Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 46 - Mystical Warrior_l
Chapter 46: Chapter 46 Mystical Warrior_l
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Can’t grow crops? Ange tilted his head, there were three thousand acres of farmland in the farm. Before, he couldn’t reach, but now that he could, why waste it?
Ignoring Negris, Ange continued to happily plant his crops, and during this time, people came to disturb him from time to time. There were too many injured people; even a full-scale deployment in the underground city wasn’t enough to handle it.
The best at healing was Lisa, as the former Holy Light Maiden, her healing abilities far surpassed other wizards. However, she couldn’t use Holy Light
Magic before, because she had become an undead witch. If she used Holy Light Magic, she would be the first to melt away.
But then Ange showed up. His will doesn’t contain extra damage towards the undead, so the Holy Light Technique she used with Ange’s power won’t harm herself.
However, she could only use the Level 1 Holy Light Technique. She came up with many reasons, such as her faith was not devoted enough, or it was a restriction and test from Ange. She never thought that it was because Ange could only cast Level 1 Magic.
But even just a Level 1 Magic exhausted her. There were too many wounded, many of whom had not been cut or shot, but had injuries from falls or impacts. Most of the people had bloodied feet.
Such injuries were troublesome. Although they were not fatal, they affected mobility and were liable to worsen. In places with lack of medical resources, they could easily become deformations that required amputation or even fatal injuries. The best thing was to get treatment as soon as possible.
Ange never turned down anyone. Anyway, he would also water the plants for several days and nights without stopping. He used one hand to plant crops and the other for repetitive healing, which was even more rhythmic, just like running while listening to music, without interfering with each other.
Under such a multitasking condition, Anna and Lisa brought over a rigidly frozen casualty.
The casualty was a middle-aced man. stiff all over like being frozen. but his skin was bluish, giving a feeling of toughened zombie skin.
He stared straight ahead, with only a glint in the depth of his eyes. freew(e)bnovel.com
Seeing him, everyone shook their heads with expressions of regret or sorrow. This was the stiffness of the Resting Wind, after being blown for a long time, the body had stiffened and he was doomed to die a painful death.
Because before he died, his consciousness was clear. He would silently feel his body stiffen, his internal organs rot and stink, for a long time of half a month, until he finally starved to death.
So generally, those who were affected by stiffness only asked for a quick death.
The reason Lisa brought this casualty over was that she had some new discoveries. Secondly, the identity of this casualty was very important to Anna. He was the steward of the Lofen family, Butler Cui Fu, who had seen Anna and her siblings grow up since childhood. In name, he was a servant, but in feelings, he was a family.
Anna almost cried herself to death when she first found the man.
After placing the patient down in front of Ange, Lisa hurriedly said: “Sir, I have a new discovery. The Purification Technique has a little effect on patients with wind stiffness, but my strength is too weak… Uh, this… is this enough?”
Having laid down the patient, Ange was still habitually casting the Face Purification Technique. Before Lisa finished speaking, Ange had already smashed three enhanced Face Purifications on the patient. The patient’s bluish colour quickly receded, and his skin recovered its elasticity. It happened so fast that Lisa couldn’t finish her sentence.
On the contrary, Ange, seeing that Lisa’s speech was cut off, asked curiously: “What’s enough?”
“No, nothing,” Lisa put Butler Cui Fu aside somewhat at a loss, carefully checked, and found that the wind stiffness had completely disappeared. Cui Fu’s body regained its original state. His fingers and toes could move, but he was too weak to stand up.
“This… Is this enough? Is this enough?” Lisa muttered to herself, slightly doubting her life. Stiffness due to wind was the most common injury in this world. Hundreds of people had to amputate or die from it every year, even more than those who starved to death. Everyone was at a loss about it.
Everyone had become accustomed to it. After all, even the undead couldn’t survive under the Resting Wind. But after Lisa borrowed Ange’s power, she found that the Purification Technique had a little effect on wind stiffness, so she came to Ange with the mentality of trying to save a dying horse.
Who would have thought, she hadn’t even finished talking, and Ange had already healed the man. That feeling was like going to a bar for a full-body massage, and it was over before she even took off her clothes.
Lisa sat in amazement, then suddenly thought, isn’t this quite normal?
“Oh right, isn’t this normal? Master Ange, curing a wind stiffness should be a normal thing, right? It’s abnormal if it can’t be cured. It’s just that Master projected himself onto the skeleton and was thus limited by the skeletal body, it’s not that he can’t do it. Master is omnipotent and immeasurable.”
As Lisa recounted, the light in her eyes grew brighter and more firm. Suddenly, Angels spirit quivered with a soul network point growing stronger, which made him raise his head, only to see a sanctified flame burning on Lisa’s body.
Lisa’s anomaly attracted everyone’s attention, including Negris. He was in the process of tearing a naked child off him when he craned his neck to look and couldn’t help but curse:
“Mystical warriors, Kvada, are you some skeleton transformed by the Goddess of Fortune? First a zealot, now a mystical warrior, why do I never encounter one?”
Ange stopped what he was doing, ran to Negris’ side, pointed at Lisa in confusion: “She, inside her spirit, grew.”
Ange didn’t understand what was happening and so had sought out Negris to ask, but to Negris, it sounded like unbearable boasting.
“Get out, just a mere mystical warrior, what’s there to show off? The Church of Light has more than a dozen of them, along with a number of saintesses.
Right, it must be talent- to become a Light Saintess, Lisa’s talent is there. It’s not strange for her to be a mystical warrior, right. It’s her talent, it’s Lisa’s good luck, not yours.”
No sooner had he ranted at Ange then he saw the little zombie rushing towards him, throwing a punch at his face.
Thud thud thud, a bone horse galloped quickly over. Upon closer inspection, Ange realised it was one he recognised- it was Aisike’s horse. It rushed to Lisa, conveying a soul transmission. It was here to deliver a message.
Information from the soul could only be passed between undeads, and Lisa looked and said immediately: “The enemy is coming.”
A group of ten knights charged across the boundless prairie, kicking up dust and dirt as they moved.
The red-cloaked Paladin at the front cursed: “Damn Leonardo, he deceived us, what the hell is heresy in this god forsaken place? They are just a group of hapless people struggling to survive.”
“Didn’t they say there’s a witch city? That city ruled by witches should be the main base for heretics, right?” said the good-looking knight behind him.
The red-cloaked holy knight immediately erupted: “Are you dumb or am I dumb? When Ice City fell, the humans all ran towards the witches’ underground city. Do you think those humans would run towards a wicked witch? Even if there are witches, they are kind…”
“Lord Made!” Before he could finish speaking, the handsome holy knight cut him off sharply.
Swallowing the last part of his sentence, Made huffed a few times, knowing that the handsome holy knight meant well. Kind witches, could he say such a thing?
Although the ones behind him were loyal brothers who wouldn’t betray him, if they could let it slip today, they might also do so at other places tomorrow, leading to severe consequences.
Angry, Made galloped on. When he saw people blocking the way ahead and one of them was a skeleton, his anger found a vent. He drew his sword and waved it forward: “Destroy the heresies! Kill!”
The entire team of paladins charged forward in unison, an awe-inspiring holy light rising, connecting all of them. a powerful force vibrated between them, and once this power was unleashed, it was the sacred charge capable of blowing up gate doors in one strike.
But before they could unleash their powers, the skeleton dragged an angel to its front..
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