Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 771 - 442: Recorded Some Things in the House of the Deceased_1

Chapter 771: Chapter 442: Recorded Some Things in the House of the Deceased_1

These days, do I have to figure out the value of information myself?

Labu racked his brains, until the Little Angel raised her tiny pink fist to his face, startling him into coming up with something valuable.

“I once vaguely overheard that, Lord Holy Spirit is searching for Holy Spirit Skeleton and said to be gathering Great Angel’s Staff, Holy Spirit Skeleton, and Angel’s Wings to summon the Gods of Light.” Labu suggested.

“Pfft, why is this scenario still so idiotic? This isn’t some knight’s novel you know, with the Angel set? The Gods of Light? The gods all died ages ago.” Negris sniffed disdainfully, speaking the truth.

Labu didn’t believe Negris was telling the truth; he just assumed that Negris was dismissing the value of his intel. He quickly added, “Really, the Angel’s Wings are in the car…”

Before he could finish, one of the kneeling maids behind him burst up, pulling out a dagger to stab Labu in the back.

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Unfortunately, everyone present is a freak, how could they let her succeed? The Little Zombie flung her away with his shoulder.

With a bone-shattering sound, the maid flew off like a holey sack, hitting the ground, rolling, bouncing, and her eyes shone white as a force not her own descended upon her.

Sacred light ignited on her body, her skeletal structure creaked, her broken bones rapidly rejoining, and the maid spoke emotionlessly, “Ignorant humans, kneel in repentance, beg for the Light’s forgiveness…”

Before she could finish, a deep aura of death poured from the Little Zombie, who, instead of Armorizing, thrust a forceful push — Breath of Death: Shockwave.

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A pillar of black light obliterated the maid along with the force that had descended upon her.

How pissed Negris was! “Kvada, could you leave one alive? Let him finish speaking, why are you casting a grand spell before he’s done?” Little Yellow Dragon flew over, slapping the Little Zombie’s head with his small paws, creating echoing sounds.

“Roar!” The Little Angel jumped over and punched him in the eye socket.

“Ouch, can you not hit my face? It hurts now! How can you be so barbaric!” Negris was furious.

Durken and Silver Coin looked at the sky. It seemed someone just mentioned how cute she was.

Who knew that the Little Zombie would turn bad too, and start casting grand spells at the slightest provocation. Just now, there was a projection of a guy, from whom he wanted to extract some information, but now he’s obliterated again.

Negris turned towards the remaining maidservants and asked, “Is there anyone else who can host a summon? Call that guy from just now back for a chat?”

Everyone vigorously shook their heads. They were mad. The previous host was already annihilated, did they really think a new one could withstand a grand spell?

The hosted will wouldn’t be affected, but for those like them who served as hosts, that would be courting death.

At this point, even a blind man would see that these people are not road repairing magicians at all, but ‘dragons’ in disguise. They were way too fierce.

In the face of the Undead Empire’s long-term oppression, the Church of Light here doesn’t have that rather-die-than-submit spirit of their Master Plane counterparts. Even if they had it, it would have been bred out by now.

If they didn’t want to summon, he couldn’t really force them. Negris had no choice but to head to their carriage.

There were two wagons in the middle of this team. Perhaps because of the rocky mountain road, they had abandoned the horses and instead were pushing and pulling the wagons themselves.

When he lifted the cover to take a look, one wagon was filled with food, water, and some personal bags.

Negris couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Do none of you have storage accessories? You need wagons to carry food, water, and luggage?”

Everyone stared at each other, and even Labu held a constipated expression, wanting to say something but daring not to.

Seeing their faces, Negris realized he had asked a foolish question. Were this area’s space accessories rare? Indeed, he’d never seen Jilirocks and the others using any Space Accessories.

Never mind, he’d ask later. Arriving at the second wagon, he found a large chest as soon as he opened it. Inside was a pair of tri-fold wings, very similar in style to a Great Angel’s True Wings, but there was something odd about them.

“These are Alchemy Wings, right? Durken!” Negris muttered, turning to call Durken over.

Upon examining them, Durken immediately said, “Indeed, these are synthesized, created using the Great Angel’s True Wings. The root-like structures here are a bit strange.”

While speaking, he touched the wing’s root, causing the root-like structures to move and tried piercing Durken’s palm, but were unable to. As time passed, Durken’s skin became tougher, even harder than leather armor.

But that was it. Unless he was willing to continue losing moisture to toughen, he wouldn’t be able to achieve the strength of copper or iron skin as long as he remained activated.

Between defence and looking cool, Durken didn’t hesitate to choose the latter. He was content being a handsome middle-aged man. As an Alchemist, and not a Close-Combat Zombie, he could enhance his defence through things like Soul Battle Armor. For example, his cape.

The root-like structures on the wings couldn’t even penetrate leather armor, so they were unlikely to be a defensive mechanism.

“Let me see, these look like some kind of tendril. Are they supposed to pierce into the flesh, integrating with the muscle?” Durken suggested.

“Exactly, these wings don’t have a lock, unlike the Little Angel’s True Wings which can be attached to the shoulder blades. Could it be that these Angel’s Wings aren’t meant for Holy Remains like the Little Angel?” Negris suggested.