Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 961

Chapter 961: Chapter 533: I Will Not Surrender, Kill Me Chapter 961: Chapter 533: I Will Not Surrender, Kill Me On the ground, Negris and the others were intently watching the battle. When Ange’s light wings propelled him toward Arambrough, Negris exclaimed subconsciously, “A moth!”

The mural of the Purple Skeleton Titan, Kvada, was not done in an abstract style but in a realistic one, with the massive flame flow from the light wings resembling a pair of gigantic wings.

Long ago, Negris had been puzzled by the battle stance of the six-winged archangel, because six wings are biologically and aerodynamically unreasonable–how could six wings fly without getting tangled up?

Even if they didn’t tangle, it still didn’t make sense. Did all the wings flap together in unison, or did they move asynchronously, with the front and the back wings flapping out of sync? If they moved in unison, given the volume of the wings, there would be no space except to stack them on top of each other.

If they moved asynchronously, then the airflow would become chaotic and would not help with acceleration but rather cause deceleration.

Negris had even seen depictions of twelve-winged archangels in some knight novels. Were those still angels? Or were they just people with a dozen flying wings attached?

It wasn’t until he realized that six-winged angels only have one pair of true wings and the rest are light wings that it all made sense, “Even the Gods of Light couldn’t possibly design a holy spirit so brain-dead that it gets tangled up in its own six limbs.”

But even if four pairs were light wings, it still didn’t solve another of his doubts: what was the use of light wings? Flapping them? The effectiveness of flapping light wings wasn’t great, and maintaining them consumed a lot of energy. Were they just for show?

And let’s not rule out that possibility, because for the spread of faith, looking attractive is most important. If it looks dull, who would believe in your light?

But now, Negris understood that light wings weren’t for flapping, but for ‘spraying’. Little angels had done it before, but not as explicitly as Ange was doing now. At this moment, Ange was the very ‘Great Moth’ depicted by the Purple Skeleton Titan.

After pouncing for a moment, Ange leaned back as if he had been hit by a Soul Impact and then he raised his finger.

“Can the Spirit Oscillator amplify the Soul Impact?” Negris was astonished.

Obviously, it could. Arambrough suddenly leaned back and fell down on his buttocks, but he quickly recovered. However, his face was filled with shock. Besides His Majesty, was there anyone else whose Soul Impact could harm him?

Caught off guard, Ange had already pounced in front of him. The Holy Light scythe swung down, and that was bad enough, but Ange treated the Holy Light scythe as a Magic Wand. As he waved it around, it condensed several Holy Light missiles that targeted his locked-on target.

This dual-tasking ability showcased his terrifying control.

Arambrough stepped on the Soul Car, and a huge shield flipped up, big as a door panel, covering his front.

Clang! Ange’s Holy Light scythe struck the shield, and all the Holy Light missiles bombarded it as well.

As Arambrough stepped on the shield, he had already started to retreat backward, crashing into the compartment of the Soul Car.

From Negris’s angle, he could see smoke shooting out from under the Soul Car, quickly moving at a slant, towards an angle out of Ange’s sight.

Trying to run? A flash of light hit the ground, and Flash Feiti collided with the smoke. But he immediately passed through the smoke, paused, and said, “It’s not him!”

At that moment, a strong spatial fluctuation burst out of the Soul Car.

Feiti immediately pounced, pounding a fist on the Soul Car. With a loud noise, the Soul Car emitted a strong rebound, sending Feiti back a bit, and the Soul Car itself was dented with a fist imprint.

“The Soul Car has defense. We can’t smash it open with one or two punches. Hurry, don’t let him escape,” Negris urgently shouted.

If this Lich escaped, they’d have to flee immediately, or else face the entire Undead Empire’s beating, and forget about using the Transmigration Altar.

Ange’s endless barrage of Holy Light missiles pounded the spectral carriage, turning it from black to red, but it was too late. Inside the carriage, a spatial fluctuation exploded, activating the teleportation.

“Damn it, he got away. These old Liches are really slippery, experts at escape,” Negris cursed involuntarily.

Old Liches and Undead are cunning because they have lived for so long. No one knows how many items they carry or how many kinds of skills they have learned, not to mention their mysterious abilities.

Therefore, Anthony’s plan was to be cautious, then cautious, and then cautious once more. Little Angel Ange was responsible for drawing attention, while Feiti attempted a sneak attack, hoping for a quick victory.

Who could have predicted that Feiti would fail? Ange had no choice but to step in, only to have the target slip away.

Slip away? Big Mouth leisurely turned around, opening wide: Ahhhhhhhh–
It took Feiti five punches, but he managed to blast apart the undercarriage of the spectral carriage. However, before that, Ange had already blasted the door of the spectral carriage open with his Holy Light missiles, dragging out a dumbfounded Arambrough.

“Why? Why did the teleportation fail? What have you done?” Arambrough shouted in astonishment.

No one answered him, so he began to shout again: “Winds that stir, come forth, Elementals–”
As the elements began to gather, Ange gave a flick of his wrist, and one after another, continuous second-level Dispel Magic burst upon him, twenty per second, completely scattering all the elementals without leaving a trace.

“I’ll hack you to pieces,” Arambrough shouted with shock and anger. How could such a low-level Dispel Magic scatter his elementals? How did he do it? Filled with doubt, Arambrough turned and threw a punch towards Ange’s face.

Ange dodged left and right, a flurry of dodges, then passed Arambrough to Feiti, who was climbing up to them.

Now that the Lord of Mourning held him, there was no chance of escape.

Arambrough gave up resisting but asked curiously, “Flash Feiti?”

Feiti was taken aback. Could he be recognized even in this state?

Feiti was now wrapped tightly in Holy shrouds, with only his head uncovered, but he was wearing a hooded cloak and such, making it impossible to tell he was the Lord of Mourning.

Seeing Feiti not speaking, Arambrough shifted his gaze to Ange: “You are not a Holy Spirit, what are you?”

Ange reached over to his heart and pulled out the God Status of war and peace, and after some time to familiarize himself, Ange had mastered the use of the God Status of war. He could pull it out without cutting flesh.

“God Status? Are you a God? There are still Gods these days? Let me see,” Arambrough stretched his neck out.

Such a strange request? Ange showed him the God Status for a moment.

Arambrough looked at it carefully, nodded his head, indicating he had finished.

By this time, Feiti had already pushed him to the ground, and everyone gathered around. Anthony was especially eager to ask, “Did you figure anything out?”

Arambrough nodded, “I have. You are from the Divine Realm, members of the Church of Light. Who would have thought, Your Majesty’s home has been raided by you. To think you captured Flash Feiti, turning him into your lapdog. Hmph, but I won’t submit. Just kill me.”

PS: I went to the doctor because my back was sore, and although no serious issues were found, there are still some minor problems. I’m going to the hospital tomorrow for minor surgery, which might require three days, so I probably won’t be able to update.