Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Everyone only thought that Anthony had arranged eyeliner in Lorraine City, but they never thought that they were a gang.

In addition to Anthony, there were also twelve tall angels of the Holy Spirit. They protected Anthony and floated slowly from the end of the street, as if the feet under the dress had wheels.

The people, soldiers, and idlers standing in front of them all separated to make way. Some devout believers could not wait to kneel down on the ground, prostrating excitedly. The twelve 'big' angels, tall anyway, It must be great.

Some magicians who don't believe in God have already whispered and chatted: "Did you hear it just now, Holy Church? Isn't that their nickname? Public places are uniformly called the Church of Light."

"Don't you know? The Eastern Diocese has become self-reliant. They say that the Western Diocese is occupied by the minions of evil gods and has turned their back on the light. The Archbishop of the Western Diocese, Nicholas, is despicable and licentious. He sleeps with seven virgins every day and rapes the sows in the backyard. And sent someone to assassinate Archbishop Anthony."

"In order to eliminate the believers of the evil god, Archbishop Anthony launched a cleansing operation, but was blocked by the Pope. Anthony, who did not want to be with the evil god, decided to sever contact with the Holy See of Light and form the Holy Church by himself, which has received the response of the entire eastern diocese. Now We must crown him Antony."

The magician, who had never heard of this incident at all, was confused, and murmured: "Is it so explosive? Seven virgins and a sow, why did they rape the sow? I just came back from the sea, so I really don't know."

The previous mage curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I knew that no one would care about those seven virgins. Anyway, that's how things are. The Holy Church and the Church of Light have been cut off. Now the Pope wants to kill them the most. It is probably this Lord Anthony."

"Then this is the Western Parish, how dare Anthony come?"

"Who knows how much eyeliner he has buried here, and it's not sure who's here."

"Have you noticed, that Divine Soul's attire is very similar to Lord Anthony's, even the scepter is exactly the same, but the face cannot be seen clearly."

"You think so too. Do you think it is possible that the female store manager of this store is Anthony's eyeliner? This is a stronghold in the Eastern Diocese, so Anthony came so quickly, but it is not possible for him to come here in person. This female store Chang is his little lover?"

After gossiping, the two of them saw their familiar companions, so they separated to find their companions.

The magician who just heard the violent news couldn't help sharing it with his companions: "Hey, hey, have you heard that Nicholas raped seven sows and virgins every day..."

"Hey, hey, have you heard that Nicholas raped seven virgin sows every day..."

As soon as the rumors spread, they quickly became bad, especially those extremely violent rumors. If Nicholas knew about them, he would definitely be so angry that he would jump down and strangle Anthony to death.

Anthony floated in front of Katie and smiled slightly: "Those who believe in my lord will surely be protected by my lord, follow me, no one here will dare to hurt you."

The onlookers thought that the "lord" he said was the gods of light, but only he and Katie knew that my lord's name was Ange.

Katie was involuntarily led away by Anthony, and when she looked back, sure enough, Lord Lorraine was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, but he didn't say anything more about "arrest her".

When they came to the crossroads, the local district bishop rushed over with a team of paladins, and happened to collide with Anthony. They received the news that the spirit had descended.

Oh my god, there has been no news of a divine spirit descending for many years, at least a new saint must be awakened, right? Hurry up, protect the saint.

A group of people came at a gallop, Anthony saw it from a distance, and wanted to say hello by waving.

The branch bishop stopped the team abruptly, and said loudly: "The old saint is going to the Principality of Montenegro? It's too dangerous, too dangerous, go back and protect the old saint."

The group of people immediately turned around and drove to the original road. They couldn't see the twelve angels of the Holy Spirit at the intersection, and Anthony, who raised his hand in embarrassment.

"Old slicker." Anthony cursed, and led everyone away from the teleportation array of the secret stronghold. Before leaving, he destroyed the teleportation array, which was tantamount to abandoning the secret stronghold.

After returning to his place, Anthony relaxed a little and let the angel of the holy spirit leave, and then began to comfort Katie: "It's all right, everyone is safe, are you from Patric?"

"Yes..." After being pointed out by Anthony, Katie was a little flustered. Everyone knows what role Patric belongs to in the Church of Light. Everyone knows that she belongs to the dark side of the church. Who knows what Anthony will think of her.

"Don't be nervous, Patric is mine." There is nothing more soothing than this sentence, everyone is their own.

But Katie is still a little unbelievable. Although she is one of her own, Anthony came out to save her in person, and did not hesitate to expose a secret stronghold with a teleportation array. Isn't this kind of treatment too high?

Anthony stared at each other, subconsciously showing a kind expression: "What are you talking about, we are all the people of our Lord, we must love each other, don't give up easily, not to mention you have redefined the Holy Light."

However, his 'kind' expression, on his 'old' face in his 40s, seemed a bit disobedient, making Katie, a beautiful woman in her 30s, blush.

...

Ange sat on the dragon's back, and his fingers shot out red light, nourishing the uneven scales and dragon scales on the bone dragon's back into a smooth and even tender skin.

"It's another kind of holy light that has been newly defined, but why is the effect so strange? Spot removal and wrinkle removal?" Negris said wonderingly.

Ange took out a rusty iron sword, and his fingers shot red light, sizzling on it, and the rust was quickly removed, revealing the true color of the iron sword.

"Huh? Spot removal is the same as removing impurities? Can it still be used like this? Come, try this." Negris went back to the Dorm Palace and found a piece of bismuth and silver jewelry.

Mithril is a very precious magic material. It has a strong affinity for magic elements, so it can be used in magic circuits, constructing element channels and magic networks. It needs to be used.

The purity of mithril determines the value of mithril. If the purity is more than 98, it is used for forging magic items. If it is less than 98, it can only be used as bismuth silver for jewelry. There is a difference of one thousand in value between the two. times.

If An Ge could remove the impurities in the bismuth silver with the spot removal technique and turn it into mithril that can be used in magic items, wouldn't it be a fortune?

When the red light shines on, the impurities on the bismuth silver jewelry disappear little by little, and the whole jewelry becomes shiny silver.

Negris said excitedly: "It's really possible, great, you finally have an ability that is not used for farming."

Ange found out another mithril belt, ready to try again.

Negris hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, isn't this the space magic weapon I got from those two guys who wanted to slay the dragon? Don't mess around, and be careful that the magic lines will be erased... Well, it's too late."

Negris always spoke a step slower than Ange. Before he finished speaking, a red light hit the belt, and there was a slight fluctuation, and the magic pattern lock of the space magic weapon disappeared.

"That's okay? Your spot removal technique can also erase other people's magic pattern locks? Are you kidding me? Take a look at what's inside."

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