Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Soon, everyone reached the top and immediately spotted the giant Soul Flame within the magic array. It was as large as a washbowl.

The Soul Fire of a normal Undead is only fist-sized. The Soul Fire of this Relay Spirit is at least a hundred times that of an ordinary Undead.

With one look, Negris understood how the Relay Spirit worked, “So that’s how it is. No wonder it’s so intense.”

Holcuk was taken aback, “How what?”

Negris smiled mysteriously without answering. This is a good method. With this, Ange could also create such a powerful Spiritual Body. Why would he just tell anyone casually?

Holcuk didn’t ask further. His only thought right now was to hand over the situation as quickly as possible. He wasn’t interested in anything else, so he took a step forward.

Just then, a ball was thrown in from the window. It fell next to the Relay Spirit, exploded suddenly, and a thought rushed out, imprinting itself on the already dormant Relay Spirit.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden turn of events. Ange was the first to react, rushing out the window in an instant, only to see an Undead hastily drifting down towards the base of the tower.

Without hesitation, Ange launched an exploding fireball at it.

The Undead formed a figure, revealing a surprised expression on its face. Obviously, it hadn’t anticipated Ange’s quick response.

However, upon seeing Ange’s exploding fireball, a sense of bewilderment and disdain crossed its face. Confusion for the fact that a skeleton was casting Magic. Could a skeleton actually learn Magic?

He felt disdain because, could someone dare to use magic in front of him? He was a Necromancer Magic Tutor.

The Undead casually waved its hand, and the incoming explosive fireball dissipated – Snatch.

High-level mages can strip the enemy of its control over the elements through elemental interference and mental suppression. This method works better the further the magic is from the opponent and the closer it is to oneself.

“Who would have thought that you, a dimwitted skeleton, could also learn Magic. Who’s your teacher?” The undead asked curiously.

Ange tilted his head, “None.”

“No teacher? Then who did you learn your magic from?” The Undead was even more interested in Ange’s teacher. To teach magic to a skeleton was an unimaginable feat.

“Self-taught.” Ange answered truthfully.

The Undead laughed as if he had heard a huge joke, “Hahaha, you won’t even admit who taught you magic? Self-taught? You, a dimwitted skeleton, self-taught to cast magic? Then I must be the God of Magic! Let a real mage show you what magic is.”

Ange’s answer had angered the Undead. He stretched out his hand and swiped in front of him, and a batch of exploding fireballs identical to those previously cast by Ange appeared in front of the Undead.

From this, it was clear that the Undead’s level of magic was indeed extraordinary. What he cast was not a Level 4 Regular Burst Fireball, but a small, Level 2 compressed exploding fireball.

He managed to recreate it perfectly after only witnessing Ange cast it once, demonstrating his astonishing mastery of magic.

He planned to use the same exploding fireball to blast apart this shameless, lying, and dimwitted skeleton. Even though this was an incredibly rare skeleton capable of casting magic, it was hardly an excuse for it to go around spouting nonsense. Self-taught magic?

He was a Magic Tutor himself and had never created his own magic.

Just as he finished speaking, the Undead saw Ange make the exact same gesture, with his palm swiping forward, creating a row of exploding fireballs.