Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

There must be a Space Artifact on the Undead body, but this Space Artifact was directly obliterated by the Breath of Death Shockwave, the space inside burst open, and items stored in it were blasted out.

If Negris saw this, he would surely shout mistress to the Goddess of Fortune again, because the chances of a killing causing a space burst is very, very low.

Any Dimensional Space is a powerful force. The most likely result after it bursts is to shred all the items inside, not to blast them out.

Unless there are high-energy items that can’t be shredded in the Dimensional Space, or the space inside is extremely unstable, both are extremely rare. Even Negris has only seen this three to five times.

Other things are not very noticeable. Ange’s attention was all drawn to a box. It is a box with a transparent crystal cover, and there is a light inside as if it was solidified in the box, motionless.

Why is there only half of the angel wing on the crystal cover and the box body made of unknown material?

I don’t understand, and now is not the time to understand either. Ange just glanced at it and immediately grabbed it. The speed was so fast that most of the items that had been blasted out hadn’t even fallen to the ground yet.

As soon as Ange flew back to the tower and looked, he realized that he had wronged the Little Angel.

The Relay Spirit had become extremely terrifying, its soul radiating a strong killing intent, its whole body swelling hundreds of times, covered in solidified Soul Armor, turning into a monster with a diameter of two meters.

A huge spike condenses from the Soul Armor of the Relay Spirit, piercing it in front of the Little Angel.

The Little Angel’s big Light Wings curl back, wrapping it in, blocking the gigantic spike.

The Little Zombie pounced on the Relay Spirit, the hoe in his hand ding-ding-ding on the Relay Spirit’s body, chiseling the surface of the Soul Armor.

A spike protrudes from the surface of the Relay Spirit, piercing the Little Zombie, piercing its Soul Armor, but being blocked by the strong flesh, it was knocked away.

The Relay Spirit’s situation is not going well either, constantly emitting black smoke, residual Power of Holy Light is burning it, causing it intense pain. This sense of pain makes it even more raging, attacking another spike, which also sticks to the Light Wings shield of the Little Angel.

The one that caused this damage is right in that pair of Light Wings.

Finally seeing Ange come back, Negris yelled as quickly as possible: “A strong intent burst from that sphere, imprinted on the dormant Relay Spirit, replacing the consciousness of the Relay Spirit, quickly kill it.”

“It can’t be killed, run, this is a Relay Spirit, a spiritual body hundreds of times stronger than the Golden Skeleton, a glance from it could blow up our souls, run, run before it completely takes control of the Relay Spirit.” The sound of Holcuk is several times louder than that of Negris.

Having nurtured the Relay Spirit for three hundred years, he has a deeper understanding of the strength of the Relay Spirit. This kind of spiritual body cannot be understood with the concept of Undead. Even the strongest undead Saint of the Golden Skeleton, the Soul Strength cannot reach one-tenth of the Relay Spirit.

I guess the whole Undead world, only Harvey could exceed the Soul Strength of the Relay Spirit. Oh, and the human Soul Tower.

This kind of spiritual body, it’s really impossible to use brute force to win, better run away, find more suitable people to deal with it.

“Run? Why run? I fixed it.” Negris asked puzzledly.

“Fixed it? How is that possible?” Holcuk turned his head and looked, only to see a scene that made his soul stand still.

A Purple Gold Skeleton leaned in front of the Relay Spirit, allowing the spike of the Relay Spirit to keep hitting him. Spikes were sprouting everywhere, like a sea urchin.

However, these spikes couldn’t harm the Purple Gold Skeleton at all. The Purple Gold Skeleton stood steady, his fingers fired a red light, sizzling on the imprint of the Spirit of Terror in the Relay Spirit, slowly removing these marks that did not belong to it—the Spot-removing Spell.

“The… The Lord of… Mourning… Ha… Harvey, sir?” Holcuk thought it was Harvey.

“Haha, it’s not Harvey, it’s the Undead God. Oh yes, you once called him crazy in the Communication Domino, remember, Locke?” Negris said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Holcuk remembered something, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Negris unbelievingly.

During his three hundred years attached to the Relay Tower, he only lost his temper and called someone crazy once, because the other party claimed to be the Undead God. Is he so unlucky? The only time he scolded someone, the other party was actually the Undead God?

Holcuk felt a bit weak in his legs and sat down on the ground.

After the Spot-removing Spell removed the mark of the Spirit of Terror, the Relay Spirit slowly returned to normal, and Ange’s transformation time as Locke had also arrived, and he turned back to his original form.

Releasing Soul Energy to soothe the Relay Spirit, soon, the Relay Spirit became familiar with Ange. Under the influx of powerful Soul Energy, the damage it suffered from the flash of the Little Angel was slowly recovering.