Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 116: Chapter 100: 12 Angels Escorting_l

Translator: 549690339

Ange shielded both himself and the Little Sapling with his hands.

The pillar of Holy Light Flash grazed the ground and hit on Ange’s hands, sparking white smoke and sparks. The harmful Holy Light continued to inflict damage even after the pillar disappeared, although the intensity… was more or less trivial

Ange’s Hand of Locke, on his right, look as if it was eroded by magic, full of pits and scars. His index and ring finger bones had snapped, leaving only the middle finger, thumb, and little finger still intact.

However, the area where Angel s small forearm was replaced by the Hand of Locke bones was completely unharmed, albeit covered in a black layer ot soot which could easily be wiped off to restore its original state.

His left hand, the Boundary-crossing Hand, was untouched.

The parts of both hands exposed to the light were still being harmed by the Holy Light, white smoke and sparks arising as his thumb and little finger on the right hand also broke off, leaving only the middle finger standing tall.

Ange’s hand was injured, but the shadowy figure that had cast the Holy Light Flash had collapsed on the ground, its light gradually dimming, seemingly having the same traits as the Angelic Skeleton—dead after unleashing one attack.

Since the Holy Light could harm the Undead, could the soul extinguish the Holy Light? Angel s hands were engulfed by Soul Flame. His hands, producing smoke, had rapidly ceased bearing the leftover Holy Light damage, and it had soon disappeared completely.

With that Angel taken down, no more Angels were thrown upon us. Even the Heavenly Ladder of light gradually dimmed, eventually disappearing entirely.

As Ange kept vigil, he managed to retrieve the Hand of Locke bones and tried to join them to his right hand again. Surprisingly enough, he was successful.

When he initially acquired them, they could only be used to manipulate the arm bone’s movements, now he could fit all of it at once. Clearly, Angel s Soul Strength had significantly increased.

With that, the replacement of the Hand of Locke was fully completed. Ange, whose soul was merely at the level of the Golden Skeleton, now possessed a complete Mourning Hand, resilient even to the light of Holy Light Flash.

An hour later, the sky gradually brightened, and the Resting Wind stopped. Everyone peered out from their confines and witnessed a scene that left them utterly bewildered.

Around the point where the light pillars had landed, there were at least three thousand slender skeletons kneeling. Their positions were mostly the same: hands gripping the sword, with one knee on the ground. The few that do not match were those Ange had killed.

The smallest one was lying at the second closest point to Ange. Without any objections, it was the one that had unleashed the Holy Light Flash.

No matter how they had died, their bones were completely exposed, having lost their holy aura.

However, that was not the most stunning sight. What was even more astonishing were the city hanging upside down from the clouds, tens of thousands of meters high up in the sky.

What appeared like a mountain yesterday, today upon a closer look, that was clearly a city, with all its buildings and streets perfectly visible, with all sorts of blocks and just a small population.

In addition, the entire city was upside down. Looking up from here, the city was inverted. Would the things inside fall out?

Clearly not, for the city in the heavens had its own gravitational pull. Looking from inside the city, the place where Ange and his comrades were standing would appear inverted.

This massive city hung downwards akin to a gigantic bowl in the sky, seemingly stuck in place without any movement.

“Is this the Holy Kingdom? Can we see any people up there?” Negris asked.

“No, there are no moving objects in sight.” Tens of thousands of meters is tens of kilometers; no one could clearly see with their eyes if there was any movement in the distance.

Closing his eyes, Anthony murmured to himself, “The power of Light, breaking through the fog of distance, reach the other shore, see through the other side Eye of the Other Side!”

The last four words were exclaimed out loud by Anthony as he suddenly opened his eyes, and beams of light burst forth from his eyes as if two rays of light were about to shoot out at any moment.

After looking up for a while with glowing eyes, Anthony shook his head, “No people, no moving objects at all, it’s just a dead city. Can anyone fly up there and get a clearer picture?”

Negris flapped his little wings and flew up thirty meters. The Angelic Skeleton flapped its wings similarly, ascending three meters into the air.

Ange used the Wind Element to lift himself up to three hundred meters. At this height, the wind from the sides would disrupt the vertical Wind Element flow, overshadowing Angel s level one Wind Magic.

If he wanted to ascend any higher, he needed Wind Magic of a higher level.

Many had tried, but to everyone’s surprise, Ange had flown the highest.

“What do we do now?” inquired Luther, “Will it fall? Something of this size, if it hits anything, that would cause a catastrophe.”

“Don’t even talk about hitting something, if it really falls, the entire Material Plane might get destroyed. However, it seems like it’s standing still.” Negris answered, “But, everyone should stay ready. In case it really fell down, we all need to teleport right away.”

“So what should we do about these Birdmen? Will there be more Birdmen coming? Do we need to set up defenses?” Luther asked.

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Negris was also puzzled, “There were no Angels coming over in the hour before the wind stopped. I guess there are no more left? If there were, wouldn’t they be jumping one after another into the Resting Wind?”

No one knew if there were any more Angels left, and no one knew what to do with the city hanging in the sky. After discussing for a while in confusion, they could only send people to watch the spot where the ladder had landed.

In the end, everyone’s gaze fell on the three thousand Angelic Skeletons. Anthony spoke up, “I want these skeletons…”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Negris, “You can’t. These are

Ange’s spoils of war. You did not make a move.”

“Err, there are thousands of them. Give me twelve. I’m trying to resurrect them and have them escort me back to the curia. This way, I don’t have to make up any stories. Twelve Angels standing on both sides would immediately establish my identity as the Favored One of God.”

Seeing Negris’s unwilling face, Anthony hurriedly added, “Equivalent exchange, I know. Once I become Pope, I’ll pay you off by draining the coffers of the Church of Light. How does that sound?”

Negris burst into laughter, ran over to ask Ange, then returned to say, “Alright, alright. Remember, there’s also a Holy Essence Liquid worth three hundred thousand Demon Crystals, and a World Tree Sprout stir-fried with egg worth sixty thousand Demon Crystals. As for anything else, consider it free. I won’t charge you.”

Ecstatic, Anthony went to pick out bones, selecting twelve first order Angelic Skeletons to carry back.

Apart from the Church’s higher-ups, most people did not know that the smaller the build of the Angels, the stronger their combat power. First Order Angels were tall and hefty, though their combat strength was unimpressive, they were perfectly impressive to the eye.

After laboriously teleporting all the Angelic Skeletons to the Prime Material Plane, Anthony slowly resurrected each Angel, all the while whispering into their ears to modify their memories.

Previously, Anthony would have been cautious of the Gods of Light. But now, he held no reservations in his heart.

A month later, upon being escorted by twelve First Order Angels, Anthony arrived at the Saint’s Edge Army camp.

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