Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 836 - 470 Where Are the Servants of Light Let Me

Chapter 836: Chapter 470 Where Are the Servants of Light? Let Me See

Chapter 836 -470 Where Are the Servants of Light? Let Me See

The Dragon Head lifted its head in confusion, sticking out its tongue to lick its gums before staring blankly at the dozen or so broken teeth on the ground, perplexed. How did its teeth fall out? Was there a cavity?

It found it hard to believe that anything could break its teeth, not even a chunk of iron could shatter them.

A beam of light fell upon it, laden with the scorching Power of Holy Light, burning away a large patch of its flesh, as if it had been splashed with concentrated acid.

If it had just been acid, the Witch wouldn’t have minded, for its Undead body felt no pain. However, far worse was that the Power of Holy Light inflicted direct damage to the soul, causing it to scream in agony.

But no sooner had it let out a wail of pain, then boom! A furious roar exploded within its soul, the Soul Impact leaving it disoriented and dizzy.

Though its soul was reeling, in that moment, the Dragon Sorcerer’s mind snapped to attention—Soul Impact, the enemy’s Soul Impact, had actually shaken it, implying that the opponent’s soul was more robust than its own. How could that be?

It had quietly observed everything as soon as it awoke, and all present were merely trivial humans and a Little Yellow Book totally engulfed in Flying. None seemed to possess a strong soul.

If someone had a more vigorous soul than its own, surely they’d be larger in size, right?

Unfortunately, it wasn’t the strongest soul here that had struck it with the Soul Impact. After unleashing the Soul Impact, Little Zombie charged forward, Armorizing its shoulder plates and slamming into the neck of the Dragon Sorcerer.

The neck of the Dragon Sorcerer was twisted into an unbelievable angle.

Negris instinctively shrank its neck, only to realize that it had no neck—the body it was using belonged to the Little Yellow Book, while its own lay in Northern Wind City.

If this were a living dragon, such a twist would have likely snapped its neck.

But the Dragon Sorcerer’s neck hadn’t broken; it struggled to raise its head again.

A Great Angel’s Staff, gleaming with Holy Light, came crashing down on its head, hammering it forcefully to the ground.

“Aow~hoo~” The Dragon Sorcerer bellowed lowly in pain, its limbs braced against the ground as it tried to rise, but felt its body suddenly tighten.

Looking back, it saw bony pale hands emerge from the ground without notice, firmly trapping it to the surface.

Negris exclaimed, “the Abyss of Bones! Didn’t you say you couldn’t use the Abyss of Bones?”

Ange cocked his head to the side, “That’s not true.”

As he spoke, he continued casting spell after spell, more and more skeletal hands relentlessly bursting from the ground to clasp onto every scale of the Dragon Sorcerer.

It wasn’t really the Abyss of Bones; that was a Level 8 area-of-effect group magic, whereas Ange’s spell was single-target, summoning one skeletal hand with each cast.

“Kvada, you’re a freak, turning a single-target spell into area-of-effect magic,” Negris cursed excitedly.

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Individual skeletal hands were, by sheer force of will, used by Ange to fashion an Abyss of Bones, firmly restraining the Dragon Sorcerer to the ground.

Little Angel, wielding the Great Angel’s Staff, kept pounding on the Dragon Sorcerer. Each hit laced with the Power of Holy Light seared its soul, causing pain wherever it struck.

Little Zombie sprinted and slammed into its cheek, jumped and hit its cheek again, hurled itself forward, pounding its cheek, literally cracking the sturdy bones of the Dragon Sorcerer’s face.

Pleased with itself, Little Zombie switched targets, charging and ramming its chest—boom! Boom! Boom!

Durken sullenly set aside his Gold-touch Stick, Anthony did the same with his Wand; they were no longer needed.

Durken said in amazement, “That Soul Impact from Little Zombie was so fierce. Is its soul really that strong?”

“Of course, you have no idea how many precious things it has swallowed,” Negris replied irritably. “The two of them, plus Little Ghost, have consumed who knows how many treasures, their souls are tough as anything. Do you think it just churns out those Breath of Death Shockwaves for fun?”

Under the relentless beating of Ange and the others, the Dragon Sorcerer couldn’t stand up or counterattack, with each hammer blow from Little Angel piercing painfully into its soul. After being battered for a while, the Dragon Sorcerer transmitted a soul message in distress, “Stop, stop, I give up, I surrender, I surrender.”

Little Angel and Little Zombie backed off, leaving only Ange still casting spells, cuffing skeletal hands continuously, interlocking tightly and binding to the body of the Dragon Sorcerer—a combined version of the Bone Cage.

Having a chance to catch its breath, the furious Dragon Sorcerer demanded, “Who are you people? I am Gaddarigo, under Chairman Gust of the Council of the Undead, who are you?”

Anthony stepped forward, asking with a smile, “Gaddarigo? Do you remember what happened?”

“What happened?” Anthony’s question triggered Gaddarigo’s memory, quickly recalling how it had lunged at an Airship, then an Annihilation Sphere had exploded above it, and after that, it remembered nothing.

“I was knocked out?” Gaddarigo asked.

“Dead,” answered Anthony.

“Impossible, if I’m dead, then who’s talking to you now? Stop joking, it’s not funny at all,” Gaddarigo retorted angrily.

Anthony turned towards Ange, bowing respectfully, “My lord.”

Ange nodded, “Aow!”

How excited Little Angel was then, swinging the Great Angel’s Staff and giving Gaddarigo another thorough beating, pummeling it into howls of misery.

The Power of Holy Light and breath of death were mutually destructive forces. Similarly, the damage caused was also soul-deep. No matter how tough Gaddarigo’s flesh was, its soul was wracked with unbearable pain.

Gaddarigo finally understood its predicament and cried out desperately, “Funny, very funny, I beg you to joke more and stop hitting me, please stop.”