Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1138

Chapter 1138: Chapter 702 What Kind of Attack is This? Chapter 1138: Chapter 702 What Kind of Attack is This? The Goddess of Starfire had gone missing, which meant that no one could command him anymore…

Dark Wing turned his head and saw that the Light of Creation had retreated far away. Upon seeing him turn, the Light of Creation immediately waved his hand and shouted, “My lord, I’m cheering for you, my lord is invincible, go up!”

The Light of Creation was clearly unreliable, so Dark Wing had to take matters into his own hands. He gathered his emotions and shot upward with a sudden burst of speed.

To his left and right were two Undead Gods. The one on the left swung his forty-meter-long Death Scythe in a sweeping motion, but Dark Wing avoided it by shooting upward. The other Undead God immediately arched his body and let out a piercing scream as two enormous Ghost Tourers lunged out.

At the same time, Ange fiercely hurled his Lightning Spear.

The Lightning Spear was too fast for Dark Wing to evade, but with an outstretched hand, a sudden darkness enveloped his front, as if space itself were collapsing into his palm.

The speed of the spear, as fast as lightning, diminished sharply and then he snatched it in his hand.

Darkness spread from his palm, staining the entire Lightning Spear like ink, and then the darkness shattered, taking the spear with it.

Anthony couldn’t help but ask from behind, “Dark Erosion? Drosa, is this Dark Erosion?”

Drosa replied, “Yes, it’s Dark Erosion. General attacks have no effect on energy weapons, such as the Death Scythe or the Lightning Spear. Even if they vanish, they can regenerate, but Dark Erosion specifically counters energy weapons, completely destroying them after erosion. Don’t let Dark Wing touch the lord’s Death Scythe.”

The two Undead Gods quickly stowed away their Death Scythes.

The Ghost Tourers failed to touch Dark Wing and were burst one by one under his foot, then he spread his wings again.

However, he soon discovered that a multitude of light points had appeared opposite him, with solid Light Balls materializing around Ange, the Goddess of War, and the two Undead Gods. At a rate of forty shots per second for each god, they quickly surrounded their figures.

With forty shots per god, and four gods in total, that was one hundred sixty shots per second, which swiftly filled the void in front of them.

“Light Magic? How can magic be used in the void?” Drosa asked in surprise.

Actually, Drosa was one of the Ancient Gods with the most experience with planes. He had established the Sorcerer Alliance in the Starburst Plane by projecting himself and had built the Starburst Array, so he was well aware of the disadvantages magicians faced in the void.

Due to the lack of Magic Elements, in the void, except for those with space magic, other magicians wouldn’t be able to cast spells at all, let alone forty shots per second like Ange. Quadrupled by four gods, weren’t there too many Elements?

“It’s not Light Magic, it’s ‘Holy’ Light Magic,” Anthony corrected, emphasizing the word ‘holy.’ The manifestation of Holy Light was very similar to that of Light Element Magic, but they were completely different forces.

After saying that, Anthony even glanced at the array of angels.

Ange had summoned almost all the Holy Spirits, from the first to the fourth order, who under the leadership of Shamara and Luna, were silently chanting hymns.

Their hands were clasped in front of them, their expressions solemn and reverent as they gazed forward, their eyes blazing with a holy radiance.

Without the final beams of light, the scene would have remained solemn and sacred, but then each Holy Spirit shot beams from their eyes, and from afar, they resembled a group of walking spotlights, which ruined any sense of solemnity.

Moreover, with no air in the void, everyone couldn’t hear the beautiful, solemn, and holy singing; they could only see their mouths opening and closing as if they were fish, about to drown…

Anthony quickly turned his head away; he couldn’t keep thinking about it anymore–that would be too much…
Although the scene appeared somewhat comical, the effect was top-notch, brightening the entire void like daylight.

Now everyone understood what the pollen was for. If it weren’t for the scattering of countless particles, the beams of light shot by the Holy Spirits would truly be ‘beams,’ only able to illuminate in one direction, incapable of dispersing the darkness without blind spots.

However, Dark Wing had not realized this until now. He flapped his wings, and countless black feathered arrows shot out.

Numerous Holy Light missiles met them head-on, with darkness and light colliding and annihilating each other, bursting out into multicolored radiance.

The battle had entered Ange’s favorite rhythm: missiles, missiles, Holy Light missiles. As long as Dark Wing didn’t stop, Ange could keep it up until the next millennium. Although the Holy Light missiles were far less powerful than the dark feather arrows, they only needed to disrupt them, not completely neutralize them.

After a stalemate, Dark Wing sensed that something was amiss. It was bright all around him; could it be that he couldn’t absorb the power of darkness anymore?

Clank! Could these pollen particles be an ambush for him?

To find out whether it was an ambush was easy. Dark Wing’s wings curled in, and he suddenly shot upwards, attempting to flee!

A flash of light, and the space before him collapsed, a Mourning Skeleton emerged from the center of the collapse, swinging its fists at him.

Boom, boom, boom! Dark Wing threw three punches, exchanging blows with the Mourning Skeleton three times, each repelled backward.

Dark Wing rebounded, once again meeting the barrage of Holy Light missiles. He wrapped his wings around his body, creating a semi-translucent egg-shaped dark canopy. All the missiles hitting it vanished without a trace, as if sinking into a lake.

His gaze then shifted to the Mourning Skeleton, who was flung backward, and another Mourning Skeleton scurried over and propped it up with its shoulder.

Feiti stepped onto Harvey’s shoulder, twisting around, feeling the bones were pressing uncomfortably against his foot. He complained, “Your bones are so sharp; they’re terrible to stand on. Can’t you smooth them out a bit?”

“Hey, I’m already letting you stand on me, which is generous enough. Stop complaining, or believe me, I’ll lie back down!” Harvey grumbled, twisting his waist disk.

Despite his complaints, he still summoned his Soul Armor, materializing a sturdy shoulder guard for Feiti to stand more comfortably.

Feiti didn’t dare to speak further. In the void, to withstand the impact during his Flash, and to voluntarily offer a shoulder to stand on, there was no one other than Harvey. It’s not like he could ask Locke, right?

If you dared to make such a request, Locke would dare to dismantle you on the spot. It was only because Harvey had advanced later that he was easy to pick on.

Lisa, holding a bundle of ears of rice, peeked stealthily from behind Feiti and Harvey, and with concentration, she ‘gazed’ fiercely towards Dark Wing’s stomach–Conceive with a Glance.

Dark Wing immediately felt something was off–why was his stomach feeling warm? He reached down to his abdomen, following the direction of the incoming power, and saw the peeking Lisa.

As he looked her way, Lisa quickly withdrew her head.

Dark Wing was also a bit confused. He had set up a semi-translucent dark canopy; who was this woman? How could she directly affect him?

Although it only caused his stomach to heat up, it was, after all, an attack that penetrated his dark canopy. Such a strange attack, even if not very powerful, could disrupt him at any moment. What kind of attack was this?