Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Why did Shamala fall in the first place? Because he was too obsessed with pure light, he wanted to steal Ange's power, but unfortunately he couldn't.

Pure light is not only her obsession and her pursuit, but also her correct understanding of light. Light should be like this.

Why are there so many impurities in your light? Why is your light so dirty?

It’s okay if there is no comparison, but there is pure light, why are you so impure? Is it because you turn your back on the light?

The above is the true portrayal of Shamara's heart when she fell. If there is no comparison, there will be no harm.

So all along, her feelings towards Ange have been quite contradictory. Ange has the light of her pursuit, which makes her want to get close (robbed) close, but the voice in her heart frantically warns not to do stupid things.

If you can't grab it, what else can you do? gift?

Shamara brought the holy shroud bag she was dragging with a wry smile: "I have a hunch in my heart that something good will happen when I come here now. I thought I couldn't come here empty-handed, so I brought some gifts. Thinking that the gift has not been sent out, good things are coming."

"So, the 'good thing' has nothing to do with whether you give it a gift or not, but it's fine, Ange, why did you touch her head?" Negris asked suspiciously and curiously.

This vegetable-growing skeleton, apart from growing things, usually seldom takes the initiative to do anything, and the little angel has to circle around him, bouncing around for a long time before he reluctantly touches its head. Shyamala's head?

Ange tilted his head and was a little dazed. He just thought he should touch it, so he did it. How could there be so many reasons?

Seeing his expression, Negris knew that there was nothing he could ask from Ange. This shit is a skeleton, and he often doesn't know why he does things.

Except for the clear goal of planting things, other things are muddle-headed, but the results are all good. It's like the goddess of luck knocking on the door in the middle of the night-lucky at home.

No way, Negris had to turn to Shamara and asked, "What about you? How do you feel? Does pure light change you?"

"Oh." Shamara closed her eyes, sensed it for a while, then spread out her left hand, a ball of black light condensed in the palm, and spread out her right hand, a ball of holy light condensed in the palm.

"Huh? You can use Holy Light again?" Negris was surprised.

The power of corruption is highly polluting, and all the holy light that comes into contact with it will be polluted into the power of corruption, so after the fall, Shamara can no longer use the holy light.

But now, the ball of light in his right hand has returned to its former sanctity.

Shyamala shook her head, clenched her left hand, and saw the black light ball jump, as if the black inside was sucked away, and the light ball became holy.

Then her right hand tightened, and the holy ball of light turned black. If someone closed their eyes at this time, they would probably think that she changed hands quickly.

But Negris and Duroken saw the clues: "Is there a conversion between the two forces?"

The power of corruption and the power of holy light can be switched at will, so wouldn't Shamala be able to pretend to be a saint again?

Shamara nodded, and then slowly touched the corrupted light ball in her right hand with the holy light ball in her left hand.

Two forces with different attributes are either polluting each other, repelling each other, or...

"Fusion?" I saw two light clusters, one black and one white, merged into a grey-white light cluster.

Shamara retracted the gray light ball into her body, then stretched out a little finger, condensed a little light, then walked to Luthor's side, and poked on his arm.

"Ouch." Luther hugged his arm and screamed in pain, a finger-sized burn appeared on his arm.

Then she ran to the little angel and poked her finger on it. The little angel's arm was immediately covered with a layer of holy light, which blocked her finger, but the place where the holy light touched her finger also smoked.

In the end, Ange took out the little zombie, and when she poked it with her finger, it would still smoke.

Only then did Negris and Duroken look dignified: "For immortality, the holy spirit has additional damage?"

Shamara nodded, and then repeated the previous steps. She poked Luthor and the little zombie with her fingers respectively. When she wanted to poke the little angel, she was punched in the eye socket and missed.

But it's no longer necessary, because Luthor smokes, but the little zombie doesn't.

"Hey, the power that changes according to your will? You can add whatever damage you want? You don't want to attach it if you don't want to add it, and you can switch it at any time?" Negris gasped.

Shamala nodded.

Luther couldn't help but folded his arms and shouted, "Then why am I in so much pain? I'm not immortal, nor the Holy Spirit."

Negris said angrily: "That's your own injury, you were burned."

If an arrow hits an undead or a holy spirit, it will cause additional damage, but if it hits a living person, it will be an arrow wound.

Luther suddenly realized: "I understand, anyone who cuts me hurts, it's so unfair."

After some research, she finally found out about Shamala's situation. Now there are two kinds of power coexisting in her body, one is the power of corruption, and the other is the power of holy light, and the two can be transformed into each other.

And it can add additional damage to undead creatures and holy spirits, but it can also not be attached, and you can do whatever you want.

After figuring it out, Negris couldn't help but sigh: "Your benefit is too great."

"So... that's why I came here as a gift. I caught it on the way." Shamara also felt that she had made a lot of money, so she said a little embarrassedly, and quickly gestured to the bag she brought.

The bag had been opened just now, and a small opening was propped up. Something inside was peeping out. Seeing everyone's eyes turned, he quickly opened the bag.

The bag was pulled open, revealing the sad and angry face of the Goddess of Salvation: "I've already run a long way, I didn't come here, I was caught."

...

"Tell me, tell me, why did you arrest her? Didn't you just cause trouble for us? How do you place her now?" Negris looked at the Goddess of Salvation with a headache, and complained to Shamara.

The Goddess of Redemption had already given up on herself a bit, she was neither noisy nor noisy, she just stared angrily at the Archangel's staff in the little angel's hand, which was her favorite.

Of course the little angel wouldn't give it back to her, and put the stick behind her back angrily, ready to punch her in the eye at any moment.

The two guys stared like this, and they were about to fight.

Shyamala's embarrassment, she was planning to give a gift, but she didn't expect it to be a trouble:

"I met her on the road. She is hiding in a small town. She doesn't know how to farm or wash clothes. Her life is worse than mine. She can only treat diseases and save people occasionally, in exchange for some living expenses."

"Some time ago, the Holy Tribunal issued an order to arrest the witch, so she was reported. When I met her, she had just hammered those who arrested her to death. I saw, eh, it is the goddess of salvation. Just right, I couldn’t come to the door empty-handed, so I caught her.”

Negris said angrily: "Why did you catch her? Was it Luna who did it? Isn't that right, Luna?"

The holy armor on Shamara made a voice: "It is... the God of Knowledge."

"What should we do now? It was Ange who kicked her away, and now you have brought her back. How can we arrange her?" Negris said angrily.

Shamara and Luna felt uncomfortable when they heard it, so they could only laugh apologetically: "Kabada, I don't even like Goddess as a gift, so I can't talk today."

It's not because Negris disliked her, but I really didn't know how to deal with it. The goddess of redemption was already very obedient, and she hid in the small town after being driven away. agreement.

An Ge naturally couldn't kill her, but how to arrange her? No matter where she is placed, she is an unstable factor, and now she looks a bit self-defeating, and she actually got into a fight with the little angel.

The Goddess of Salvation is also very reluctant, she hides in the small town, and saves people by treating illnesses in exchange for some pocket money, and she still has to be arrested? Anyway, I can't hide wherever I go, so I don't want to hide at all, that rod of the archangel is mine, return it!

Eventually, before they could fight, Shyamala stepped forward and dragged the Redeemer away.

"Let go of me, let me go, the rod of the archangel is mine, let me take it back." The goddess of salvation struggled.

Shamara whispered, "You're trying a little harder, I didn't pull you too hard."

The Goddess of Salvation whispered, "I'm going to use a little force, but you hold me tight."

Just like that, she was dragged away 'reluctantly', and Shamara let go of her only after Ange and the others couldn't see her: "What should I do now? Where are you going? I'll see you off?"

The Goddess of Salvation said blankly, "I don't know. I hid in such a remote town, and you found me. Are you a Kobold?"

"Why don't you go to the Holy Court?" Shamara asked puzzledly. If she went to the Holy Court, as the goddess of salvation, there would be a lot of people protecting her, so why would she need her to heal and save people quietly.

Upon hearing the word Holy Tribunal, the Goddess of Salvation shook her head like a windmill: "No, no, no, you must not go. I am the Goddess of Salvation. Do you know where the despair I feel the most comes from? It's in the Holy Tribunal .”

The words of redemption silenced Shamara. She knew what the goddess of redemption was referring to. There were many priests in the church. The training of priests began at a young age, and the process was cruel, from soul to will, erasing nature.

In this process, what I feel the most is despair, because you can’t even give up. Giving up means giving up your beliefs.

Every year, more people die or go crazy because they can't bear the training, and they can't count on two hands.

But no one pays attention to the mental health of these children. Instead, they think that this is a necessary exercise. If they survive, they will be the most steadfast believers in God.

If it's another god, they don't actually care about this, as long as there are believers who can spread their beliefs, it doesn't matter how the believers come from.

But the Goddess of Salvation is different. She is in charge of love and redemption. All the despair and pain will be fed back to her in the end. If she could, she would have smashed the Holy Court long ago. How could she go back.

Shyamala was chosen as a saint when she was a teenager. In fact, she did not go through the most cruel stage, but despite this, her character is also very extreme and extreme. It is conceivable how hopeless the environment in the church is. and depressing.

"Then you follow us, lest you can't even afford clothes, and the creaking holes will be broken." Shamara said.

Salvation covered his armpits shyly, and said stiffly: "I just don't want to use my divine power, otherwise my clothes won't be the same every day."

"It's okay if you have money, look, black silk ones?" As soon as they talked about clothes, Shamara became interested, and she undid the holy armor to reveal the side of her tube top.

"Hey, the one with lace, what material is it?" the Goddess of Salvation said in surprise.

"Silk, Lisa said it's a black lace lock, anti-odor and sweat-wicking anti-sweat anti-static silk underwear, produced by Beauty God City, very expensive." Shamara pulled away a little.

"Wow!" The Goddess of Salvation exclaimed like a little girl who had never seen the world.

So, when An Ge and his party left, they saw two guys on the side of the road who were picking each other's bras.

...

Back at Chuolong Lake, the grain by the lake has been harvested and is being bagged and shipped out as quickly as possible.

The transportation of large quantities of food has never been an easy task. In many cases, famines are caused by insufficient transportation capacity.

There is a bumper harvest in the north and a drought in the south, but grain cannot be transported there, or it is too expensive to make a profit, so grain cannot be bought in the south.

At this time, a strong organization is needed, regardless of cost allocation, to solve this problem, such as Anthony.

If this is not the case, Anthony actually does not want to turn against Guliani so quickly. Of course, it is also considering Dyson's situation. If he does not turn against, Dyson will soon have to be exposed.

Many factors have prompted him to take this step, and what needs to be done now is to continue to consolidate the foundation of victory.

This may take a relatively long process. Anthony was already too busy to touch the ground, so he didn't follow this time.

Those who had work dispersed, and only Angel and Zombie Ange were left. They rode lightning and flew to the island in the center of the lake. The recording stone pillar moved there, because Ange discovered a loophole during the recording process. .

"You can still find loopholes? You have never found anything else, why can you find everything when you plant something?" Negris complained angrily: "What loophole? Let's hear it."

Anger said: "Outside the range, it doesn't remember."

As soon as Ange explained, Negris understood. For example, the stone pillar records the growth of crops within a range of 3,000 acres. If the factors that affect growth exceed the range of 3,000 acres, then it will not be able to record.

What factors, beyond the range of 3,000 mu, can also affect the growth of crops?

If someone else casts some special spawning magic on the upwind, or casts magic in the air on a rainy day, and lets the magic fall with the rain, it is possible to achieve the effect of cheating.

"You mean to say that someone might cheat the recording stone pillar and make the grain production exceed ours?" Negris was surprised.

If it was before, it would be more than it was. Ange might have to learn how others grow it.

But this time it is better to win the championship, because the appeal of the champion is not at the same level as that of the second place, which is not good for the promotion of new grains.

If it is still through cheating, the kind of grain that comes out is meaningless, because it has no promotion value.

While they were talking, on a certain piece of fertile black land, a few owls whispered in the air: "Teacher, do you really want to do this? If the assembly finds out, our reputation will be ruined."

The owl called the teacher said: "Yes, don't forget, in the school's simulation circle, the highest record is already 1,320 catties. If we can't exceed this figure, we are likely to lose, and then we will lose." What reputation?"