Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 887 - 492 Could She Be the Truth Mage_2

Chapter 887: Chapter 492 Could She Be the Truth Mage?_2

Chapter 887: Chapter 492 Could She Be the Truth Mage?_2

The wizard was so angry his face turned green. With a wave of his Magic Wand, swoosh, two ice cones shot out. The first ice cone shattered the Magma Fireball, and the second hit a smaller Molten Giant.

The smaller Molten Giant broke apart, but the wizard couldn’t feel any joy because he sensed a larger Magma Fireball being thrown at him from behind.

This demon didn’t want to kill him at all; he was merely dragging things out, preparing to capture him alive.

This wouldn’t do, he couldn’t be captured alive. Gritting his teeth, the wizard turned around, ready to fight to the death, but as he turned, he saw several figures rushing towards him.

On the Little Zombie’s head, where a furry hat-like large cat sat, its mouth agape: “Ah—”

Space fluctuated in a way imperceptible to ordinary people. In this unstable state, any Teleportation Scroll was useless.

Luther swung his greatsword, running and shouting, “Where’s the enemy, where’s the enemy? Behold the prowess of my Dragon Pattern Steel Core Mithril Twisted Magic Pattern Over Earth Forging Burning Gem Enhancement Piercing Enchantment Banishing Sword!”

Negris couldn’t help but curse: “What are you yelling for, huh? That’s the Judgment and Exile Sword, what’s with the gibberish?”

“Judgment and Exile Sword is too short, not imposing enough,” Luther said.

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He rushed over and looked left and right: “Eh, where are they? Volcanic ash, was it you who cried out for the Lord? Where is everyone?”

The Lord of Terror spoke with a potlike voice: “Don’t call me volcanic ash, I am the Lord of Terror!”

“Alright, I got it, volcanic ash. Where are the enemies?” Luther asked urgently. Ange had left him in the Master Plane for so long without a single fight, and he was so bored that he was nearly incubating bird eggs.

The Lord of Terror sighed, “Don’t call me volcanic ash, call me Black Smoke Ring or anything else. There’s only one left, over there.”

Luther glanced and was astonished: “A Great Magician? You’re calling for help against a Great Magician? You could squash them with a fart, and you summoned us over here?”

“Hey, hey, hey!” The wizard was displeased. What did he mean ‘squashed with a fart’? Wasn’t a Great Magician valuable?

The Lord of Terror spread his hands: “He’s got something good on his Flying Car. I was afraid he’d run away, so I called you guys over.”

“Something good?” Luther’s eyes lit up.

The Little Angel also arrived, looking around in confusion before asking, “Awo?”

The Lord of Terror quickly said, “There’s only one left. He has something good in his team, and I called you over because I was afraid he’d run away.”

Upon hearing this, the Little Angel became anxious and, without saying a word, pushed his hands forward.

“Hey, hey, hey…” The wizard realized nobody was paying attention to him, a surge of rage from being ignored welled up within. After all, he was a distinguished Great Magician!

But before he could finish his ‘hey,’ someone did pay attention to him. The Little Angel swept open two pairs of Light Wings and pushed forward with his hands; a column of light swallowed the wizard. This kind of ‘attention’ was too enthusiastic…

The Little Angel, after casting the spell, happily ‘awo-ed’ in triumph.

Ange arrived, carrying a scythe, looking clueless.

The Lord of Terror hurriedly explained again: “He’s got something good on his Flying Car. I was afraid he’d run away, so I called you guys over.”

Understanding the situation, Negris somewhat reluctantly said, “If we don’t find anything good on the Flying Car, I’ll throw you into the sea.”

Everyone returned to the vicinity of the Flying Car. Thanks to the Lord of Terror’s scare tactics, which made everyone flee, the protective shield around the car was still intact.

The protective shield was one-way; one could jump out from the inside, but it was impenetrable from the outside. It had to be forcibly dismantled.

Luther quickly said, “Let me do it.”

He mustered his Battle Qi and started hammering on the shield. After a good twenty-something punches, he forcibly shattered the protective shield of the Flying Car.

To withstand more than twenty punches from a High-level Sword Saint, the car’s defense was quite impressive. It meant that without seven or eight High-level Sword Saints attacking at full strength, it would be very difficult to break through the Flying Car’s defenses, especially with a Great Magician inside casting spells while simultaneously controlling the Flying Car’s motion.

“Top-notch goods,” Luther gasped slightly out of breath, astonished for a moment, as he was the first one to step aboard the Flying Car and pull open the front cabin door.

The Flying Car’s exterior looked much like a sail-less ship, surrounded by a deck with a raised middle and a semi-sunken cabin door. This type of Flying Car was very common in this Plane.

It was mainly because, with developed Alchemy and the Demon Crystals being so cheap, everyone could afford a car.

However, there were different grades of Flying Cars. The kind operated by the Sorcerer Alliance’s Goblins, though high-grade and even armed with weapons, focused most of their costs on combat capabilities.

But the Flying Car in front of them was different. It was a luxury Flying Car, constructed of fine materials and craftsmanship. Pulling open the cabin door, the interior decoration was even more luxurious and…

“Wow! Spatial folding extension, just like that person’s carriage,” Luther exclaimed. Once he saw the cabin’s interior, he raised his voice, “Who are you!?”

Negris squeezed into the cabin; it had grown now and was no longer the half-meter long Little Yellow Dragon that could be tucked and squeezed in easily. The cabin door, designed for humans, was a tight fit.

As soon as it entered, it saw four maids kneeling inside, and a woman lying half-reclined in a chair, staring coldly toward the cabin door, covered by a thin blanket.

Negris also noticed that, under the blanket, where there should have been hands and feet, there was nothing.

Ange and others also came in. The interior of the Folded Extension Flying Car was almost large enough to separate into a three-room apartment. Except for the Lord of Terror who couldn’t come in, there was enough space for everyone else.