The Exotic Land Reclamation of Vegetable Skeletons

Chapter 50 Die to the Holy Word!

Ange tilted his head, but before he said anything, Negris had already leaned his head and asked, "What are you doing with so many beets? Are you afraid of peeing and attracting ants if you eat it every day?"

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

Negris nodded: "That's right, it's too barren, there's not even grass, you can't raise livestock, you can't even eat meat, how can you be full, you're as thin as a gun."

"And you see." Luther didn't care about Negris' taunt, took out a piece of beet and shoved it into his mouth, swallowed it and urged his vindictive energy to digest, and then clenched his hands.

The vindictiveness on Luther's body became stronger and stronger, and the aura was almost condensed into reality, reaching a peak. Luther's hands tightened, and a column formed by the condensed energy appeared between his hands.

Negris' eyes widened: "Qi Jian? You advanced? Aren't you a junior juggernaut? How can you transform your Qi into a sword?"

A great swordsman can release his vindictive energy, and a junior juggernaut can leave his body, but a swordsman of douqi must reach a high-level juggernaut.

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

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

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

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

Hearing this, Negris couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ange, but saw Ange's hands were vacantly held there, exactly the same as when Luther sacrificed his qi sword.

"You don't know how to fight...." Negris looked over, and was about to sneer, when he brushed it, a black spike emerged from Anger's hand, almost stabbing into its eyes.

"No, you are a soul weapon, not a grudge." Negris said angrily.

Anger ignored it and focused on adjusting his soul weapon. He used to use the sickle as the basis to deploy the scythe of the god of death. Now that he saw Luther turned into a sword with his bare hands, he also wanted to try whether he could deploy his soul weapon with his bare hands.

Although the actual 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 two-meter-high scythe with a door-wide blade appeared in Ange's hand.

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

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ange jumping into the field, stepping on the mud and running forward with his sickle in hand, the sickle blade almost slashed against the ground, and when he ran to the end, a row of beet leaves was neatly cleaned fell to the ground.

Ang jumped to the second row of fields, and ran back with the sickle upside down. It was another row of neatly fallen beet leaves. This efficiency was several times higher than before. In the past, he had to bend down and drag, but now the handle is longer. Well, just stand and run.

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

Negris and Luther had black lines on their faces.

Luther had become accustomed to Ange's style that everything is considered good when farming is the standard. He shook his head and walked into the field, saying as he walked, "You don't need to cut beets if you want to try a knife, what a waste, I'll take these leaves away. Well, let's reluctantly eat green vegetables for two days, it's too wasteful, I don't like waste the most."

Before he could reach the beet leaves, a cow's hoof stepped between him and the beet leaves. He looked up and saw that it was the tauren aunt who was fertilizing with a dung bucket. The thief's expression glared at Luther: "Mine!"

Luther pouted, his eyes lit up with fighting intent, why don't you just pick up some beet leaves, Lord Anger didn't say anything, a tauren still wants to stop my dignified swordsman?
With a grudge on his body, Luther was about to squeeze the Tauren Auntie away, pick up those crispy and sweet beet leaves in his arms, and cook some thick greens in the evening to relieve the tiredness.

However, before he could squeeze the tauren aunt away, a terrible thing happened. The tauren aunt picked up the broom on the ground and stirred it in the dung bucket, then swung it towards him.

"Kawbada!" Luthor ran faster than when he chopped the Paladin that day, and he was gone as soon as he slipped out.

The tauren aunt threw the broom to the ground, snorted disdainfully, and then happily went to collect the vegetable leaves. These vegetable leaves have been contracted to her by Ange, and they will be sold in the city after they are harvested. Everyone is welcome.

It wasn't until Aunt Tauren finished picking vegetables and left, that Luther sneaked back and said stubbornly, "I don't care about her."

Negris sneered, and then turned to ask: "What happened to these two priests? What happened to these heavy armored shield soldiers? You killed the team of the Church of Light?"

"I ambushed them a few times, killed some of them, and drove them out of the Frozen City. They don't dare to enter the city anymore, they only dare to camp in an open place, but judging from their posture, they should not be ready to leave. I also plan to send people over, this time I hope to ask Lord Ange to take action and blast their camp with the light of holy light, so that I can go in and hack them to death. The two priests were captured by me and sent to the Lord to drive."

"Good guy, send a priest to the skeleton? You're killing his old bones." Negris couldn't help laughing.

Everyone has misunderstood Anger, thinking that he is the projection of the watcher king, but Negris knows the details of Anger very well. He is just a skeleton with a lot of luck, inheriting the soul network and the undead. Faith is equivalent to a false god, but the strength is like that.

Keep a priest by your side, what if the other party violently burns him with holy light?
As soon as this thought came to her, she saw the female priest who had been flexing on the ground move. Her slender and powerful waist was like a spring. Although her hands were tied behind her, she turned over and bounced. Angrily glared at An Gejiao and shouted, "Go to hell! Heresy!"

Holy light erupted from the priest's body, turning into a beam of light and stabbing at Anger——Holy Word: Die!

What the Lord says is the law, what the Lord does is rules, and what the Lord wants to manifest—Holy Word, this is a pure divine art that ignores rank and strength, and its power only depends on whether the faith of the 'speaker' is sufficiently devout and firm. .

As long as the belief is firm enough, it can often burst into a powerful force to eliminate powerful heresies far beyond their own level.

But what terrified her happened. The heretical skeleton in front of her actually grabbed this holy word with her bare hands.

　Thank you Panda who loves to drink coffee without sugar, Skeleton wants to build a foundation, Beiming Keqing, Binghuayuan, for the rewards.

　
(End of this chapter)