Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Move left, move right, move horizontally, move vertically, move in circles, write words... Forget it, the difficulty is too high, Ange has never written before...

Just like this, the white ghost raised two small hands, chasing after the holy light, finally Ange stopped teasing it, and then it let out a soul sigh of relief, and stood by the holy light contentedly, 'Roast 'Looking at my little hand.

Roasting is just an adjective, it actually means accepting the radiation of the holy light, but it dare not directly touch the holy light, it will not be able to bear it.

Ange only thought it was fun, but Negris was taken aback by it: "Holy...ghost? Chambada, is there such a thing?"

Sacred skeletons, holy light lizards, etc., can also be man-made, but holy ghosts? Who would build such a thing?

Isn't the naturally formed holy ghost the same as the 'bright' darkness? This is not theology.

Except for this little ghost, the square is still quiet and there is nothing. As time goes by, the whistling sound in the air gradually decreases. Looking up, the hole is gradually shrinking, and it will close completely in a short time. .

After more than ten minutes of treatment, the diphtheria subsided and the damaged wing membrane healed. Ange put away the holy light.

Ouch, this made the little ghost very anxious. It circled around Ange's hand, and finally hugged Ange's hand anxiously, twisting it outward, maybe thinking that twisting this hand would reward St. light it.

However, a ghost didn't have the strength to twist Ange's hand. After twisting for a long time, it didn't move. Finally, it was so lost that the whole body exuded a depressed atmosphere.

An Ge lit up a finger, and the little ghost jumped up immediately, because the holy light on the finger was not strong, it even hugged An Ge's finger directly.

It was just a little bit of faint holy light, and Ange kept it on without any effort.

"Ange, bring out two heavy armored zombies and let them go ahead," Negris said.

Two heavy armored zombies were brought out, a shield warrior and a swordsman. They carried a two-handed sword and a shield respectively, and walked in front of them step by step.

Shamara moved her nose, as if smelling the breath under the armor, and murmured: "The undead heresy..."

For a pure saint like her, eradicating heresies is already an instinct in her bones, but there is a voice in her heart telling her desperately: Don't move, you will die! Don't move, you will die if you move!

The reloaded zombie opened the way ahead, followed by Ange and Diphtheria. After a few steps, Diphtheria walked with its wings between its wings, and its buttocks twisted like an old hen, very inflexible.

Negris said helplessly: "Take it back, let the dragon walk on the ground, it's too embarrassing for it."

The situation here is unknown, and it cannot be allowed to fly. Who knows where there are defensive towers and the like, and it was bombarded with one shot.

Take Diphtheria back to the Palace of Rest, and only Ange and Shamara are left here, and of course, the little ghost.

The entire Holy Heaven was empty, left the Gods Square, walked along the Holy Light Avenue to the end, and then walked around to the surrounding buildings. There was nothing to be seen, not even defenses, and the two heavily armored zombies walked away. Ahead, on this holy highway of heaven, no ray of light judges them.

"It seems that it is really dead. It doesn't even have the function of automatic defense. There is nothing but a layer of barrier membrane, but the membrane is dead. How can it prevent the living?" Negris sighed.

Anger ignored it, but looked back at Shamara suspiciously. From not long ago, he felt that Shamara's emotions were constantly fluctuating, and her anger was constantly accumulating, like a brewing active volcano. , will soon reach the brink of eruption.

Sure enough, Shamara's eyes were full of anger, and the breath she exhaled was filled with black anger.

Negris also noticed it at this time, and asked quickly: "What's wrong with you?"

"I want to kill God." Shamara paused every word, gritted her teeth, and said with glaring eyes.

An Ge subconsciously took two steps away, and took out the Death Scythe to be on guard.

Shamara asked angrily: "What are you hiding?!"

"You want to kill a god." Anger said, he is an immortal god, and he is within the scope of Shamara's killing.

"It's none of your business, I want to kill them all, the gods of light!" Shamara said word by word, as if making an oath, the black holy flame on her body suddenly swelled up.

Negris was a little puzzled: "Why do you swear such an oath? You are a god-killing oath. It will be very troublesome if you can't fulfill it."

"They have deceived everyone. There is no heaven, no happiness. This is not a place for the living." Shamara pointed to the surrounding buildings.

"Hiss, if you say it like this, yes, this is not a world of living people. The gods of light are deceiving people. What about those believers who were led to heaven by people? Where are they going?" Shamara said, Negris had a thoughtful and frightening guess.

In the holy scriptures of light, devout believers will be led to a heaven where the ground is covered with rice and the river bed is filled with honey. There is no sickness, no hunger, and there are countless handsome men and beautiful women...

But along the way, there are all kinds of buildings, but there is absolutely no rice, honey river, and everything that a living person needs, not even a place to make a fire and cook.

Is it possible that the rice that is spread all over the ground has to be chewed raw?

If this is not the Kingdom of Heaven, that’s fine, but the Plaza of the Gods, the Avenue of the Holy Light, the Dome of Light, everything is exactly as described in the scriptures, and this is the Kingdom of Heaven.

The question is, what about those believers who are led to heaven?

It would be fine if it was arranged elsewhere, but it is more likely that there is no such thing as receiving and guiding, and all believers have been dealt with by them.

Shamara was so angry that she did not hesitate to make the oath to kill the gods. Obviously, she had found the answer.

"It's your inner voice telling you again? Hey, you ask me first, what kind of oath are you swearing indiscriminately? If the gods of light are gone, how can you kill them and what will you do if you can't fulfill the oath?" Negris said .

Whether it is the soul vow or the god-killing vow, there are gains and losses. The soul vow establishes a soul connection, and when connected with the king's soul network, he can borrow the power of the king at any time.

For example, Oak had never learned magic, but because of his fanatical belief, he used Ang's power to kill Hemertos.

Although Hemertos is more watery, it is also a god, so don't take the worm god as a god.

The same is true for the god-killing oath. It strengthened Shamala's beliefs, resulting in more concentrated divine power and greatly increased strength.

But now that the gods of light are gone, where will Shamara go to fulfill the oath?

Shamara said with a strange look: "Although I am very grateful for your concern, but don't worry, my vow has no expiration date."

"Pfft..." Negris didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. Looking back, it is true that there is no time limit in Shamara's oath, that is to say, it doesn't matter when it is completed.

"Unexpectedly, you have a pretty face, and you have learned this kind of trick." Negris didn't expect that a pure person like her would also be able to use this kind of sneaky trick.

Shamara smiled slightly: "The church has used this kind of trick many years ago, and I just disdain to use it, but it doesn't matter now."

The last sentence of "It doesn't matter anymore" gave Negris a very sad feeling. Before, she was only disappointed with the Church of Light, but now, she is disappointed with the entire Light.

A fanatic who became an apostate who swore to kill God.

Negris sighed secretly, not knowing what to say, so he walked silently until they finished the big circle and returned to this end of the Avenue of Light.

This end of the Avenue of Light passes through the Gods Square, and at the end is a magnificent temple. After walking up the long steps to the entrance, there is only a lonely sculpture standing at the entrance of the empty temple.

This is a sculpture of a holy spirit angel, about 1.4 meters high, with big wings, striding forward, looking up to the sky, pointing at the sky as if carrying something in his hands, as if ready to launch at any time.

Whether it is the expression on the face or the wings behind it, they are all vivid and detailed, just like the work of a master sculpture.

Similar sculptures can be seen everywhere here. Around the Square of the Gods, there are sculptures of the gods. There is nothing unusual about it. The only thing is that this sculpture is a little more detailed, and it stands at the door, blocking the way.

Ange was about to go around the sculpture, but when he passed by the sculpture, he stopped suddenly and said hesitantly, "It's real."

"Really? What really?" Negris asked puzzled.

"The real Holy Spirit, petrified." An Ge said.

Negris projected his thoughts over and penetrated into the body of the sculpture, and he really 'saw' the clear structure of flesh and bones. It is impossible for the sculpture to carve out all these internal things.

"Sure enough, it's not a stone, but petrified? What happened?" Negris was surprised.

If this is a real holy spirit, then with its height and wings, it is at least a seraph.

The shape of its pair of wings is also in line with Negris' guess. The angel only has a pair of real wings, whether it is four wings or six wings, and the rest of the wings are light wings, so they disappeared after petrification.

Why, a seraph would be petrified here? Is the kingdom of heaven invaded? Or something else?

This is a seraph who can fight against the strong bone Locke.

"It seems to be carrying some kind of weapon, look for it, is there any weapon nearby?" Negris said as if suddenly thinking of something.

However, it thinks too much, the surroundings are empty, there is nothing, maybe some force is at work, there is not even dust, it is clean, the kind that scavengers will lose their jobs when they come here.

Negris was so angry that he scolded: "Take the sculpture away, carry Bada, this heaven is as poor as a ghost, there are no weapons, equipment, treasures and food, and there are only some buildings that cannot be moved. This trip is a disaster. "

Ange put away the petrified angel.

Continue to go inside and enter the temple.

Finally, in this temple, something different was found. It was a sarcophagus-like thing placed in one of the rooms of the temple.

Ange lifted one, uh, it really was a coffin, and a slender white skeleton lay quietly inside.

Today's God of Knowledge has already updated his knowledge of this kind of skeleton, and recognized it as a holy skeleton at a glance.

"They're all 1.9-meter first-order angels, useless." An Ge already had thousands of such relics in his hands, so they were useless.

Speaking of the relics, Negris immediately thought of those relics planted in the ground: "By the way, do those relics of souls have souls that give birth to wisdom?"

Angus shook his head.

"Is it so difficult?" Negris said disappointedly. It's been almost a year since they all left the Abyss of Rest, and thousands of holy bones have not given birth to a single intelligent soul?

Not only the holy bones, but the ordinary bones that were planted later also failed to produce intelligent souls. Is it so difficult to produce intelligent souls?

Then why did Ange pick up two so casually?

In addition to the holy remains, Ange also found some metal eggs, the size of a fist, with intricate holy patterns engraved on the surface.

"Holy Spirit Armor? So many?" There were a bunch of boxes in front of him, each containing six eggs, a total of twenty boxes, and many boxes were empty.

"One hundred and twenty holy spirit armors, great harvest, put them away quickly, at least you don't have to go back empty-handed." Negris said happily.

A sculpture of a petrified angel and one hundred and twenty armors of the holy spirit, these are all Ange's harvest. In the next few days, Ange searched every corner of the entire kingdom of heaven, and found nothing else.

"Impossible, didn't you say that the guy who robbed you of divine power was on a windy plane at night? Isn't it here? Where is the guy who robbed you of divine power? Could it be this little guy?" Negris looked at The little ghost on Ange's finger is the only thing that can move in the whole kingdom of heaven.

Of course, it is impossible for a ghost to compete with a false god for divine power, even with scales, so who is robbing Shamara for divine power?

Shamara shook her head and said with certainty, "It's here, and it's hiding from us."

"Hiding us? Why do you hide from us? The guy who can steal your power needs to hide from us, shouldn't he jump out and drive us away?" Negris was surprised.

Shamara said suspiciously: "Why don't you hide? Even if I am ten times stronger, I will hide when I meet someone who can blow up the barrier."

It makes sense, if you think about it in your own shoes, if you were yourself, you would hide yourself too, who dares to confront the strong bone Locke?

"In this way, the Gods of Light are definitely not returning, at most they are reborn, or they are newly born gods. So what should we do now? If it keeps hiding, we can't find it."

The holy kingdom of heaven is not small. There are nooks and corners everywhere, and buildings extend in all directions. If a guy hides deliberately, it will be difficult to find him without a thousand or hundreds of people.

Obviously, it is impossible to wait here, so let's go back first and think of a solution, but for the time being, we have to wait until night, when the wind of rest blows, to see if there will be a breach.

Waiting was quite boring. Ange looked at the green belt and garden on the Gods Square, his hands were itchy, and he ran over without making a sound, took out his sickle, and chopped down a big tree a few times.

"I...you...forget it, do you want to cut down the garden to grow vegetables? What you are cutting down now is a sacred tree, don't waste it after cutting it down, put it away." Negris was so angry that he didn't want to say what.

But it’s okay, there are a lot of sacred trees in the garden, and it’s a harvest if you cut them all. Ange can’t remember it if you don’t cut it. The plants and trees here are actually quite valuable. If you don’t have anything, then cut it tree it.

"The floor tiles are also quite valuable. If you sell these holy patterns and this kind of material to Anthony, he will definitely like it. Why don't you dig a few floor tiles too," Negris suggested.

Anger worked hard to cut down all the sacred trees, and even dug out a few trees by their roots, and moved them into the Palace of Rest to see if they could be planted alive.

He also dug up a pile of floor tiles on the Square of the Gods, and planned to take them back and sell them to Anthony, but after digging, he discovered that there was something under the square.

Thank you Holy Abyss, Laughing, Angry Cotton, Gardenia in the Garden, Luck Luck, for your rewards.