NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 53 Headless Zombie
Ange happily smeared the holy light on the angel skull, which is actually the same as planting vegetables, sowing the seeds, watching them grow green and green, and grow up and mature day by day, Ange felt very happy.
It's the same now, when the holy light is applied to the skeleton, the flesh will grow, which is very similar to the joy of growing vegetables.
And the Angel Skull will also benefit from this process. Although every time the Holy Light shines, it will be weak, but after recovery, both the soul and the bones will grow to a certain extent.
This is the third time that the Angel Skull has cast the Holy Light. From the beginning, it can only accommodate 60 purification spells, to 70, and now to more than 80.
If it continues like this, it will hold more and more energy. If Ange's purification technique hadn't been upgraded, it would be a hassle just to fill it with energy.
The only bad thing is that it consumes too much to cast a Holy Light. Eighty cleansing spells are just charging. To restore it from a skeleton to an angel, seven thousand cleansing spells are needed, and the enhanced version also needs Two thousand records will take a day or two.
In other words, Ange is now going all out to work for a day or two before he can fire a shot of holy light. Such time-consuming and labor-intensive skills are destined not to be released casually.
Just as Ange was thinking, he was startled by an 'ow' sound. He turned his head and saw a heavily armored warrior breaking through the encirclement and rushing forward.
Lan's fireballs hit the heavy-armored warriors one after another, but it was very strange that the fireballs went out immediately after they exploded, unlike the normal fireball technique that would burn for a period of time after they exploded.
"There is something suppressing the elements under his heavy armor!" Lan immediately concluded, and loudly warned the others.
Elemental suppression refers to natural elements, such as wind, fire, thunder, water, soil, and light. In this case, the first way is to change to non-elemental magic, such as spiritual or arcane, summoning, and so on.
The second is to choose the type of elemental magic that focuses on physical damage, such as explosive ground thorns.
More domineering, of course, is to use excessive elements to cover the bombing, which exceeds the load of the suppression ability. Fireball can suppress it, can meteor fire rain suppress it?
After Lan gave the warning, he chose the second method. He swung the staff horizontally in his hand, and between his hands, the fire element rushed here frantically, and quickly twisted into a translucent ball.
As the fire elements surged more and more, the center of the translucent ball burned, but all the burning stayed inside the ball, and the translucent cover suppressed them inside until it was saturated to the point of bursting. Push, push the explosion out.
Under Lan's gaze, the explosive flame hit the heavy armored swordsman and exploded violently.
This violent explosion, which could blow up ordinary people, caused the heavy armored swordsman to lean sideways, and fell to the ground. But before Lan was happy, the heavy armored warrior got up as if nothing had happened, and continued to trot and charge.
A barrage of shadow arrows and death breath arrows fell on the enemy unscathed.
On the route of the heavy armored warrior's charge, there was a piece of ground with small air bubbles. When he stepped on this ground, his whole body sank suddenly and sank into the ground - quicksand technique.
To deal with this kind of tin can, quicksand is the most effective restriction magic, but the preparation time for quicksand is too long, it needs to soften the whole ground.
The swordsman in heavy armor fell into the quicksand, no matter how hard he struggled, it would be futile, and he would only sink deeper and deeper.
At this moment, the second swordsman in heavy armor also rushed out of the encirclement, stepped on his companion in the quicksand, and crossed the bunker.
It was too late to deploy the quicksand technique, and Ferlin directed the skeletons to go up to it. Among the thousands of skeletons he controls, 80% let him send them to the front to attack the camp.
On the battlefield, zombies and skeletons lead the charge as cannon fodder is the most reasonable strategy. They are not afraid of death and will not hurt, and can consume the enemy's strength. Even if the film is a lich, it is impossible for humans to lead the attack in this situation.
However, skeleton zombies can't stop this kind of tin cans. Their weapons will only be bounced when they hit the heavy armor. The swordsman in heavy armor chopped and swept, but he was able to cut several skeleton zombies in half.
Ow! With a roar, the skeleton zombies scattered away, as if they had heard some order.
The 'ow' sound was not the film, but the little zombie. When the skeleton zombie got out of the way, it flew over from a distance and bumped into the heavy armored swordsman at high speed.
The little zombie is the fastest among all the liches and zombies Ange has ever seen. With the same mass, the faster the speed, the greater the kinetic energy, so its impact is really similar to that of a cannonball.
The Angel Skull was knocked apart by it several times, and had to pull half of the body to ask Ange to help it put it back together.
The heavy armored swordsman was knocked to the ground by the little zombie.
But in this way, the little zombie lost its speed. When they both fell to the ground, the heavy armored swordsman rolled over and pressed them under him. The long sword dragged over and pressed on the little zombie's neck.
With a click, the little zombie's head gurgled and rolled away.
"Aw!" Ange roared after seeing this scene, the flames of his soul rushed out of his head uncontrollably, covering his head with a layer of flames, even more angry than when Tullus burned his fields back then.
He clasped his hands and strode forward, the wind element pushed him, pushing him out like a cannonball, and shot straight at the heavy armored swordsman.
The swordsman in heavy armor stood up, not caring about the enemies around him, and stomped on the little zombie's head. Pushed by the little zombie like this, he obviously knows who can really threaten him.
He didn't step on it, but he heard the wind. Looking back, he saw a skeleton jumping on top of his head, holding a scythe in both hands, and slashed towards his neck.
The heavy-armored swordsman suddenly had an ominous premonition, shrank his neck sharply, and tried to dodge the scythe. Normally, he was too lazy to dodge. There were very few attacks that could break his defense, and even if there were, they would not be fatal. Small wounds and pains, not even scratching an itch to him.
But facing the sickle of this skeleton, his instinct strongly told him, danger! ! !
However, Ange just twisted it cleverly, and the sickle blade shifted down by more than ten degrees, and it still slashed across his neck.
The sickle directly penetrated his neck like a phantom, hooking his soul out. The heavy armored swordsman was unharmed, but fell straight down. No matter how thick the heavy armor defense is, it is useless. The death sickle is not a physical attack .
Kicking away the body of the heavy-armored swordsman, Ange picked up the little zombie's head and said sadly, 'Aw! ’ with a sound.
He seldom feels sad, unless the crops are withered, but the sadness brought by the little zombie is several times stronger than those brought by those crops.
Just as he groaned, the angel skeleton patted him and pointed to the side. The headless body of the little zombie next to him was getting up, spreading his hands, and circling around like he was drunk.
An Ge tilted his head, and suddenly remembered that the soul of the Lich is not in the head, but in the heart, which means that the little zombie is not dead.
Bai was sad, An Ge patted the head of the little zombie in his arms, and then gave it back.
Although the soul of the Lich is not on the head, they still rely on the eyes to perceive the outside world. If the head is off, it can only use the soul on the chest to observe again, and it needs to adapt again.
Picking up his head, the little zombie twisted it around his neck, but unfortunately he forgot, the head was cut off, the incision was smooth, there was no way to buckle it, no matter what he couldn't screw it on.
Anger looked around, grabbed a skeleton that was about the same size as the little zombie, unscrewed the spine joints of its neck, and replaced it with the little zombie's neck, and then screwed the head on.
The skeleton that lost its spine and separated its head and jaw silently opened and closed, seeming to be accusing Ange of this banditry.
The little zombie with its head on finally stopped circling around, turned around and pointed at the heavily armored warrior who had fallen into the quicksand, and yelled angrily at Ange: "Oh!"