Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Chapter 50 Die Holy Word!



Ange tilted his head, and before he could say anything, Negris had already poked his head over and asked, "What are you doing for so many beets? Are you afraid of attracting ants when you eat them every day?"

Luther shook his head vigorously: "No, I digest quickly. I haven't eaten since I broke through to Juggernaut. Beets are one of the few foods that can make me feel full."

Negris nodded: "That's right. It's too barren here. There's no grass. You can't raise livestock. You can't even eat meat. How can you have enough food? You're as thin as a gun barrel."

"And look." Luthor didn't care about Negris' ridicule, took out a piece of beet and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it and stimulated his fighting spirit to digest it, and then clasped his hands.

The grudge on Luther's body became stronger and stronger, and the aura was almost condensed into substance, reaching an extreme. Luther tightened his hands, and a pillar formed by the condensed aura appeared between his hands.

Negris' eyes widened: "Qi Sword? Have you advanced? Aren't you a junior sword master? How can you turn your fighting spirit into a sword?"

A great swordsman can release fighting energy, a junior sword master can leave his body with energy, and a high-level sword master must reach a high-level sword master to do so.

Luther shook his head: "No, but after I ate the beets, I felt that my whole body was full of strength, and I could burst out with stronger strength in a short time."

Luther swung the air sword a few times, and then flicked it far away. The air sword pierced directly into the hard rock wall until it reached the handle. It trembled for a while before disappearing.

"Can it still have this kind of effect? ​​Impossible?" Negris didn't believe it. It's not that he has never seen a Juggernaut, and he has never heard of a Juggernaut who can explode after eating beets.

"I don't believe it either. I even bought two beets from other places at a high price. Who knows that eating them will have no effect at all. Only Master Ange's beets can make me explode."

Hearing this, Negris couldn't help turning his head to look at Ange, but saw that Ange's hands were clasped there, exactly the same as when Luthor threw out his Qi sword.

"You don't know how to fight..." Negris poked his head over, just about to sneer, when he swiped, a black spike emerged from Ange's hand, almost piercing it in the eye.

"No, you are armed with the soul, not fighting spirit." Negris said angrily.

Anger ignored it, and concentrated on adjusting the soul armament. He used to use the sickle as the basis to deploy the Reaper's Scythe. Now that he saw Luthor transforming the sword empty-handed, he also wanted to see if he could deploy the soul armament empty-handed.

Although the real sickle can be used, the handle is too short. He can lengthen the blade, but it is difficult to lengthen the handle.

After several adjustments, a sickle with a two-meter-high handle and a wide blade appeared in An Ge's hand.

"It's so beautiful." Luther said enviously, a ferocious skeleton, with blue flames burning in the eye sockets, holding a scythe in both hands, like the god of death who harvests souls, so handsome: "Putting it on the battlefield can scare a lot of people. people."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ange jumping into the field, stepping on the mud and running forward quickly with the sickle upside down, the sickle blade almost slid across the ground. fell to the ground.

Ange jumped to the second ridge, and ran back with the sickle upside down. There was another row of beet leaves lying down neatly. This efficiency was several times higher than before. In the past, he had to bend over and drag, but now the stalk is longer. Yes, just stand and run.

Ange, who came back, shook the mud on his feet and said with certainty, "It's easy to use."

Negris and Luthor had black lines on their faces.

Luthor has gotten used to Anger's style of farming where everything is considered good. He shook his head and walked towards the field, saying as he walked, "Your Excellency doesn't need to cut beets if you want to try a knife. What a waste. I'll take these leaves away." Well, I can barely eat vegetables for two days, it's too wasteful, and I can't stand waste."

Before he reached out to the beet leaf, a cow's hoof stepped between him and the beet leaf. When he looked up, it was the tauren aunt carrying a dung bucket to fertilize. The thief stared at Luther: "Mine!"

Luthor curled his lips, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, why not just pick up some beet leaves, Mr. Ange didn't say anything, a tauren still wants to stop me, a majestic sword master?

Feeling vindictive, Luther was about to squeeze the tauren aunt away, pick up those crispy and sweet beet leaves into his arms, and make some thick soup and green vegetables to relieve the tiredness at night.

But before he squeezed the tauren aunt away, a horrible thing happened. The tauren aunt picked up the broom and stirred it into the dung bucket, then swung it at him.

"Kaobada!" Luther ran faster than when he cut the paladin that day, and disappeared after a while.

Aunt Tauren threw the broom on the ground, snorted disdainfully, and then happily harvested the vegetable leaves. Ange had contracted these vegetable leaves to her. After harvesting, they brought them to the city to sell. Everyone is welcome.

It wasn't until the tauren aunt finished picking vegetables and left that Luther sneaked back and said stiffly, "I don't care about her."

Negris sneered before turning to ask: "What's the matter with these two priests? What's the matter with these heavily armored shield men? You wiped out the team of the Illuminati Church?"

"I ambushed them a few times, killed some of them, and drove them out of Ice City. Now they dare not enter the city again, and only dare to camp in an open place, but judging from their posture, it seems that they are not going to leave. I also plan to send people over. I am here this time to ask Master Ange to take action and blast their camp with the flash of holy light so that I can go in and hack them to death. I captured the two priests and gave them to the Lord to drive."

"Good guy, send the priest to the skeleton? You are killing his old bones." Negris didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Everyone misunderstood Ange, thinking that he was the projection of the king of the watchmen, but Negris knew the details of Ange very well. He was just a lucky skeleton who inherited the soul network and immortality. Faith is equivalent to a false god, but strength is just that.

Put a priest by his side, what if the other party violently burns him with holy light?

As soon as this idea came up, I saw the female priest who had been curled up on the ground move. Her slender and powerful waist seemed to be loaded with springs. Although her hands were tied behind her back, she turned over and jumped up. He glared at An Gejiao and yelled, "Go to hell! Heresy!"

Holy light erupted from the priest's body, turning into a beam of light and piercing towards Ange—Holy Word: Go Die!

What the lord says is law, what the lord does is regulated, and what the lord thinks is manifested—holy words, this is a pure divine art that ignores the level of strength, and its power only lies in whether the belief of the "speaker" is sufficiently pious and firm .

As long as the belief is firm enough, powerful forces can often erupt and eliminate powerful heresies far beyond their own level.

But something that frightened her happened. The heretical skeleton in front of her grabbed the holy word with her bare hands.

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