Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Emre fell into a state of shock and absurdity. This feeling was as if you saw someone about to walk into a ditch, and you tried desperately to remind him, 'Turn around, turn around, turn around,' and then the other person took off his head and threw it away. .

Originally, he thought that with the Holy Spirit's group damage sharing, he should be invincible, so he did not take the little angel seriously. This kind of combat attendant similar to the Lord of Glory could not threaten him. He also Kindly let the other person go home.

A very ordinary light feather, a very simple gaze lock, but it made Emre feel ridiculous. This endless and continuous harm, like a heavy rain, there is no way to hide, it is simply ridiculous, even Group damage sharing was activated, but the enemy's light feathers still didn't stop.

Without saying a word, run.

Emre turned around and ran away, but the possessed heroic spirit moved back half a position and kept facing the enemy, holding up a shield to resist the light feather.

Click, click, click... Just like the sound of raindrops knocking on the door and hitting the roof, the shield held up by the heroic spirit continued to break, hold up, break, hold up, break, repeating this cycle for more than ten times. Emre found that he There was no distance between the enemy and the enemy at all.

Comparing speed with winged enemies in the void, Emre had no advantage at all.

Unable to carry it, unable to run, Emre turned around and swung his sword towards the little angel.

While swinging the sword, Emre's eyes caught that the broken part of the sword seemed to have recovered a little. It was actually repairing itself? At this rate, if you leave it for two days, the damaged areas should be able to recover.

"Sure enough, it's a divine weapon!" Emre shouted in shock, and his whole body was pulled by the sword, breaking through the light feathers in the sky and rushing towards the little angel.

Nigris happened to be bored and talked about this kind of artifact. Nigris was very confused: "When did you start doing this kind of business? Counterfeiting artifacts? Aren't you afraid of ruining your goodwill?"

Although Silver Coin is known as a profiteer, he actually attaches great importance to business reputation and will never pass it off as good, let alone fake it. Selling fake goods will never happen in his chamber of commerce.

Other things were easy to say, but this accusation made Yin Coin immediately angry: "What fake artifact? This is a real artifact, okay? It is an artifact blessed by the goddess of dawn. Don't talk nonsense, I will sue you for slander."

Negris asked angrily: "Tell me, a god who is in charge of marriage, how does she bless a sword? Does she wish it a happy marriage? Give it another sword? Or give it a scabbard? She blessed the armor and it was enough, at least she still had the Wall of Dawn."

Silver Coin said: "Of course it is about repairing the cracks. The blessing of the goddess of dawn can repair the cracks in marriage. The pots, beds, tables, chairs and stools blessed by her are all symbols of marriage. If they are cracked, they can be repaired slowly. Weapons and armor are also fine."

"Ah? Automatic repair? That guy from Shuguang still has this ability? This can really be called an artifact." Nigris said in surprise.

"Yes, I said her magical skills would be wasted if she didn't blacksmith, so she went to blacksmith now." Silver Coin said.

Nigris's eyes widened: "Blacksmithing? She went to blacksmithing? Really?"

"Yes, I opened a forge for her. I have to say that her Wall of Dawn is the hardest hammer."

"The Temple of Dawn is now managed by Ferrati. Lisa suggested that she open a marriage agency and then invite some bards, composers, playwrights, and song and dance troupes to create a series of marriage and love-themed dramas based on the Temple of Dawn. "The work is very popular." Yin Coin introduced some of the marginal characters in the team.

Is this still possible? Nigris was dumbfounded when he heard this: "Can Ferrati do it?"

"What's wrong? Dawn Goddess Temple has nothing to do with Shuguang. Just don't make trouble for her." Yin Coin said with disgust.

The Goddess of Dawn is the most useless person in the Temple of Dawn. She goes to blacksmith without affecting the operation of the temple.

The goddess of dawn is locked in an endless cage, and Ferrati is the one who supports the operation of the temple outside. Without Ferrati working desperately to help others get married, Dawn's power would have dried up long ago.

"Speaking of this, do those crystal wall mages and the boundless people have any clues?" Negris asked.

Not to mention, I have almost forgotten that when I rescued Shuguang, the crystal wall mages I encountered were endless, and they never appeared again. Those crystal wall mages could sacrifice their lives to generate the will of the plane, and they could also create endless cages. This kind of space-changing enchantment cannot be underestimated, regardless of its technical level or power level.

Anthony knows this kind of thing better, because all information including the silver coins will be gathered to him. Anthony said: "There are no clues, it's like disappearing. I don't know whether he hid deliberately or whether he just disappeared." There’s not a lot of people left.”

Nigris nodded indifferently. Even if those crystal wall mages had the ability to sacrifice the will of the plane, it would be meaningless. Who doesn't have the will of the plane these days?

There are three small saplings, small ghosts and Krams here, and they will only be beaten by the group when the will of the plane comes.

At this moment, Anthony suddenly shouted: "Okay, the swordsman tried his best. He exploded. He swung his sword and flew the feathers of light. His sword skills were amazing. He opened a passage and was approaching the little angel. He was decisive enough. , closer, closer, the little angel is getting close to him, oh, why is it like this again, the little angel hits his eye! "

Don’t think that everyone is chatting. In fact, everyone’s attention is on the field. When it comes to the critical moment, they will immediately return to the topic. When encountering a subtle response, Anthony will even explain it, for fear that those who don’t know martial arts can’t understand it.

Emre’s long sword kept shaking while thrusting forward, picking up and exploding the light feathers in front one by one, and forcibly picking out a path so that he can approach the little angel.

In this case, his response is undoubtedly exquisite, but it is very difficult, just like using a sword to pick up the rain on your head on a rainy day, which shows the high level of Emre’s martial arts.

Of course, he can’t pick up all of them, but a few will slip through the net and are not enough to break the heroic spirit that protects his body. Unfortunately, approaching the little angel is not a good thing.

The little angel released the flame feather bomb not because she is good at long-range attacks, but because Ange didn’t let her kill people. She prefers close combat and her move is the ultimate move - friendship face-breaking punch.

This was completely different from the force used to hit Nagris. Emre was hit in the eye socket by a punch, and the heroic spirit that protected him was almost blown away. He just managed to stabilize himself, but found that the little angel had squeezed in front of him and punched him in succession.

There are limits to group damage sharing. If the threshold is exceeded, the damage cannot be transmitted. The little angel's fist attack can easily exceed the threshold. Emre is indeed a high-level martial artist. He parried dozens of punches, but his heroic spirit that protected him was broken and he fainted with a wing.

His original fighting spirit had no destructive power under this excessive sacred power, just like the immortal flame encountering a typhoon, no matter how high the level is, it is useless.

When he woke up, he was shocked as soon as he opened his eyes. He saw four star gods surrounding him, leaning over and looking at him curiously.