Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 589: Chapter 331 — The Power of God? What God? _3

If someone had been keeping track, they would notice that the Holy Light Flash of the Little Angel was growing more potent each time it was used.

When the beam of light hit the Divine Bone, it instantly vaporized its armor and clothes, leaving only a skeleton behind.

This skeleton was not burned by the additional damage from the Holy Light, but instead absorbed the residual Power of Holy Light, causing a faint light to emanate from the bones.

This strange transformation made Ange tilt his head. The Little Angel also titled its head, looking at Ange with confusion.

The Divine Bone’s roar was interrupted and it was forced to retreat several steps by the Holy Light Flash, but it did not appear to be seriously injured and once again started growling.

One by one, dimensional rifts opened, and Golden Skeletons emerged.

The first thing the Golden Skeletons that came through the rifts did was to lock their gaze onto Archbishop Dyson, who was bursting with holy power.

Dyson yelled out in frustration, “I’m on your side, look there, over there!”

The Golden Skeletons looked blankly in the direction Dyson was pointing. They were Golden Skeletons, possessing a certain level of wisdom and ability to think. Although their intelligence weren’t high, they weren’t easily fooled. Clearly, this man radiating an obnoxious power was more like an enemy to them.

Turning their heads, they saw Ange pulling out a massive Golden Skeleton.

Big Bone rubbed its eye sockets, its deep voice grumbling: “What do you want me to do? I was sleeping comfortably.”

Ever since Big Bone found out that Ange had Liquid of Breath of Death, it had fallen in love with bathing. Like Locke Durken, it enjoyed soaking in a barrel filled with Liquid of Breath of Death.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

However, due to its large size, there was no barrel that could accommodate it. Therefore, it had to curl up with its knees hugged up to its chest, similar to a large figure who stole a child’s bathtub.

All the others had gone to ambush Archbishop Dyson. Only Big Bone was left in Ange’s space who could move, compelling Ange to drag it along.

Little Angel pointed at the Divine Bone: “Roar!”

Big Bone said hesitantly: “Fight? That’s not good. What if it gets broken?”

Little Zombie pointed at the Divine Bone: “Roar roa!”

Big Bone helplessly said: “Alright.”

Turning towards the Golden Skeletons and the Divine Bone, Big Bone bared its teeth and claws, roaring fiercely.

The Golden Skeletons looked at each other in dismay. Prompted by what they perceived as a challenge, they turned their gaze to Big Bone and the Soul Energy inside their eye sockets began to burn fiercely.

With a sharp screech, over twenty Golden Skeletons charged forward.

Big Bone sighed, resignedly striding forwards. “Be careful, don’t touch, hey, watch out.”

Though it was yelling warnings, it kept swatting away the Golden Skeletons.

Big Bone was a three-meter-tall Giant Skeleton. Its soul was naturally larger than others, so even though it was a Golden Skeleton, it could take on several dozen regular Golden Skeletons in a fight.

Dyson looked at the stationary Divine Bone and then at Ange who was also standing still. He sighed. “Utterly useless. Looks like I have to handle this myself.”

Things weren’t supposed to be like this. Ideally, his avatar with a large army should be advancing on the Goddess of Beauty City. He had planned to release these Golden Skeletons at an opportune time, not stuck here alone.

“Well then, let me show you the power of a god.” Dyson sighed deeply, a special form of power erupting from him.

Power of a god? What god? Ange reached out and pulled out the Life-saving Hammer of the Goddess of Redemption. After a moment’s thought, he also took out the Hammer of Thunder from the Dwarf King, one in each hand.

The Ring of Balance materialized behind him. The divine runes on the ring were weird; they now featured some marks of sickles and rice panicles.

PS: I’m feeling quite downcast. My former leader and senior in the profession passed away yesterday. Sigh, he was only a few years older than me. Life is so fleeting. Some people asked me why I always write about skeletons. It’s probably because I’m afraid of death. I hope there’s a new, everlasting world after death. May his soul rest in peace.