Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

The black holy flame poured into his body, starting from the armpits clasped by both hands, the black holy flame seemed to be infused with the ink in the clear water, and slowly smudged away.

The God of Libra felt that his body was burning. He was no stranger to this feeling, but what was burning now was a dim holy flame.

The God of Scales shook his head vigorously again, finally regaining consciousness. His gaze swept to Ange, to the believers and guardians around him, to the wind of rest in the sky, and finally his eyes fell on the black saint on his body. on the flame.

"What did you guys do to me?" The God of Scales said as he swung his arms and swept them behind him.

A hand reached out, grabbed his wrist, and held him firmly.

"?" The God of Scales blinked his eyes, thick doubts almost jumped out of his eyes, someone grabbed his arm of God? who is it?

He took a closer look in doubt: a skeleton? Is there a mistake?

The God's Arm struggled vigorously, but did not break free. The other hand couldn't help raising its fist, and was about to swing it out, but just as it was raised, a steel fist the size of a head bounced over, squeezed hard, and knocked him out. The whole little arm was held.

Turning his head to look, it turned out to be a steel giant?

"Who are you? Where is this place?" The God of Scales was confused and puzzled.

He is a little confused now, didn't he get hit by a petrified light? Why come here, where is it?

Look at this ring-shaped basin, look at this towering teleportation tower, look at those steel giants, why is it a bit like the world transfer station of the undead empire?

The black holy flames smudged round and round on his body. In a daze of confusion, the God of Libra continued to struggle instinctively. He stomped his feet vigorously, and a circle of halo centered on the landing point spread out.

The halo impacted Ange, impacted Patsy, impacted...

boom! A big foot stepped on his toe, breaking the halo on the spot. At the same time, a big fist hit his eye socket, causing him to lean back involuntarily, and black circles quickly appeared in his eye sockets.

Locke's hands, hands that can tear even the body of a god, are nothing if you hit your face with dark circles.

The God of Libra was a little dazed by the smashing. Perhaps in his entire life, he had never experienced this kind of experience of being grabbed by someone with his hands wrapped around his face. This made him scream out in frustration, "What are you doing to me?"

The blazing holy flames gushed out of him, dazzling holy light burst out from his eyes, and a light-like phantom slowly emerged from his body—the real body.

The appearance of a living human being is only his external image, in order to meet the imaginary needs of believers, the real God of Libra is not like this.

With a bang, a big hand engraved with magic patterns slapped the light and shadow, and a violent energy impact exploded. The light and shadow were shrunk back, almost retracting into the original body.

A Shou Shen who is very similar to Patsy, also has a round body, but has a pair of springy long legs, the legs popped out, and his body bounced above the God of Libra, and he patted it down with one palm.

"Damn it, those who offend the true God, you will bear my wrath!" An angry voice seemed to growl from the throat of the God of Scales.

The long-legged Shoushen took another palm shot.

"The wrath of God will burn your body!"

A fire erupted from the guard's steel shell.

"Crack!" Shoushen ignored the flame, and slapped his light phantom again.

"Send you to the abyss of pain..."

There was no response, another slap, 'slap'.

"The wail of eternal despair..."

There was another slap with a 'slap', every time the God of Scales uttered a sentence, the big hand of the Shoushen slapped his real body back abruptly.

The twelve guardian gods guard the transfer station in the world, each with different abilities, but there is one ability in common, they ignore most of the attacks of the head, such as what holy words, rebound, and burn , shocks and the like, the skin is very solid.

If you want to blow them up, it's best to fight them hard with real knives and guns, and don't use those fancy skills.

However, it's not so easy to blow them up. It's not easy to break the defense while standing still with a steel shell and magic patterns.

Ange's Patsy grabbed his hands, a long-legged guardian was slapping him, and ten other guardians were watching, but none of these were fatal.

The deadliest attack came from Shamara. She pressed her hands on the back of the God of Scales, and the black holy flames poured in continuously, smearing the God of Scales. Gradually, the light of the Scales God became no longer holy. Wisps of black flames were mixed in the white light.

The frightening thing about the power of corruption lies not in its strength, but in its pollution. A large tank of water will also be polluted by a drop or two of ink, and the light mixed with the power of corruption will become impure. Light?

The God of Libra felt that his strength was fading rapidly, and by the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

"I... I can't sense the holy light anymore?" the God of Libra murmured in disbelief, and his real body retracted into his body.

When I transformed into my real body, I couldn’t break free from the imprisonment of Anger and Patsy, let alone now, being held firmly, just like being dragged by the tauren aunt at the entrance of the vegetable market to experience activities, I can't make money at all.

"You guys, what are you doing to me..." The same question was uttered again from the mouth of the God of Scales, but the tone was completely different, and the tone was full of anxiety at this moment.

"It's nothing, it's just making you like me." Shamara said softly, but there was a tremor in her voice that she didn't notice, she polluted a main god.

If it wasn't for the God of Libra who just woke up, if it wasn't for Ange and others to restrain him, if it wasn't for the ability of 'pollution' to restrain his divine power, this kind of pollution would never be successful. All of this can only be said to be a coincidence up.

"Fallen... Fallen power? You polluted me? Are you with that rebellious Luna?" The God of Libra finally realized what power those black holy flames were, tremblingly said.

Rebelling against Luna? Fallen angel? Who are you referring to?

"Are you talking about her?" Ange pointed to a short distance away, and he also took out the petrified angel sculpture carrying an unknown weapon, and placed it alone in the corner.

This angel is also a fallen angel like Shamara?

Anyway, he couldn't break free, so the God of Libra gave up struggling.

Shamara was excited and excited, so that she could plunder the fruits of victory to her heart's content. She kept plundering the holy power of the God of Libra, and then poured it into the power of corruption, and kept plundering until she couldn't hold on.

"Tie it up, tie it up, is there any way to tie him up?"

"Gods of light, can't the rope be tied?"

"Is the Holy Shroud okay?"

"You stupid, maybe the holy shroud is defined by him."

"Let's come." Patsy said, pointing to one of the guards, which has the same chubby body, but its body can be opened, and there is a hole. Open the lid and stuff people in. The hole is just right Show your face.

"The coffin of immortality, the king made it to imprison the gods of light." Patsy introduced.

It's been a long time since I heard the title king. In the system of the undead empire, it refers to the only supreme existence—the undead king.

After shutting the God of Scales in, Negris flew over eagerly: "That's great, we can have a good interrogation about what happened."

Everyone was extremely curious about the disappearance of the king and the gods, and now they have caught a god of light, so of course they couldn't help but ask.

But before Negris started to ask, there was a series of crackling sounds. Looking back, he saw that the surface of the petrified angel sculpture was shattering, as if something was about to break out from underneath.

Negris immediately reacted: "Not good! The God of Scales has lost his divine power, and the holy frame of equality is also invalid. This seraph is about to wake up."

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