Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

"She is indeed mentally ill! Why is this happening? The kingdom of heaven is destroyed, why does she still have a spirit angel to possess? Or a gray angel? Has she fallen? A letter-believer?" Negris was yelling.

Anger drew out his own sickle, the one he had used for more than a thousand years, because the space in the dungeon was too small, and his Death Scythe could not be used, so he could only draw out the small sickle.

But it's the same, Reaper's Scythe is condensed by relying on the small scythe, which is equivalent to another form of Reaper's Sickle.

A small sickle was sacrificed, and a soul armor was sacrificed, but the dark coir raincoat soul armor was directly covered by the scarecrow hat, and all changes were completed under the illusion of the scarecrow.

Shamara couldn't see, she could only feel the sudden increase of soul breath, which made her frown suspiciously.

"The Holy Spirit is gone, why are you able to possess a body?" Ange asked while offering his soul armor.

"I made it." Shamara responded casually, and then slapped her left palm, the holy light gathered in her palm into a light blade, and went straight to Ange's neck: "Holy light, give it to me."

Shamara said something casually, but it shocked Negris into a mess, she made it? She made it! She made a holy spirit! ?

What does this represent? What does this mean? The Holy Spirit was created by God, and she can create it, which means that she has stolen at least part of the divine power, and then imposed her will on the divine power.

God, what is stealing power? It's a false god, is she going to become a false god?

Ange hooked the sickle, and hooked the light blade aside.

Shamara condensed another light blade from her right hand and slashed towards it. Anger hooked the light blade to the other side again, and repeatedly slashed and blocked like this.

Shamara obviously has never learned martial arts, but she must have cut vegetables in the kitchen. The posture of chopping with two knives is similar to chopping meat sauce.

Of course, Ange is not weak either. The scythe trained from mowing grass and harvesting grain can cut wherever it wants to cut.

Even though their moves haven't changed much, the effect is absolutely top-notch, and the momentum is even more astonishing. The rest of the energy sputtered made the dungeon rumble.

The sound of their fight alarmed Farr outside and the guarding paladins, and they all rushed down to have a look, and everyone was stunned.

"Grey Angel? Oh my God, the legendary Gray Angel, Shamala has fallen." Farrar cried out in pain.

Shamara, who was evenly matched with Ang, turned her head and gave them a cold look, her eyes were shining with holy light, and she said majesticly and coldly:

"It is you who have fallen. Those who have turned their backs on the Holy Light are like lost lambs. Ahead is the abyss of darkness. God said, kill the leader, and it will lead the flock into the abyss..."

Shamara murmured, let go of Ange, and rushed to the door.

The iron gate of the dungeon had been locked, and Shamara, wrapped in the holy light, slammed into it, and the arm-thick gate was directly bent by her.

Farrer gasped, and rushed up the stairs, scrambling and rolling, and shouted loudly: "Be careful, be careful, Shamala has fallen, be on the alert."

The remaining paladins themselves had the duty of guarding the dungeon, so they could only bite the bullet and draw their long swords, but looking at the iron bars with thick and curved arms, no matter how hard their scalp was, they felt numb. Is this still human?

I didn't expect that Shamara would fall and put her in the dungeon. The essence is to lock up a weak woman who has lost the possession of the Holy Spirit. The fence with thick arms is definitely a high-end one. Such a fence can lock even a giant bear.

Who would have thought that a weak woman could suddenly become possessed by the Holy Spirit, which is a good thing. If you can possess the Holy Spirit, then you are still a saint, and you can be released just by saying it.

Who would have thought that the one possessed this time turned out to be the legendary gray angel, which is a sign of depravity, and now, this depraved saint, actually said that they are the degenerates, the ones who have turned their backs on the holy light, and the ones who have lost their way. the lamb?

Get lost if you get lost, but what's with that bear-like punch? A normal spirit possession doesn't have this kind of strength, does it?

Shamara took two steps back, rushed forward, and bumped into the iron gate again, and the overwhelmed iron gate broke. Then she pulled apart the broken iron bars and burrowed outside.

However, the fluctuation behind her forced her to turn around, just in time to see a holy light and shadow emerging from Ange.

In fact, Shamara shouldn't let go of Ang, let alone distance herself from Ang, otherwise she will see the power of the magic fort, but before that, a light and shadow emerge from his body, protecting the in front of him.

The soul of the soul warrior Anthony.

Under normal circumstances, the soul fighters are all black shadows, filled with death, but Anthony's soul is different.

Guangying is holy, dressed solemnly, with a high-collared crown, just looking at the outline, you can tell that it is a bishop's dress. More importantly, Guangying is holding a bishop's scepter in his hand. Just looking at the shape, it is too sacred.

The soul, presents the most familiar image of the soul warrior, and Anthony has been most familiar with this image for more than a thousand years, and he is used to keeping a straight face in front of outsiders, as majestic as majestic, as sacred as he is sacred.

"Ah!? It's the bishop, it's the bishop!" The light and shadow of the soul can't see the face clearly, only the outline and light and shade can be seen vaguely, and this is the western parish, and there are not many people who know Anthony. distinguish between light and shadow.

But everyone can recognize that this is a bishop-level clergyman from the clothing and scepter.

This was enough to boost the confidence of the paladins, and they said loudly: "Holy soul, a bishop-level holy soul, Mr. Ascetic Monk is so powerful, stop her, and cooperate with Mr. Ange to kill the fallen angel."

Shamara turned around and rushed back, trying to get close to the holy soul, didn't she say that she was afraid of close combat? Then she approached to chop.

But as soon as he rushed in front of the Holy Soul, the 'Holy Soul' picked up the scepter and knocked on the head.

Shyamala was astonished and tilted her head violently.

But the 'Holy Soul' immediately swung the tail of the stick, and the tip of the stick swung in the other direction due to the principle of leverage, and it still hit Shamara on the head with a sudden hit.

Shyamala was knocked flying and hit the wall.

A rookie in melee combat, he was honestly taught by the black warrior spirit.

Shamara was a little dazed, she didn't know martial arts, after being possessed by the Holy Spirit, she could fight in melee, but the martial arts were all brought by the Holy Spirit. But now this holy spirit was created by herself, and she doesn't have the ability to fight in close combat.

Dazed for a moment, I found that the Holy Spirit did not pursue, but returned to An Ge's side.

This made Shamara heave a sigh of relief, but after turning his gaze to Ange, the expression on his face could no longer be calm, because a bunch of fist-sized light balls were already wrapped around Ange.

"Use the holy light, use the holy light, the gray angels, the holy light will hurt them the most." Negris pointed in Angor's soul.

"No." Anger replied, he only knows the purification technique, not other offensive holy light magic.

"Don't be so rigid. The holy light condenses into a ball and shoots out like a fireball. Isn't it a holy light missile? You can compress the fire element into an explosive fireball, and you can also compress the purification technique into a ball."

"Oh." So a bunch of holy light missiles appeared beside Ange.

When the holy light missiles hit Shamara overwhelmingly, the fallen saint chose the most instinctive method, run!

Shamara quickly ran along the wall towards the iron gate, the missile of holy light almost hit her back and hit the wall behind, and the splashed gravel hit the holy light protecting her body again, Pipi There was a crackling sound.

Shamara rushed out of the iron gate, and after a short pause, she was hit by a holy light missile and staggered forward.

The paladin blocking the door took the opportunity to slash at her with a sword.

Unscathed, the holy light of the paladin could not harm her, but let Shamara slap him.

Just like being shot by a giant bear, the paladin broke his tendons and fractured his bones, the shot flew up, hit the wall behind him and bounced back, vomited blood, and seemed to be dead.

Shamara was about to continue to rush forward, but suddenly discovered something, carried a few holy light missiles, came back to grab the paladin, and ran up the stairs.

"Chasing!" Negris shouted in Ange's heart.

Needless to say, Ange has already caught up, and the soul is in front of him. He followed closely and chased up, only to see that the room on the ground was in a mess, and Shamara's figure was breaking through the door and disappearing outside the door. turned black.

The paladin who was caught by Shamara has turned into a corpse and thrown aside at this moment, his body is bleak.

Negris turned pale with shock: "No, the power of the Holy Light has been deprived of him, and Shamara has robbed him of his power. This is the real fallen angel. Go after her and kill her, otherwise the more power you will plunder , her strength will become stronger."

Gray angels and fallen angels are not simply the difference in the color of their wings. Only those who know how to plunder the power of others can be called fallen angels. When it plunders the power of others, its own power is no longer pure, and its wings will become black.

The current Shamara has become a real fallen saint, a saint possessed by a fallen angel.

Ange chased after him quickly, and found that Shamara had already soared into the sky, flapping his wings and flying out of the town.

A white firework exploded in the sky, which was a warning signal. The power of the Church of Light who saw this firework had to rush to the place where the firework rose in the shortest possible time.

Because Nicholas was assassinated, the power of the nearby Church of Light is extremely dense, and a group of paladins saw the fireworks from a distance.

The leading paladin squinted his eyes for a while, then turned around and asked, "Uh, are those warning fireworks?"

The companion also squinted his eyes for a while, and said, "Yes, captain, do you want to help?"

"Of course, but do you know which idiot made the warning fireworks white? Who can see clearly in broad daylight." The leader of the paladin cursed, then raised his right hand.

The subordinates who were dragging slowly behind him immediately got on their horses collectively. The paladin in the lead wanted to make some speeches, but was suddenly interrupted by his companion's exclamation: "Captain, look, what is that?"

The paladin captain looked up and saw a figure flying over from the direction of the fireworks. It was a Miaoman figure with surging holy light on his body, but the wings behind him were black.

"Is that an angel of the Holy Spirit? Why are the wings black?"

"It's not an angel, it's a saint. The wings are in an energy state, and they are possessed by the Holy Spirit. That direction is the town of Mara. Isn't it the saint of Shamara?"

"That's her, that's her. I've seen the Holy Maiden Shamala, and that's her."

The people under him yelled, but the leading paladin felt something was wrong, black wings? Fallen angel?

Shamara also spotted this team of paladins, turned around and came down.

The leading paladin immediately shouted: "Be on guard, be on guard, Holy Shield!"

The paladins sacrificed their holy shields one after another, but it didn't make much sense. These paladins were all around the third or fourth rank, and their strength was far from the level of the Madonna team of the holy vanguard.

But what they faced was a fallen saint possessed by an angel.

Shamara just flew down, raised the holy light, and bumped into the head of the leading paladin, knocking him off the horse and smashing him to the ground.

The holy shield was broken, the armor was dented, and blood was spitting out from the mouth.

"Holy light, give it to me." Shamara said indifferently, and the pilgrim cavalry captain stretched out his hands.

The rest of the paladins saw in horror that Shamara grabbed a ball of holy light from the paladin captain and stuffed it into her body. The next moment, her black wings became thicker.

"She killed the captain, she robbed the captain's strength." The rest of the paladins screamed.

Shamara turned her head to look at them, her eyes were filled with white light, she couldn't see the whites of the eyes, there was only a glowing hole, she said expressionlessly: "Those who betray the light, give your holy light to I."

At the moment she was about to strike at others, a light and shadow rushed over, swung the scepter and threw it at her.

After the light and shadow, Ange followed closely, and the holy light missile shot out in front of him.

Shamara turned around and ran without saying a word. As long as she ran fast enough, the Holy Light Missile would not be able to catch up.

She has wings, and Ange couldn't catch up with her when she was escaping. He couldn't summon Lightning or Negris now, so he could only watch her disappear into the air.

The soul slowly glanced at everyone, walked towards An Ge step by step, and melted into his body.

The paladins finally came to their senses and knelt down to salute: "My lord."

Everyone saw the soul in their eyes. It was clearly a "sacred soul" dressed up as a bishop, who could drive a bishop-level "sacred soul". The status of this adult must be extremely high.

Ange nodded in response, and wanted to turn around and leave. Chasing and killing Shamara was purely accidental. The original goal was to leave here as soon as possible, but now he couldn't catch up anyway, so he quickly slipped away.

Before taking two steps, the paladin captain who fell to the ground coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Shamara flew down, hitting him with broken bones and bones, and robbing him of his strength, but he miraculously did not die on the spot, but he had already coughed up blood, and he was not far from death.

"Captain!" The other paladins rushed over, screaming anxiously, and some subconsciously looked at Ange. There was nothing they could do about this fatal injury.

"Healing, healing." Negris said in Ange's heart: "Now you are a person pretending to be a church. You can't see your companion injured and walk away. This is unreasonable."

"Oh." Ange responded, and casually cast a series of cleansing techniques on the paladin captain.

The frequency of three shots per second fell on the Paladin Captain like a woodpecker, shaking him all over. After dozens of shots, he suddenly turned over and sat up.

"Is it the afterglow of life? Captain, are you okay?" He was on the verge of death just now, but now he sat up suddenly, and everyone thought he was returning to life.

The paladin captain was also stunned, and touched his body. Except for the pain from the sunken armor and the disappearance of the power of the holy light, everything seemed to be fine.

He stood up and jumped for a while, and sure enough, everything was healed. He was so excited that he knelt down and said, "Thank you, sir, for your help."

"Thank you, my lord, for your help." The eyes of the other paladins filled with worship, and they knelt down to salute again.

They have never seen such a serious injury treated so neatly. Even high priests or priests have to prepare carefully for a long time, and it may not be successful.

The strength of this lord in front of him is really unfathomable.

Faller ran over quickly, followed by the entire town of Mara and all the members of the Church of Light nearby. When he saw Ange from a distance, he began to salute: "My lord."

Trotting all the way to Ange's side, Farrar said respectfully and sadly: "My lord, I have sent the news of Shamara's degeneration into a gray angel to the Holy See. Because of Archbishop Nicholas, everything now belongs to the light." All the forces have been mobilized, and Shamara will not be able to escape unless she has wings."

"She has wings." Ange said.

"Ahem, ahem, my lord's eyes are like a torch, and she can't escape even with wings." Farrar said awkwardly, with a feeling of chest tightness.

"She, fallen, can plunder, the power of the Holy Light." Ange said again.

Farrer ran fast, so he didn't see the changes behind him. He was shocked when he heard the words: "Fallen angels? Can they plunder the Holy Light?"

"That's right, Fallen Angel, the captain's power has been robbed." Without Ange opening his mouth, the surviving paladins began to chatter.

Farrer looked solemn: "This is a new situation, report it to the Holy Court quickly, but don't worry, all the forces belonging to the light have been mobilized, including the Judgment Army, and the fallen angels can't escape."

If there was any sympathy and distress for Shamala before, after hearing that she could plunder the power of the Holy Light, all the sympathy in Fale's heart disappeared.

What Fale said gave Negris a headache. Has the Judgment Army been dispatched yet?

If the fallen angels can't escape, then Ange may not be able to escape either. The Judgment Army is dedicated to dealing with internal traitors. Ange's holy light cannot be hidden from Shamara, and it is very likely that it cannot be hidden from the Judgment Army. What should we do?

Turning his eyes, Negris thought of a good idea, and said to Ange: "Ange, how about this."

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