Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

The face is fine, but the hat is broken.

The scarecrow hat is a very basic prop, it can only produce a few illusions, and it is easy to be seen through by outsiders with the same mental strength.

However, this simple prop is very suitable for Ange. His mental power is super strong. After wearing the hat, even a truth-strong man like Bruce can't see through it.

But no matter how suitable it is, it is only a primary prop, not an indestructible thing. To be honest, it is very rare that it can last for more than a thousand years without breaking, mainly due to its ability to repair itself.

This kind of repair ability is limited. Small scars can be repaired, but large damages cannot be repaired.

"It's broken..." Ange picked up the hat, held the broken ends, and said in frustration.

"Yeah, it's broken, let's mend it, and ask who will repair the scarecrow hat later, or go buy a new one." Negris said regretfully.

Ange nodded, that's all he could do.

At the transfer station of the world, Pai Texi was moved out, and stood on her own guardian seat again.

Keeping her feet firmly on the ground, feeling the continuous energy coming from the throne under her feet, Patsy let out a sigh of relief: "Although it often lacks energy, I still feel more at ease stepping on it."

"That's fine, I won't take you out in the future, I'll ask Ange to switch to a Shoushen." Negris responded.

It also didn't expect that taking the Guardian God away from the throne would make them uneasy, so forget it, and change it to an unwise one, so as not to make Patsy uneasy.

Patsy's hand popped out, and he grabbed Negris 'tightly', and said in a low voice, "I was wrong just now. Patsy feels more at ease by being with your lord."

"Uh, which one is more disturbing?"

"Follow your lord, oh, no, it's even more uneasy to stay here."

"Okay, I'll take you with me from now on."

"Work for the adults!" Patsy let out a sigh of relief. It never thought that a casual exclamation would almost lose her job.

Believers from almost the entire plane were gathered. They knelt on the lower floor of the transfer station that had been cleared out, looked at Angor who was high above, and prayed devoutly.

"The great Lord Ange, he holds the light of cleansing face in his hand, heals the wounds...he is eight feet tall, handsome and stalwart, his body is like a pillar that pierces the sky, his eyes are lightning that pierces the fog..." the voice of the bard Knab Echoes throughout the transit station.

The handsome bard is now Lisa's capable general.

Whether it is heroic deeds or miracles, they all need to be widely sung and spread far and wide.

How to sing it? In addition to writing poems, operas and novels, the most common singers are bards.

They walked the streets and alleys, wandered around, compiled your deeds into poems, and sang them everywhere.

A good bard is the best communicator of faith, so when she learned that there was a bard among the undead creatures in Darkside City, Lisa transferred him to her without saying a word.

Today, there are as many as a dozen specially trained bards. This is a basic operation. The bards of the Church of Light are called hymns, and they are not counted by person, but by class.

They traveled around, or stayed in a certain place, singing Ange's deeds in different ways.

Of course, most of them are made up. Apart from growing vegetables, how can this vegetable-growing skeleton have any deeds to spread? Oh, I killed a worm god called Hermertos before, and it deserves to be sung.

"Everyone, listen to me. The worm god has eight pairs of eyes and ten pairs of legs. There are so many bugs. My lord Angebo's oracle tells the pious believers to open the way first..."

In the rhythmic singing of the bard, waves of soul flames rushed towards Ange.

At the scene of tens of thousands of people, that kind of fanatical atmosphere is not usually felt. Even the calmest believers will be infected by the people around them in this environment, and their emotions will continue to accumulate, and finally become fanatic.

Of course, this kind of fanaticism cannot last, and it will be very tiring afterwards. For a period of time, you will be lazy and unable to get motivated, and your enthusiasm for dedication will drop sharply.

Therefore, this large-scale ceremony is equivalent to overdrawing a period of belief in the future, but if it is held well, it can also strengthen everyone's belief.

What we need to do now is to overdraw our faith for a period of time.

An Ge has been sleeping for half a year, and has not farmed the land. The halo of quick death, which consumes the most soul flames, is not very active. Now he has accumulated soul flames equivalent to half a year.

This huge force is enough to make the entire world transfer station, especially the twelve guardian seats, all run.

But just to be on the safe side, Lisa still called everyone together, prayed and prayed, while feeling the miracle, resurrecting a Lord God of Light, isn't it a miracle?

Not only a miracle, but also a super miracle. If the believers of the Guangming Church saw this scene, their faith would even collapse, because their god was revived by others.

It's a pity that there are no believers of the Illuminati Church in the Abyss of Rest, otherwise I would really grab a few and come over to watch.

The twelve guardian gods started to work, powerful soul energy poured into the gods, and the guardians were activated one after another, quietly waiting for orders.

In the absence of a fight, the Twelve Guardians would stand still, because it would consume too much energy to move, and besides Patsy, the other Guardians would not be wise or even swear.

However, as long as they are within the range of activities of the Twelve Guardians, the seraphs dare not teleport over. They are super weapons that guard the world's transfer station and deter the powerhouses of all planes.

Surrounded by the Twelve Guardian Gods, even if the God of Scales is resurrected, he will still be hammered to the ground.

Of course, the twelve guardian gods are just insurance, and Shamara has already stood behind the stone statue, holding his back with both hands, ready to pollute at any time.

The sky gradually darkened, and the wind of peace blew slowly. The basin where the world transfer station was located was covered by the wind, as if it had become an isolated island.

"Let's go," Negris said.

An Ge had already made preparations. He heard that waves of holy light had been wiped on the body of the stone statue, erasing the grayness of his body layer by layer, restoring the freshness of flesh and blood.

Restoring vitality was not as difficult as removing the stone. Half an hour later, the gray stone statue had returned to the normal skin color of a living person.

Luther, who was on guard not far away, suddenly asked Lisa in a low voice: "Grandma, hey..."

"Who do you call grandma?" Lisa glanced sideways at him.

"Uh, Ms. Lisa, why does this God of Light look like a living person?" Luther rubbed his head and asked in a low voice, but murmured in his heart: Grandma's hand strength is getting stronger and stronger, and it hurts to beat someone.

Lisa's essence is a lich, no matter how tender she is now, it will not change this essence, Lich, isn't it normal to be stronger?

"They are living people, or in other words, God has made them must be living people, or they must be." Lisa said.

"God's design?" Luther wondered.

"It's very complicated, and I don't understand it very well. When you have time, you can ask Master Naig, it should be able to explain it clearly." Lisa said.

In the distance, Negris' ear bones moved, and he pretended to be nonchalant and went around to the other side, staying far away.

While they were chatting in low voices, the revived God of Libra suddenly went limp and was about to fall to the ground.

Behind him, a pair of slender and strong hands supported him.

The God of Libra barely stood still with his strength, shook his head, and looked a little dazed. After he stood still, he waved his hands behind him: "Get back."

The strong hand did not move back, but still supported him steadily.

This made the God of Libra frowned, and shouted without opening his eyes: "Stand back, can't you hear me?"

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