Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

Coming out of the teleportation array, Monica and Unica felt like they were dreaming.

Let alone the seraphs, I have never heard of them, or I have only heard them in legends. Now two pop up at once. No wonder some people have always said that the light is orthodox on the ground. Isn’t this the orthodoxy of the light church? ?

There have always been disputes between orthodoxy and heresy, and people often accused them, priests and priests who grew up in the Warlock Alliance, as heretics and fallacies who took refuge in evil gods.

And they would retort: ​​Hiding in the gutter all day, not even seeing the light, what qualifications do you have to represent the light?

This kind of thing has been debated for thousands of years. With the growing control of the Undead Empire, the Church of Light on the ground has gradually disappeared. Now, both sides have begun to think that they are the orthodox. Come up with something that represents orthodoxy.

But now...

Monica looked at Ange and the little angel who were taking their wings into their body, the legendary seraph, the supreme holy spirit, if none of them could represent the orthodoxy, then who is the orthodoxy? Could it be that what I represent is really heresy?

Seemingly seeing through the confusion in her heart, a voice sounded beside her: "As long as we yearn for the light, as long as our faith is firm, no matter we are in hell or the abyss, we are all children of light. Do you believe in light?"

Monica turned her head to look, and Anthony, who was dressed in a solemn robe and crown, was looking at her with a loving expression. This expression seemed to have the power to comfort people's hearts, and it quickly calmed Monica down.

"I believe." Monica said firmly.

"Then, the light bless you, my child." Anthony cast out the holy light, and gently pressed it on Monica's forehead.

Monica couldn't help but knelt down, shook hands and prayed, just like facing the loving father.

The power of Pope Anthony in front of her was more reassuring than all the priests she had ever seen, and she couldn't help but want to reveal everything about herself.

The same was true for Unica, who couldn't help but came to Anthony, who stretched out his other hand and looked at her lovingly.

Unika held Anthony's hand and knelt down reverently.

Negris, who was projected on Anger, couldn't help cursing: "This old magic stick."

Usually in front of Ange, Anthony can't show his ability to deceive people. Who doesn't know his details.

But others are different, especially those believers who have received theological education since childhood. A look, a word, or a movement can make them have completely different feelings, and it is easy to gain trust.

"Light is fighting against the forces of darkness. Pray to the God of Equality and Libra. As long as your faith is firm, he can respond to you. The thousand-year war, the gods fell, but as long as the light and faith are still there, they will all come back " Anthony said slowly.

God of equality and scales? She has always prayed to the God of Truth and the God of Light. Can the God of Equality and Scales respond to her?

Half-believing, Monica changed the object of prayer, but as usual, she didn't get any response.

Ange tilted his head in doubt, his eyes fell on Unica, he 'heard' the voice in Unica's heart: "God of Libra, I'm so sorry, I did something stupid, I shouldn't rush out , almost killed my mother, I was wrong, I only have her as a relative, I don't want her to be in danger, I hope you bless her with a long life."

At the same time, several flame souls threw themselves at Ange from her body.

Hundred years old? An Ge tilted his head, as long as he is a hundred years old? If he wants to bless her, he will definitely not die when he is a hundred years old. Does he want to kill her on time when he is a hundred years old? An Ge thought about it tangled.

Forget it, equivalent is equivalent, Ange has always been thinking about equivalent exchange.

Unika's body lit up, and a force was sent to her.

"I... I... the god of scales... responded to me." Eunika shouted in disbelief.

Anthony glanced at Ange quickly, and said kindly: "The God of Libra feels your piety, what did God say?"

Unica looked at Monica in shock, and then at Anthony, as if she couldn't believe the content of the response from 'God'.

The old god stick is too experienced in this situation, he doesn't even need to know what Ange responded to, he just needs to say ambiguously: "Follow God's instructions, use your most pious beliefs, and do it."

Unica walked up to Monica and knelt down, hesitantly stretched out her fingers, but did not dare to press her mother's face.

Although Monica didn't know what instructions Unica had received, she nodded to her daughter to encourage her.

Eunika gritted her teeth, pointed her finger at the birthmark on Monica's face, and a thin red light came out.

Unica opened her mouth wide in shock, probably because of too much shock, the red light was interrupted.

"What's wrong?" Monica asked.

"Mother, your birthmark..." Unika took out the mirror, and saw that there was a part of the birthmark missing where the red light had irritated her.

Monica became excited: "Can we continue?"

Unika calmed down, prayed devoutly, and then cast red light again.

Monica looked in the mirror, watching the red light gradually remove the birthmarks on her face, her hands trembled uncontrollably.

With excited hearts and trembling hands, until the birthmarks on their faces were completely removed, Monica and Unica burst into tears, thanking God for their grace.

Anthony curled his lips quietly, it's so easy to fool, don't you think it's strange? How could a little priest be able to cast divine spells for a long time? How profound is this grace?

Even if the God of Libra has a good temper, but there is more than one believer, why should he send so much power to you? Because you are beautiful?

It's a good idea... If it wasn't for the God of Scales standing next to you, the loss would be negligible, how could there be so much power sent to you.

Anthony complained in his heart, but he didn't waste such a good opportunity, and said lovingly: "Unika has a sincere heart and firm belief, this is God's favor..."

With Anthony's flickering and the witness of miracles, it won't be long before these two priests and priests will be fudged and limped.

Ange heaved a sigh of relief, as if a stone had fallen from his heart, he finally paid the price.

Equivalent exchange is the first rule Ange learned. In the Dormition Palace, he was just a vegetable-growing skeleton. All the behavior patterns and knowledge were instilled in him by the lord.

Although it was later proved that the lord was the clone of the king.

As for the exchange of equal value, he learned it from Feilin and has always maintained it. When others donate soul flames, he will return something back.

Although it is not equal to return, there will be no penalty or loss, but it makes Ange very uncomfortable, like planting a row of rice, but one of them is crooked, making you want to pull it out and plant it again.

This is all right, Ange's obsessive-compulsive disorder was satisfied, his soul was relieved, and then he ran away.

Fooling Monica and others, there is no need for Ange, he went to plant holy mushrooms, and not long after, he suddenly sensed the soul flame dedicated by Monica. Obviously, under Anthony's fooling, this great priest believed in God of scales.

Monica and Unica stayed here for two full days, and when they left, they were refreshed, their eyes were firm, and their spirits were different, as if they were saints who were about to set off to fight.

Contacting the Warlock Alliance through the teleportation array, Monica and the two carried the two bags of holy essence and holy mushroom powder mask that Anthony gave them, and reluctantly teleported away.

Negris couldn't help but be amazed: "What did you tell them? Why is it like a different person, and you wiped their memory again?"

"How is it possible that I, Saint Anthony, use such a low-level method?" Anthony sneered disdainfully.

"Speak as if you haven't used it." Negris asked, "Then what did you say?"

"I said, we have sneaked into the Temple of the Undead and successfully destroyed the Temple of the Undead from the inside. The main temple has been destroyed by us decades ago. Now there are not many people on the ground who believe in the Temple of the Undead. However, because we have been lurking for too long , the believers have forgotten our reputation, so they are needed to awaken the believers' yearning for the light."

"..." Negris was silent for a long time, and said with some depression: "How do I feel that your rhetoric is likely to make you a reality? You don't really want to do this, do you? Is the Church of Light annexed together?"

"Hehe, what is a fact? What is a falsehood? What is recorded in the classics is a fact, and what is erased by people is a falsehood. Hundreds of years later, what I said is the truth." Anthony said with a smile.

Apparently, he wanted to engage in his historical falsification tactics on the main plane again. Negris said angrily, "I will whisper the truth later and tell everyone what is the truth."

"You want to fight like a god? Lord Naig, you may not be able to beat me." Anthony smiled meaningfully.

This made Negris so depressed that he couldn't beat him again and again, and he couldn't win by scolding him: Chambada, wait for me to eat some fat, and I will sit on your ass to death.

"By the way, where did your lord go? Where did Duroken go?" Anthony asked, and he still had to report to Ange.

"The body is being dismembered underground." Negris said angrily.

It was only when he came to the underground cave that Anthony understood what the so-called 'dismemberment' meant. The corpse of the dracolich that Ange snatched back was being laid out on the ground.

An Ge kept casting the cleansing technique to revitalize it. It was originally a thin and skinny dragon, but more than half of it had been revitalized, like a water-filled ball.

Holding a saw, Duroken laboriously cut the dragon corpse. The cut was propped up with a stick, creating a big hole leading to the chest cavity.

"Lord Duroken, what are you doing?" Anthony asked puzzled.

"Can't you see? Dismemberment, you came just in time, take the force and cut it to the heart." Duroken raised the big saw and motioned to Anthony.

Anthony looked down at his white, luxurious and solemn papal suit, and felt the urge to turn around and run away.

Putting away the clothes and putting on a set of 'farming clothes', Anthony rolled up his trousers and went to pull the big saw.

Negris complained: "Good guy, even clothes for farming, professional."

Anthony used the instinct of his own black warrior emperor to familiarize himself with the saw, and then he pulled it fiercely to cut it. After pulling it, he realized why Duroken was so 'difficult', the dragon corpse was too tough.

The bast zombie's flesh is only a thin layer, but this dragon corpse is like hundreds of layers of flesh superimposed together, with some metalized fascia interspersed in the middle, and Anthony can feel the big flesh every time he pulls it. The teeth of the saw are wearing away.

"It's between bast and copper skin. It's so big. No wonder it's so hard. Why cut it?" Anthony asked.

"Replace the phylactery, see if you can revive it." Duroken refined the phylactery aside.

Everyone worked together, and the progress was much faster. Soon, after changing three saws, Anthony cut open the flesh in front of the chest cavity, revealing a huge shriveled heart.

"What does resurrecting it do? It requires a strong soul heart to drive it. It is useless for us to resurrect a corpse dragon, but it will attract the attention of the Undead Council." Anthony said.

"Of course I don't want to resurrect a corpse dragon. I want to resurrect the dracolich." Duroken said.

Anthony blinked blankly: "Its soul has dissipated, and it can be resurrected as a lich?"

Liches are intelligent zombies. The only factor that distinguishes zombies from liches is wisdom, but the birth of wisdom is too random, and there is no guarantee that every reincarnated corpse can become a lich.

"Of course, but what I want most is to preserve the memory of my life. You probably have a lot of questions, and I want to ask the dracolich." Duroken said.

Anthony cheered up: "Are you sure?"

He is too problematic, if he can catch a high-level executive of the undead empire, he will definitely make the other party cry.

Now all his understanding of the Undead Empire is inferred from the information collected from various parties, and there is no key information at all.

This led to a very serious consequence, because he did not have a clear understanding of the strength of the undead empire, he could not speculate that the council of the undead had the ability to attack the warlock ladder. , then they will fall into a very passive and dangerous situation.

This is the importance of accurate cognition.

During this period of time, he and Yin Coin are working hard to collect information about the Undead Empire and the Warlock Alliance, but no matter how much information there is, it is impossible for a dracolich to know more.

"Probably." Duroken shrugged, without making any guarantees, just said: "I can do it, and it should work too. It mainly depends on how adults do it."

Duroken was resurrected through the damaged phylactery. It was Anger who created a miracle. He just had this idea, but he was not sure if it would succeed.

While speaking, Duroken put the refined phylactery on the shriveled heart. Because the heart was too big, the phylactery was all oversized. During the process, he adjusted it several times so that A more fitting inlay to the heart.

Ange poured the worm ash liquid, cleansed his face, and was reborn. After tossing for a while, there was no response.

"Isn't it a failure?" Duroken said, "What's wrong? Even if you can't keep your memory, you can still be reborn, at worst, you will become a corpse dragon."

Just as he was wondering, Duroken suddenly felt something, turned his head, and saw the dragon corpse staring at him with wide open eyes, then opened its bloody mouth violently, and bit him like a catapult.

The dragon's neck is very flexible, and the ejection speed is also very fast, just like a snake scurrying out of a hole.

Duroken was startled, and rolled his cloak around his body, turning into a puff of smoke, but it was obviously too late, and the bloody mask covered the puff of smoke.

A ray of light shone on the smoke, and An Ge's figure almost flashed in front of Duroken in an instant, propping up the protective barrier.

Negris was shocked: "No sword?"

Without using a sword, Ange cast the Peace Guard Barrier empty-handed.

The bloody mouth bit on the wall, and a dozen teeth collapsed in one mouthful.

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