Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 960 - 532: Favorite Magic Duel

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Chapter 960: Chapter 532: Favorite Magic Duel

The Soul Car traveled through the air, trailing a long, dark tail that looked eerily lifeless.

Witch King Arambrough stood atop the Soul Car, overlooking the blackened earth with a face full of sorrow, "The Starburst Array will soon strike the Annihilation Boundary, and yet we have still not found a way to rescue His Majesty. What can we do, blast it, Gust claimed he had found a way, didn’t he?"

The news Arambrough had received was that in four to five months, the Starburst Array would have amassed enough energy to assault the Annihilation Boundary, with the aim of extinguishing the Undead King, and now nearly four months had already passed.

What a shame, if only he knew Ange and had a good relationship with him, Ange might tell him that there were no signs of energy accumulation in the Starburst Array.

The spores of the God of Life had already silently spread throughout all the ventilation and sewage pipes of the Starburst Array; if the Array had any strong energy reactions, it would be the first to know.

Arambrough muttered to himself, naturally not expecting a response, and continued to murmur under his breath, "This old undead, Gust, says he has secret information sources, yet refuses to reveal them. With all the secrecy, it couldn’t possibly be information from the Church of Light, could it? Why else be so furtive?"

"If the source were humans or the Sorcerer Alliance, he definitely wouldn’t be so secretive. Having connections in the Sorcerer Alliance is a sign of ability, only if the source goes against everyone’s taboos would he keep it even from me."

"Damnable, how did this old undead get involved with the Church of Light? If I find evidence, I’ll have to clean up after him," grumbled Arambrough in annoyance.

One of the Undead Knights up front turned back and called out, "Your Majesty, we are approaching the Undead Temple. Do you want to stop for a tribute?"

Arambrough shook his head and replied, "No need, there’s no time. Just toss a Soul Crystal to that clever little skeleton."

"Alright." The Undead Knight responded and turned back, but soon the Knights shouted out loud, "Your Majesty, look!"

Following the direction pointed out by the Undead Knight, Arambrough saw a massive statue of a Giant Dragon.

"Who placed a Giant Dragon sculpture here?" This was Arambrough’s initial reaction, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he realized,

"No, that’s not right. It’s not a sculpture, it’s a Stone Dragon? The Stone Dragon, Darhan Diawara from the Hall of Knowledge— who brought it out here? Gust? He moved this monster without telling me? Let’s go down and see."

Clearly, Arambrough recognized the Stone Dragon and even knew the dragon from before it was petrified, leading to a huge misunderstanding, thinking it was moved here by Gust.

Aside from them, nobody else knew that deep within the main hall of the Hall of Knowledge there lay a petrified Giant Dragon, which was key to the growth of wisdom in many souls.

The Undead Cavalry led the Soul Car gliding down towards the ground. As they got closer, Arambrough could see the situation below more clearly and saw the Resurrection Altar that was covered by the Stone Dragon.

"Eh, that’s not right, the Resurrection Altar has been repaired? Who fixed it?" Arambrough was surprised and immediately sensed something was amiss.

Gust might move the Stone Dragon back without informing him, but he wouldn’t repair the Resurrection Altar without telling him because Arambrough himself had overseen its construction.

That would be as absurd as Ange building a world transfer station without informing Durken.

"Be careful, something’s off," Arambrough warned aloud.

Yet, the Undead Cavalry seemed unconcerned; where were they but the Resting Plains, just south of the Abyss of the Undead? What could possibly be amiss?

Still, they went through the motions of drawing their weapons, most of which were lances since lances could sometimes serve as javelins.

Just as they were about to reach the ground, a little girl suddenly jumped out from beneath the Stone Giant Dragon.

"Where did this little girl come from? Be careful, don’t hurt her... wait, Power of Holy Light! Be careful!" Just as Arambrough was about to warn his men not to harm the child, he was startled by the burst of Holy Light that erupted from the little angel.

The Little Angel tried to push out her hands but then remembered something, scratched her head in irritation, and with a shove against her back, whoosh—she unfurled a pair of True Wings.

"A battle bird? Why is there a battle bird here? How did she get here? Are the Rangers blind?!" Arambrough was shocked.

After unfolding her True Wings, the Little Angel leisurely spread her second pair of Light Wings. She had been told over and over not to casually use Holy Light Flash but to draw it out slowly to attract the enemy’s attention.

The Little Angel hated this approach. It was nowhere near as exhilarating as unleashing a big move from the start, but with no choice since among the many, only she and Anthony radiated the most Light and Anthony was tasked elsewhere, it fell to her to draw the enemy’s attention.

"A four-winged battle bird! Be cautious, everyone." One of the Undead Knights shouted, throwing his lance toward the Little Angel.

The lance transformed into a powerful projectile aimed directly at the Little Angel.

The Little Angel shifted her body to the side, her Light Wings spraying luminance forcefully, driving her to move a significant distance laterally. As the Light Wings continued to spray, she unfurled a third pair and, all the while, drew the Great Angel’s Staff into her hand.

"Supreme Holy Spirit? In Northern Wind City, that one! Oh no, there have been two Supreme Holy Spirits in Northern Wind City; everyone be wary of the other one!" Arambrough warned loudly.

Dragon Witch Nosarlo had already reported the encounter with the two six-winged archangels and the pope to everyone. It had been many years since the six-winged angels and the pope of the Church of Light had made an appearance, so this news garnered everyone’s attention, and Arambrough was certainly aware of it.

Unexpectedly, so close to the Abyss of the Undead, there would be a six-winged angel. What about the other six-winged archangel and that teleporting pope?

As soon as the thought arose, Ange leaped out from one side of the stone dragon, climbed onto the dragon’s back, and swept his hand, releasing a series of holy light missiles.

The little angel was just a prop to attract their attention; Ange was the real artillery suppressing the undead cavalry. For a moment, all the undead cavalry was swept by the holy light missiles, unable to raise their heads.

Arambrough slammed his magic wand, preparing to suppress Ange, but suddenly he had a premonition and turned his head to look in another direction, spotting a flicker of light at the other corner of an equilateral triangle with Ange and the little angel.

Arambrough immediately smashed a bone object in front of his chest, creating an explosion that radiated out like a bubble.

Everything around him slowed down, and with the expansion of the ’bubble,’ anything caught within the circle was slowed immensely, including a purple gold skeleton.

Feiti was astounded by this ’slowing’ effect; everything slowed down significantly, yet his thoughts and reactions remained normal. He watched helplessly as Arambrough pulled out his magic wand at lightning speed, chanting an incantation, ready to strike.

Feiti felt as if he had passed through some invisible barrier, and the slowing effect disappeared instantly. His speed returned to normal, but he immediately plunged into another batch of invisible ’mud.’

"An extremely strong delaying technique?" Nage observed from below, poking his head around. If ordinary magic spells were graded, then the delaying technique would belong to the lowest tier; even a mage of the first level could cast it, as could arcana magicians, albeit with varying effects.

The effect of Arambrough’s delaying technique was obviously very strong, even capable of delaying a lord like Feiti. He continuously cast the delaying technique as his soul car strategically retreated, increasing the distance from Feiti.

Meanwhile, wraith after wraith was summoned by him, fiercely attacking Feiti, ensnaring him, circling him, tearing at him.

These wraiths naturally couldn’t harm the Lord of Mourning but, combined with the delaying technique, they significantly slowed Feiti down, eventually halting him.

"This... Feiti is stopped? This necromancer is incredibly powerful," Nage remarked in shock.

Next to him, Silba also poked his head out and added, "It’s quite normal. The Necromancer King Arambrough, a Truth Mage, is very strong. If his followers had not been restrained by our lord, he might have thrown his lance right after delaying Feiti... Hey, what about the undead cavalry?"

Everyone’s attention had been caught by the confrontation between Feiti and Arambrough, completely overlooking Ange. Now turning to look his way, they realized that the twelve undead knights had disappeared. Ange was swinging a holy light scythe, its blade adorned with twelve soul flames.

"This...that fast? Are these undead knights that weak? What is that? A holy light scythe? Why does it look just like a death scythe?" Silba exclaimed in shock.

Nage embarrassingly fiddled with the scales at his waist, "That is the death scythe, originally used to trick people during the reaping."

With Feiti stopped, the ’flash’ naturally ceased, and he had to fall toward the ground. His flash could only be used where there was a solid support; he couldn’t cast it while stepping on air. So, even though he could walk on air, he still needed to find something solid to stand on before launching his flash.

Stealing a moment, Arambrough glanced towards Ange and then his expression changed drastically, "Where are my people!?"

Ange flicked open his true wings, and the light wings surged out powerfully, propelling him rapidly towards Arambrough.

"What exactly are you, and you’re not the Supreme Holy Spirit! Release my people!" Arambrough roared furiously, waving his magic wand, a green wind blade descending towards Ange, whom his gaze had locked onto.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... Ange loved exchanging magic blasts with others, releasing twenty holy light missiles in a second, which obliterated Arambrough’s wind blade in mid-air.

"Elemental javelin!"

"Wind arrows!"

"Delaying technique!"

"Tornado blade!"

"Soul impact!"

Ange countered all the spells with holy light missiles; under such a rapid rate, nothing Arambrough cast could stand against it, overwhelmed by the holy light missiles, leaving him on the verge of jumping out. Arambrough desperately used the undead’s most proficient soul impact... restrained.

Ange threw his head back, then as if nothing had happened, he straightened up and gestured towards Arambrough, soul impact — restrained!

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