Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1169

Chapter 1169: Chapter 733: Doesn't Seem Like Something a Whip Could Kill Chapter 1169: Chapter 733: Doesn't Seem Like Something a Whip Could Kill “Blowing bubbles?” Negris said perplexedly as the tall main tower spewed out a light ball that was both slow and weak–it was just like blowing bubbles.

The light ball shot slowly toward the high sky, getting slower and slower, then it suddenly turned and fell, describing a high parabolic arc, and landed into a group of Undead near the Demon Palace.

A fierce shockwave exploded, enveloping an area with a fifty-meter diameter.

The Undead within this range stood still as if nothing had happened, then suddenly fell apart.

Skeletons scattered into piles of bones, Zombies toppled headlong, Spiritual Bodies dissipated into black smoke–in an instant, all soul-related entities in that area had been cleared.

“Faith Storm!” Negris's eyes bulged in shock.

“It's not a Faith Storm; it's an Annihilation Sphere,” Anthony said. “How come there's an Array specifically tailored to counter the Undead here?”

Could it be that the Demons here had anticipated today's surge of the Undead and had built weapons in advance to counter them?

Judging by the scale of the tower, its full power would rival that of a Starburst Array.

“It might not be specifically against the surge of the Undead, but rather it's adjustable like the Starburst Array. Ah, if only Drosa were here, we could ask her; it bears a striking resemblance to a Starburst Array,” Negris remarked.

Just then, the high tower started 'blowing bubbles' again, ejecting one Light Ball after another into the sky, then slamming them down along parabolic trajectories. Each Light Ball had a slightly different trajectory to ensure that their landing points weren't the same.

This was outrageous. Ange shouted, “Elf Beans!” and then charged forward.

Big Cat hurriedly followed, pouncing and clutching Ange's shins.

Atop the Blood Pool Demon Palace, someone noticed the sprinting Ange: “There, there–there's a skeleton, one with a different color.”

Ange had already removed his scarecrow hat and now, in the eyes of others, he appeared as a nonuniform colored skeleton, his hands black, glossy as Crystals with speckles within, his body a mix of purplish-gold and black, looking like it was cloaked in camouflage.

But no one would mistake him for an ordinary skeleton–just the act of treading the void was beyond any Demon's understanding of skeletons.

“Is it the leader? Have we finally drawn it out?” Kelerite beckoned with a large gesture, giving an order.

His direct Bloodline followers presented his whip, a massive one perhaps a hundred meters long, with a grip diameter of over two meters–several times thicker than the waist of an average person.

It tapered from thick to thin, the end as fine as a strand of hair.

Kelerite ripped his clothes to shreds, his body swelled up, spikes extended where there had been bones, and the two horns on his forehead bent, blazing with flames connecting them.

Finally, Kelerite transformed into a forty-meter-tall giant Demon, the true form of a Demon Lord.

He took the whip, stabbed it into a recess in the floor–a perfect fit, as if that recess had been made just for the whip. With the whip in place, the ground in the entire area lit up, displaying Magic Patterns, which undulated slowly as if energy was continuously flowing into the whip.

While Kelerite was preparing, Ange had already reached the first Light Ball and caught it in his embrace.

“Is he seeking death? My Lord, you might not need to intervene; that skeleton has run into the Light Ball… uh, he's holding onto the Light Ball,” an observing Demon initially mocked with incredulity, only to then cry out in even greater disbelief.

Ange caught the Light Ball, supporting it firmly without it exploding.

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He then threw it hard upwards, scattering thousands of Elf Beans like a fountain into the sky–Divine Farming Technique: Element Conversion.

Big Cat excitedly yelled, “Awooo!”

Leaving Ange behind, it pounced toward the Elf Beans, its paws dancing through the air, but there were too many beans. Despite its paws leaving afterimages from the rapid motion, it couldn't catch them all.

In the end, it could only burst into a furball and use its body to catch the beans. Once they fell into its fur, the beans couldn't escape.

After tossing the Elf Beans, Ange then turned without looking back toward the second Light Ball. After Big Cat finished catching the beans, it stretched out its paws to fish them out from its fur, foolishly smiling while doing it, then saw another stream of beans fountain into the sky.

“Awooo–awoo–” Big Cat's paws once again left afterimages as it darted toward the second stream of beans.

“Could it be that this damn cat can fly?” Negris asked in surprise as he watched the fifty-meter furball move agilely through the air.

“Is there a Dimension Beast that can't fly?” Anthony inquired.

“Then why does it spend all day riding on other people's heads?” Negris continued.

“It's probably lazy. It claims to have exhausted its energy, but look at it, does it seem tired in the slightest?” Anthony commented.

Not only did it not seem tired, but it also enthusiastically followed behind Ange. Ange tossed, and it caught, every Light Ball that was released became Elf Beans transformed by Ange, not a single one hitting the ground.

All the demons in the Demon Palace were dumbfounded. Catching Light Balls released by the Array barehanded was already outrageous enough, and now they were being turned into beans? What kind of sorcery was this?

At that moment, every demon began to doubt their own eyes. How could the world's rules have crumbled like this?

“Should we stop the attack? It's such a waste if all of it gets caught by the enemy,” someone said without thinking.

“Oh, yes, yes, stop the Array. You all go up there and kill that skeleton,” Kelerite finally reacted and commanded loudly.

The demon who had spoken out earlier wished they could slap themselves, while their companions also cast angry glances at them: You just had to run your mouth.

Demons around Kelerite were driven to charge at Ange, but they were soon facing the strikes of a Six-winged Archangel and a melee Witch.

“Awoo!” Holy Light Flash.

“Awoo!” Earth Hammer.

“Awoo!” The Great Angel's Staff swung wildly.

The few demons who broke through Little Angel's duo and approached Ange were met with two Spirit Touch tentacles. Dragged over and then soundly hammered, they were flattened.

Having fought two Ancient Gods and grabbed one or two or three or four or five… Ancient Gods, Ange found these demons to be of too low a level; they were not even worth being bombarded.

After a while, noticing that the tower was no longer spitting out Light Balls, Ange decided not to wait anymore and charged toward the tower's Energy Core.

With each step, he marched towards the high tower, and with every footfall, like hitting a switch, thirty to forty Holy Light missiles were launched, sweeping the demons blocking his path. If thirty to forty missiles weren't enough to finish the enemies, he'd stomp again. Not dead yet? He'd stomp around in place.

No demon could block his march forward.

“This… this…” Kelerite glanced at his whip, which was now fully charged and glowing, feeling a bit panicked. The enemy's momentum didn't seem like something that could be taken down with a single whip. What to do? What to do?

Chapter end

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