Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1279

Chapter 1279: Chapter 842: Laughed Out Loud Chapter 1279: Chapter 842: Laughed Out Loud The Dark Elemental Spear seemed quite ordinary, at least to Ange, who could shape Holy Light into something like the Holy Light Sickle. Naturally, he could also mold dark elements into spears. However, the subsequent action confused Negriss completely.

Ange conjured some Holy Light and smeared it on the Dark Elemental Spear before throwing it.

The Dark Elemental Spear easily penetrated into the Dark Energy Orb, like a basin of cold water poured into the sea, causing no reaction at all.

“What are you doing? I thought you were aiming for the Dark Origin. Why strike the energy orb? What if you hit Lord Locke or Little Dark Source?” Negriss struggled to understand Ange's behavior.

Ange ignored him and continued to produce Dark Elemental Spears, relentlessly jabbing them into the energy orbs, jabbing here and there as if he were targeting Locke or Little Dark Source.

“Could it be, My Lord is enchanting the dark element?” Anthony guessed quietly.

“Ah? Enchant with what? Just shining Holy Light is considered enchantment?” Negriss paused, puzzled. In its understanding of enchantment, various magical materials were applied to or embedded into an object to bestow additional magical properties–that was Durken's job.

“Same difference. By attaching Holy Light's will to the dark element, it becomes a Holy Dark Element. Then, the Holy Dark Element cannot merge with normal dark elements. The spears the Lord thrusts in still belong to him, but as Little Dark Source shares soul contact with the Lord, it follows the Lord's will, which is the will of the Holy Light,” Anthony speculated.

“Is that even possible? He isn't afraid of hitting Locke?” Negriss was stunned. Could this skeletal figure wielding the Lightning Spear come up with such a clever trick?

Anthony said, “When the dark element follows the Holy Light's will, even if it hits, it doesn't matter. Just preventing the dark element from unleashing its power is sufficient. Lord Locke would merely feel a bump by Holy Light. Do you think Lord Locke would be afraid of being smacked by Holy Light?”

“Pfft, knowing his temper, he'd probably say, 'Haven't you been fed yet? Hurry up, I'm waiting for the Holy Light shower!'”
“You mixed it up; that's Lightning's line. Lord Locke would just punch you directly.”

At that moment, while jabbing randomly, Ange suddenly paused, then precisely aimed and rapidly threw another Lightning Spear, as if the prior strike had hit something.

Forging a spear, wiping it, forging a spear, wiping it–Ange soon found the process too cumbersome, and in a swift move, he pulled out Little Angels, the Goddess of Redemption, Dolly and Dumi, and a group of Holy Spirit Angels.

Little Angels unfolded their six wings, the Goddess of Redemption sprinkled holy dew, while Dolly and Dumi led a host of Holy Spirit Angels in singing a sacred hymn, immediately sanctifying Ange's surroundings with divine, holy radiance.

Anthony nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood, shocked beyond his usual poise, he pointed to Dolly and Dumi and asked in a low voice, “Why… why has the Wailing Banshee become the lead singer of the sacred choir?”

Oh, this, this–this was even more inconceivable than entrusting a Dwarf with guarding a wine cellar.

Negriss was also taken aback, but seeing Anthony's nearly blood-spewing expression, it secretly relished the sight. Usually, it was the one startled into such expressions, and now seeing the Old God Stick shocked was a cause for unabashed enjoyment. “Why don't you ask Ange yourself?”

“Ah? Am I mad? The Lord's will is the Supreme Law. I was just startled because I did not know, let me think, and I will understand immediately,” Anthony quickly spoke, startled.

Then, thinking briefly, he slapped his thigh, “I got it! The Wailing Banshees have the ability to directly reach the soul. By having them lead, the sacred hymns reach the soul more profoundly, enhancing their effects. Indeed, worthy of my Lord, the shared ruler of Light and the Undead, a perfect combination of two different natures, truly a wise Lord!”

Negris was dumbfounded for a while before he finally burst out, “No wonder you can become an Archbishop no matter how many times you die.”

The Abyssal Big Mouth, which had been silent until now, couldn't hold back any longer and asked, “Are you really beings from another plane, the shared rulers of Light and Undead?”

“Ah? Yes, rulers of both realms indeed,” Negris responded nonchalantly, shifting his focus back to Ange, leaving the Abyssal Big Mouth in disarray amid the swirling Dark Elements.

At first, the Abyssal Big Mouth truly considered them as beings from another plane, not until Ange brought up their affiliation with the Undead Ruler did it breathe a sigh of relief: So they were beings from another plane under the Undead Ruler–no injustice in their defeat, no injustice at all.

Being played by the minions of the Undead Ruler was tough, but it wasn't embarrassing; however, it would have been unbearable to be played by plane beings.

No matter how powerful the gods within a plane were, to a Primordial God like the Abyssal Big Mouth, they were mere ants, and getting bitten by another ant nurtured by a different Primordial was entirely different from being bitten by a primitive ant.

While they murmured among themselves, Ange got into his familiar rhythm; with the assistance of items such as the Little Angels and the Goddess of Redemption, Ange merely needed to conjure the Dark Elemental Spear. Eventually, he didn't even bother to conjure anymore, shifting directly to using the Dark Element Stream, aiming only to hit the original target spot.

At first, the New Dark Source was puzzled, thinking Ange was giving it a gift. Wasn't such an influx of Dark Elements just adding fuel to the fire?

However, when it faced the stream itself and caught a channel of Dark Element Stream, its expression drastically changed, “What did you mix in there?!”

Ange ignored it, simply watching it block the position before aggregating the spear once more, turning the non-penetrating stream into an all-penetrating Dark Elemental Spear.

He hurled it forcefully, like a silent, black bolt of lightning.

Boom! Right in front of the New Dark Source, an explosion of energy collided, creating an impact. This Dark Element, mixed with Holy Light, could not be dissolved by the New Dark Source; it could only block it forcibly — the result of which was a direct explosion that “ripped flesh from skin.”

Of course, the New Dark Source didn't have skin; here, “flesh and skin” referred to its form made of Dark Elements, each strike from the Holy Dark Elemental Spear shearing off a layer.

The New Dark Source could block dozens, even hundreds of hits, but being purely on the receiving end without countering infuriated it immensely.

But its fury was useless. If it dodged, Ange would switch back to stream attacking the original spot; if it blocked the falling spot, Ange would switch to shooting Dark Elemental Spears at it.

What infuriated it even more was that those impure Dark Elements from the blast would fall back into the rear energy orbs, meaning its current opponent not only attacked it but also sent intermixed Dark Elements into the energy orbs without wasting a drop.

The one solace for it was that the intensity of the Dark Element Stream was too low. Without decades of accumulation, it would not affect its form.

With that in mind, it breathed a sigh of relief and roared, “Whichever weak source of Dark Power you stole from, go steal more before coming back!”

Anthony and Negris exchanged a glance, and the hidden Abyssal Big Mouth even laughed aloud. They had seen Ange in full force before; clearly, he was now conducting comparative experiments to find the most effective method. How could this New Dark Source provoke them so recklessly?

Sure enough, upon hearing its words, Ange cocked his head and slowly unfurled his new wings.

Chapter end

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