Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"I'm finished...I'm finished..." Abbott forcefully smiled and went to distribute bread to homeless orphans.

As soon as he walked away, Negris couldn't help complaining to Anger: "Can you stop talking casually, what did you do? You banned a saint by opening your mouth? You just projected it, how can you be so stupid?" How much strength do you have to do this?"

Angus shook his head.

"Okay, I get it. The power doesn't come from you, but you have used it. Could it be that the divine power of light here can also be used by your Libra godhead?" Negris muttered.

The power of faith is dedicated by believers, and it will form a network of power of faith. Every believer is a node. In the end, faith is gathered by the nodes and passed on to the gods.

To put it bluntly, the so-called godhead is like a buff circle that receives the power of faith.

The light beliefs of the main plane finally converged to the main godhead, and then distributed equally, where did the light beliefs of this world gather?

Thinking of this, Negris hurriedly said: "Come, come, you can cast the magic of light and see if there are any additional changes."

Ange cast the purification technique, which is his most proficient light magic.

"Huh?" As soon as the holy light came on, Negris saw a familiar scene. Some periosteum had grown on the bones of Ange's palm.

Anger was stunned, and Negris was also stunned: "You have become a little angel? Can you use the purification technique to restore flesh and blood? Could it be that your current skeleton is the skeleton of an angel?"

As Negris spoke, he went around to look behind Ange. The joints without wings were not the bones of angels.

"It's so strange, why is it not a holy skeleton, but it can be recovered by purification? Could it be a new type of holy skeleton?" Negris muttered blankly.

No one stipulates that angels must have wings. The species created by the gods of light can theoretically have no wings.

Just as he wanted Ange to restore his face first, Abbott came back.

He waved goodbye to those homeless orphans with a forced smile, and when he turned around, the expression on his face collapsed, as if mourning. He glanced at An Ge resentfully, but he didn't dare to get angry, so he could only walk by silently.

The holy light is looming, not very conspicuous, and ordinary people may not even see such a dim holy light.

Ange also turned to follow. Among the homeless orphans waving in the distance, a seven or eight-year-old girl ran over quickly and handed Ange a handful of moss. Before Ange could react, she ran back shyly. .

"Hey, grass on the grave? Is this a gift for you?" Negris was surprised.

Ange tilted his head, pulled out a spirit bean, flicked it at the little girl, and the spirit bean flew right in front of the little girl.

After the equivalent exchange, Ange quickly caught up with Abbott, and he heard him muttering while walking from a distance: "This game is over, what should I do now? I can't get into the town, I'm going to starve to death now. Sigh, how did I become a saint? Although this represents my lord's approval of me, but... oh, I was killed."

Negris was confused and shouted: "What are you talking about? Why can't you enter the town?"

Abbott complained, "The holy power on my body can be smelled by undead creatures hundreds of meters away. How can I enter the town? If I can't enter the town and buy bread, I will starve to death sooner or later. "

There was an unspeakable silence, and Negris asked: "Don't tell me, you never learned how to control divine power?"

"Ah? I haven't learned it. I'm just a grave keeper. I don't seem to be able to learn magic arts, right?" Abbott said hesitantly.

Is there such a rule? Gravekeepers can't learn divine arts? The Bright Church here has such rules?

To prevent himself from learning the wrong words, Negris did not answer, but said: "What gravekeeper? You are a saint now, a saint, and the divine power in you is the approval of the gods."

"Ah? A saint? That's right, I'm a saint now, not a gravekeeper?" Abbott was stunned for a moment, and immediately said disappointedly:

"But I'm so old, can I still learn the magic arts well? The magic arts must be selected from young and talented children, and they can be cultivated from an early age."

It is now in the form of a book, but if it is in the form of a little yellow dragon, Negris' eyes would roll to the back of his head:

"How much do you want to learn? The great prophecy? The great wish? Or the great echo? What you need to learn most is to restrain the holy power, don't let yourself shine, let people find out, and be able to go into the town to buy bread ?"

"Uh, yes, my lord, is it difficult to learn to restrain the holy power?" Abbott realized that he was thinking too much, and asked embarrassingly scratching his head.

"It's not difficult, put your hand on the book, don't use your hand to scratch your hair, use the clean other hand." Negris said with disgust.

Abbott put his hand on the brass book, and immediately sensed a piece of information flooding into his mind. He was shocked and learned a lot in an instant.

"This... this... so simple?" Abbott looked at the Brass Book in disbelief, and then at Ange in disbelief.

Abbott couldn't wait to follow the method that flooded into his mind, trying to control the holy power on his body, and soon, the holy light slowly faded away.

After confirming that the instilled information was useful, Abbott quickly knelt down and saluted reverently: "Thank you, sir, for the gift."

After speaking, I suddenly remembered something, and said embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, my lord, I just remembered that my other hand is usually used to clasp my feet. I'm sorry, I dirty your book."

An Ge immediately felt that the Brass Book in his hand was about to grow bigger, and he was about to jump up and hit someone, but without the support of Ang's strength, the Brass Book would not grow bigger.

Ange quickly cast the purification technique, wiped it on the book, and patted Negris on the occasion to prevent it from jumping up. Now it is disguised as a book, and it will be exposed if it jumps up and hits people.

"I'm so pissed off, I shouldn't have taught him anything. This stupid thing deserves to be guarded forever." Although he couldn't stand up, Negris still roared angrily in Ange's soul.

The two changed their clothes back, walked for more than an hour, and returned to the stone room. When they saw the situation in the cave from a distance, Abbott immediately lay down, observed carefully for a while, and then heaved a sigh of relief: "It's food delivery. Yes, that's great, I thought the Church had forgotten me."

Taking a closer look, there was a bone horse parked at the entrance of the cave, and a cloaked lich was curiously looking at the farmland in front of the door.

After a night of tidying up, the originally deserted farmland has become unconventional, and it looks like it was sorted out by an experienced old farmer.

Negris couldn't help but asked, "Why are Liches and Bone Horses delivering food?"

What the hell is going on in this world? The Holy Spirit of the Illuminati Church is a skeleton, and the person delivering the food is a lich. Is this the Illuminati Church? Or the Temple of the Undead?

Is it possible that they are actually the Temple of the Undead, but they are called the Church of Light because of the wrong name?

But Abbott took it for granted: "Of course it's a lich. Only undead creatures are convenient for long-distance travel. Moreover, liches don't need to eat, and all the food can be delivered, otherwise they would have to eat half of it on the way."

"Then why do you want to send food? Send some money, you can buy it in the town yourself?" Negris said.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.' , drew a holy seal on his hand.

Negris didn't know what to say. Not only did he go out to buy bread, but he also rescued several homeless orphans. Now he said it was against the rules. He was such a dedicated gravekeeper.

Seeing Albert, the lich stood up, untied two sacks of food from the horse, handed him a small medicine bottle, and looked at Ange.

Abbott hurriedly explained Anger's identity to the Lich. The Lich saluted Anger from a distance, and then rode on the bone horse and galloped deep into the desert to the east.

Negris looked at the medicine bottle in Abbott's hand, and suddenly said, "Open it and let me see."

"This?" Abbott opened the bottle and poured out a few pills.

After Negris checked it, he sighed secretly: "Have you ever been injured or suffered from some kind of disease before, you have to take a medicine every once in a while, otherwise you will be itchy and rotten all over your body, and you can't wait to hit your head to death ?”

"That's right." Abbott said, "That kind of itching is too uncomfortable, thanks to the holy medicine given by the Holy See, otherwise I would really rather die."

Negris sighed secretly: Is it really the Church of Light, or that vicious Church of Light.

...

For the time being, Ange lived here, plowing wasteland, watering and growing vegetables every day, living a fulfilling and satisfying life.

Every half an hour, Ange grabs a handful of things, sometimes seeds, sometimes soul crystals, and sometimes equipment.

After this period of observation, Ange found that his soul was growing, or recovering. Originally, the strength of this soul heart should be very high, but after sleeping in the stone room for too long, it had shrunk to the point of almost collapsing. the point.

After An Ge projected over, the power was slowly projected, allowing the heart of the soul to slowly recover.

However, this recovery speed was too slow, so Ange would grab a handful of soul crystals from time to time, refining and strengthening the soul.

As the soul heart grows stronger, the color of the bones becomes darker, and the strength slowly recovers.

Regarding this phenomenon, Negris is also puzzled: "I can understand the shrinking of the soul, but why do the bones degenerate? Is it osteoporosis? Even if there is no soul, the bones will only decay, not degenerate." ah."

"The only explanation is that there is some force eroding it. Your projection counteracts this force, but no external force is found to be eroding it. In other words, this force is not external."

"So, the biggest possibility is the soul connection. The soul connection between the body and His Majesty's black crystal body has caused its degeneration. It is very likely that this body is used to bind the two worlds, and it is a retreat left by His Majesty. , It’s really impossible, he can still return to the body through the soul connection.”

It's a pity that these are all speculations, and there is no way to prove them. What makes it even more angry is that Ange doesn't plan to move anymore. He specializes in planting vegetables there. He can catch a handful of seeds every time, forty times a day, which is enough for him. Cultivate while sowing.

Negris endured it at first, but in the end, Ange actually grabbed a seedling of the World Tree.

"Cangbada, do you really plan to grow vegetables here for the rest of your life? We are here to find His Majesty, and only after we find His Majesty can we find out what happened? Why did this world become like this, look for Your Majesty, look for Your Majesty!!!" Negris roared unbearably.

Ange raised his head hesitantly, looked at the man-made object in the sky, and looked at the crops that had sprouted before. If he wanted to leave here, without him watering them, these crops would all die.

or……

"Don't even think about it! You can't use the halo of quick death. It will take half a year for it to mature naturally. We are not here to grow vegetables! We are not here to grow vegetables! We are not here to grow vegetables!"

As soon as Negris finished yelling, Ang suddenly looked up to the west, and saw Albert running back anxiously, rushing into the cave to pull down a mechanism.

The camouflage mechanism of the stone chamber slowly lowered, sealing the passage leading to the stone chamber. Even if someone entered the cave, they would not find the stone chamber tomb deeper in it. At most, they thought it was an inhabited cave.

Pulling down the mechanism, Abbott rushed towards Ang, dragged Ang to escape, and said anxiously while running: "Hurry up, hide quickly, the thieves have robbed Desert Town, and they are scattered around to search and loot the town." There are more than a dozen riders coming in our direction, hurry up and hide."

As soon as the words fell, a thunderous sound of horseshoes was heard.

Albert's face was ashen: "It's over, it's too late, there is no shelter in front of the desert, we can't run a four-legged horse."

Negris said: "You cover your mouth and nose first, let's go."

It was to Ange at the beginning. Ange pressed Albert's shoulder, and the ground splitting technique was activated under his feet. The two of them sank straight into the sand like this, and soon covered their heads.

A dozen thieves crossed the cave and came to the entrance of the cave. Seeing the farmland at the entrance and the fast-growing vegetables that had sprouted, they exclaimed:

"Wow, there are people living in such a remote place? Vegetables? My God, I haven't seen what vegetables look like in a month. Why do you gnaw every day so that the corners of my mouth are bubbling? Eat dry."

Negris thumped in his heart: Baanger's food?