the hands wielding the spear, the arms, shoulders, torso, and finally Ange's face, slowly pierced through the space before him and into his body.

Only when the Lightning Spear penetrated his body did the sensation of slowness fade and the world returned to its normal pace.

Tyranus, in fear, grabbed the Lightning Spear, desperately unleashing his power. Violent bolts of electricity surged along the spear towards Ange.

Then Tyranus heard an eerie sound: Discount–Discount–Discount–
The God of Fraudsters' Divine Technique could reduce the enemy's attack power, decreasing the damage proportionally.

The diminished damage had no effect on Ange whatsoever.

In fact, even without the “Discount,” Tyranus might not have been able to harm Ange, given the extremely high Magic Resistance of the Dragon God form, and Ange continually casting Dispel.

After unleashing one round of effort, Tyranus unwillingly coiled into an electric ball and threaded onto the Lightning Spear.

Ange, holding the Lightning Spear, turned toward the Titan that had pulled Tyranus over. This was a Gold Titan, who now watched in horror as Ange approached with the electric spear.

Seeing Ange turn toward him, he instantly knelt on the Thunder Chariot, raising his hands and shouting, “Don't kill me! I surrender! I surrender! Don't kill me!”

Escape was impossible; the Dragon God, master of the Power of Time and Space, was the natural nemesis of Titans. Even at lightning speed, they could not escape his attack range.

Ange tilted his head.

Negris quickly said, “If he surrenders, don't kill him, but have him hand over the Titan's Core.”

Upon hearing that Ange accepted the surrender and demanded the Titan's Core, the Titan breathed a sigh of relief, pressed his fingers to his chest, and pulled out a fist-sized electric ball, respectfully presenting it before Ange.

Ange tilted his head.

Only Negris understood what this tilt meant and hastily said, “Inscribe the soul brand, then return it to him.”

Upon inscribing the soul brand on the Titan's core and returning it to the owner, the other Titans, realizing that Ange knew what he was doing, quickly knelt in submission and surrendered their own cores.

After branding each of these Titan cores, when he turned around, the Serpent of Misfortune had already vanished.

Unable to contain himself, Negris asked, “Why didn't you kill the Serpent of Misfortune just now, and what was that thing you struck it with using the Goddess of Beauty Fist?”

Ange's transformation time had ended, and reverting back to his Purple Gold Skeleton form, he extended his palm, and a snake head appeared in it, its jaws gaping as it lunged forward.

Negris shuddered, a chill running from his tailbone to the crown of his head.

Plates began surfacing on Ange's face, but the transformation ceased after a few moments.

Negris instantly understood what had come out of the Serpent of Misfortune: “Is this what caused your dragon soul to boil?”

Ange nodded and asked, “The Spirit of the Nemesis, good or not?”

“Are you saying, to call it the 'Spirit of the Nemesis'? You named it? That's rare, you can name things now?” Negris exclaimed.

Ange rarely named things; the only name he might have given was to the Vegetable Bone Mercenary Group.

He pulled out the Bronze Book and flipped to a blank page, intending to stuff the Spirit of the Nemesis inside.

Negris frantically closed the book, shouting, “Are you crazy! Stuffing such a terrifying thing in my book? You want to scare me to death!?”

This was, after all, the nemesis of giant dragons, and although Negris was no longer one, the childhood trauma couldn't just vanish–just thinking about it made him uncomfortable, and now Ange even wanted to stash it in the book? Dream on!

Ange spread his hands helplessly.

“How would I know where to put it, just don't put it here!” Negris shouted adamantly.

It was like someone trying to put a cockroach in your house. Even though a cockroach wouldn't harm you, and Negris still held absolute control within the Bronze Book, it was absolutely not okay. He'd fight anyone who dared to try.

Ange scratched his head. If not in the Bronze Book, then there were very few containers that could hold the Spirit of the Nemesis. After thinking, Ange took out Locke's body and stuffed the Spirit of the Nemesis into his skull.

Since, in the Star Burst Plane, Locke had already acquired a new body, this one was not going to be returned to him.

After placing the Spirit of the Nemesis, Ange raised the Lightning Spear and pointed in the direction where the Serpent of Misfortune had disappeared: “Chase it.”

“Why chase it? You didn't kill it just now, what's the use of chasing it now?” Negris complained irritably.

Ange tilted his head: “Steal its body, not kill, it leads the way.”

“Pfft–Are you saying not killing it was to make it lead the way? Steal its body for what?” Was the Dead Skull this cunning? Such a clever strategy, not killing the Serpent of Misfortune was to make it lead them to its body?

“Its body, can transform, Dragon God,” Ange stated in parts, adding one final part: “Complete form.”

Chapter end

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