Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Negris' heart skipped a beat, and he almost cried out.

Shambarda! Doesn't this tell others that she also understands the Holy Light?

Sure enough, the priests looked at the little angel's hand in surprise, Monica grabbed the little angel's hand in shock, and pulled it to her eyes.

"It's really holy light, so pure holy light, it's worthy of being a saintly woman who is friendly to holy light, you don't need to learn it, just watch us play it a few times and you can learn it, it's amazing." Unica said excitedly arrive.

Pfft—is it still understandable like this? Couldn't it be that she would?

Monica also said excitedly: "Yeah, the talent is great. Only a pure saint who has just realized the holy light can release such a pure holy light. Alas, we are actually polluted by reality, and there are too many distracting thoughts in our hearts." gone."

Pfft—did you misunderstand because it was too pure?

Indeed, when the saint first realized the holy light, she was very pure without too many impurities. As she grew older, her mind became more and more complicated, and it was difficult to emit pure holy light.

However, is there a possibility that the guy in front of you is too simple, not because he 'just realized' the Holy Light?

Or maybe the guy who gave her the holy light is more pure, so there is such a pure holy light? Pure, pure, silly, can't you tell the difference?

Negris really wanted to jump out, unbuttoned her belt, pulled out the elastic cord inside, and twisted it into a slingshot to shoot her face, so that she could see clearly! !

Yunika suddenly noticed something, leaned his head forward, looked at Monica's face in horror, and said in shock: "Mother... Uh, no, Priest Monica, your face?"

Monica covered her face subconsciously, and glared at Unica angrily.

The birthmarks and scars on her face made Monica very inferior. Even her daughter should not poke her wounds in front of others.

Yunika knew that her mother was angry, but the discovery was so shocking that she had to say again: "Mom, your scar has faded, you can see for yourself."

As he spoke, he took out a small mirror from his pocket.

Monica took the mirror in doubt and took a look at her face.

The moment she put her hand down, there was an uproar all around.

The female priests who were attracted by the conversation between their mother and daughter had already turned their attention to Monica, and some of them went around to see what happened to Monica's face clearly.

Monica saw her face clearly, was shocked, and raised her head in disbelief.

She is so aware of the scar on her face, twisted and hyperplastic, that twists and turns like a bug every time she speaks, so she usually tries to cover it with her hair.

However, the scars are easy to cover, but the birthmark that covers half of her face is not easy to cover. As a high priest, she can't cover her face, and she has to endure some people's regretful or disgusted expressions from time to time.

It's okay to dislike her, she is a great priest, even the gods like her, don't you? How old are you? But the expression of 'regret' could easily make her angry. This kind of expression is nothing more than saying 'It's a shame to have such a good figure but such a face'.

But now, that ugly fleshy scar has faded, and the bulge is no longer obvious.

how so? Mobaka looked at the little angel's hand.

"Is it you? But... can I try again?" Monica didn't even realize that her voice was shaking.

Xiaotian took a big sip of the sweet fruit tea, and then pressed the holy light on Monica's face again.

Under everyone's gaze, the scar became lighter, slowly shrunk, and gradually smoothed out, until finally only a white mark remained, and all the raised scars disappeared.

"Wow!"

"Wow... so amazing."

Monica tremblingly stretched out her hand to touch the scar, felt its smoothness, took a look in the mirror, and finally said excitedly: "This...is this the pure holy light that I just realized? The purest holy light, Do you have the ability to purify all things?"

Pfft—Negris had an image of "spraying blood wildly with his neck up" in Ange's soul.

Chambada, can you still interpret it like this? Is it possible that this is not pure holy light, but some kind of healing magic?

No, Monica firmly doesn't believe it, neither does Unica, they don't believe it, this pink and cute little loli knows magic, she's just a little vegetable farmer girl who followed her father to deliver food, how could she know magic?

Even if you know magic, what kind of magic can heal this kind of old scar?

No, the old scar has formed skin memory, even if it is cut off and then treated, the scar will still grow back.

I have never heard of this kind of magic, so there is only one answer: that is the power of pure holy light!

"It's amazing. It's worthy of the saint's qualifications. I can release it twice in a row just after I realized the holy light. Unfortunately, the holy light is ineffective on birthmarks." Not only Monica thought so, but also Unica felt the same way, and even regretted it .

birthmark? The little angel tilted his head and stretched out a finger.

Anger picked her up immediately, because Negris had already roared in his soul: "Stop her, stop her, stop her from using freckle removal, you idiot!!"

"This is?!" Monica frowned, dare to treat their saint like this? What a guts.

Seeing her frowning, Unika knew what she meant, and quickly explained: "This is Mr. An, the father of the little boy."

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. An, thank you and your daughter so much for healing my scars, no matter what, please give me a chance to thank you."

"Come, come, this way please? What? No? No, please give me this opportunity and let me thank you very much."

"You may not know that this scar has become my heart disease, like a wound engraved in my heart, it stimulates my heart to bleed non-stop every day. Miss Ao cured my heart."

"It's not an exaggeration to say that I was born again. You must give me a chance to thank you for this kind of life-saving grace, right? God will not have mercy on those who are not grateful."

"Recently, we have held a lot of activities and programs there. You can participate. Miss Ao will definitely like it."

As expected of being a priest, Monica's mouth is so eloquent, not giving her a chance to be grateful is tantamount to scolding her for not being grateful, her sincere and pitiful appearance...

Ange was not deceived, but he still followed, because Monica said that one of the activities was the "Tiantian Shenshu Seed Appreciation Conference", where you can see the seeds of the Tongtian Shenshu.

...

Yin Coin said with a wry smile: "By the time I found them, they had already been brought into the warlock ladder."

"Who went in with whom? Is there anyone by your side?" Anthony asked hastily.

"My lord and the little angel and the little zombie went in, no one was around him, only Mr. Naig was projected on him." Yin Coin said.

Anthony was anxious, and clapped his hands: "Oh, this is troublesome, adults don't like to talk, and there is no one who can speak well by his side, so don't cause trouble."

Negris is clearly left out of the 'speakable' category.

Silver coin asked: "Then what should we do now?"

No one knows what to do, unless they can get in now, but no, they can't get into the warlock ladder.

...

Priests such as Monica and Unica led Ang and the others into the warlock ladder unimpeded. Instead of stopping them, the guards along the way saluted them respectfully. Monica and Unica also responded politely Then, the rest of the pastors just laughed and laughed and turned a blind eye.

Negris couldn't help complaining: "Aren't they afraid of undead creatures getting in?"

Soon Negris knew why they were not afraid of undead creatures coming in. After entering a closed space, the door closed and a ray of holy light shone down.

In such a closed space, if there are undead creatures, they can't even hide, and they will be evaporated directly.

This holy light is penetrating, even if you hide in a living person's body, unless...unless you have a holy light protection.

Negris wiped off the cold sweat in his heart, oh my god, if Anger and the others don't have the holy light protection, when this holy light comes down, the souls in their bodies will be wiped out.

Of course, they can also use their soul energy to fight it. After all, the strength of this holy light is not very strong, but if they resist it, it will trigger the alarm.

Ange has already seen that there is a death ball hanging from the place where the holy light shoots out. It is conceivable that if the alarm is triggered, the death ball will explode immediately.

Only the holy light can block the scanning of the holy light. If you use the holy light to resist, it will not trigger the alarm.

You have already used the holy light, so it must have nothing to do with the undead creatures. Undead creatures are so afraid of the holy light.

So not only Ange, Monica, Unica and others also offered sacrifices to the Holy Light.

However, their manipulation of the holy light cannot be compared with the three of Ange, and it will overflow out of the body and cause waste.

The three of Ange were able to confine the holy light to the flesh, quietly and without revealing it.

After the holy light scanned, the door at the other end of the enclosed space opened, and a group of people walked out in a single file.

Behind the door is a very different world.

...

The internal space of the Warlock Ladder is very large. It is 700 meters high and more than 60 meters in diameter. It is a giant creation, dozens of times larger than the largest sea ship owned by the Night Crow.

The number of internal floors alone is more than that of ordinary mage towers. The average mage tower is 300 meters long, and ninety-odd floors is already very grand, but the warlock ladder is twice as high.

However, the number of floors is not many, only thirty or so, and the height of each floor reaches tens of meters.

Seeing Anger's three curious expressions, Monica explained: "The gravity in the void is too small, so after the ladder rises into the air, it will spin and throw us to the wall, so now you see The wall is the ground after we reach the void."

Anger didn't understand, and his face was blank, but Negris understood: "Centrifugal force simulates gravity?"

There are several upward tracks on the wall, and each track has a seat. Monica leads everyone to sit on it, hold it, and start it.

Whoosh, they were gently but quickly raised to the top, and passed the 'chain' here to the area of ​​the three rings.

These three rings are made up of independent closed warehouses. The space of each warehouse is not small, with at least three bedrooms and two halls.

When connected together, they are end-to-end ring-shaped spaces, and running in the ring is fine, and they can go around and run back to the starting point.

When it is unlocked, it is an independent constructed airship with a certain independent flying ability.

"This is our accommodation area. All of us live in these three rings. We spellcasters live in the middle one, because when the rings are turned, the speed is different. The big ring turns faster, so the goblin with stronger physique Dwarves and human physicists live in the third ring, where there is more space."

Ange listened silently without responding.

Monica didn't care either. They thought Ange was just a vegetable farmer selling vegetables. He hadn't seen much of the world, so he might be frightened, so it was normal for him not to speak.

Ange didn't speak, but she couldn't help explaining, why did she coax Ange up with sweet words? Isn't it just for the qualifications of the saint, little friend.

Now that someone is here, how can I make her stay willingly? Of course, it is the yearning for a better life. If you don’t introduce the good things here, how will people know that life here is good?

Although she wanted the little boy to stay, but seeing the little boy's appearance, Mr. An can make a decision. The most urgent thing is to find a way to fool Mr. An.

While introducing, he motioned to the maid to bring up the good things.

Three cups of sweet fruit tea, a plate of nuts, a plate of sugar cubes, several plates of delicate pastries, and a plate of red fruit cubes were served.

Unika's face froze, and she quickly took off the red piece of fruit.

Monica glared at her and scolded in a low voice, "What are you doing? If you want to eat, cut it yourself."

Unika laughed and said, "Master, they sold these beets to us."

Monica was suffocated, and quickly motioned for Unica to take it away.

It was almost exposed. If I entertained the other party with something sold by others, wouldn't that be the same as telling them that I don't have anything good here?

He hurriedly greeted Ange and the others to eat.

Negris quickly said in his soul: "Eat, eat, pretend to be normal."

Since the arrival of the warlock ladder, in order to pretend to be normal people, An Ge and others have all activated their hearts. After the heart beats, some organs also activate, such as the stomach, and they can digest food even if they want to eat.

But pulling them out is very uncomfortable. Ange usually uses holy light to purify them, and Negris complained about this: Gods don’t need to shit.

Eating the pastries and snacks blankly, the three sat there, tilting their heads and looking at Monica.

Monica remained calm, but she was about to cry in her heart: What's wrong? Isn't it delicious? Give me some expression?

Well, it seems that these foods will not be able to lure them, thinking about it, the materials on the ground are so rich, no matter how poor they are, they can eat better than themselves.

It seems that we have to seduce them with novel things and colorful activities, but the time is not up now.

"How about it, can I show you around first, and then participate in the activities at night?" Monica asked with a smile.

Negris said quickly: Promise her, promise her, go visit.

Angus nodded.

Monica smiled and led the way, and led Ange around, turning around, and somehow arrived at the twentieth floor of the main pillar, which is where the Church of Light is located.

"This is the location of our Guangming Church, which enshrines the statues of the Lord of Light and the God of Truth." Monica led the way and introduced.

God of truth? Negris muttered in Ange's soul: Is there a god of truth in the lineage of the gods of light?

Ange shook his head, then stepped into the church, immediately frowned, and said in his heart: "There is something that steals the light."