Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1240 - 1240 803 Hes a Genius

Chapter 1240: Chapter 803: He’s a Genius! Chapter 1240: Chapter 803: He’s a Genius! Negris gave the ‘toad’ a deep look, didn’t say a word, and pulled out a notebook to start writing, then turned to look for Lightning.

The iron-bellied creature had no idea what had happened, and seeing Negris didn’t respond, it smirked, continuing to smack its belly.

Ange cocked his head to one side. Others might not see it, but Ange could clearly see that with every smack of the iron belly, the Void seed to ripple outwards in all directions.

This was not a space ripple, nor a mist ripple, but a kind of power that Ange had never been able to perceive before.

The Dark Elent? Could he actually ‘see’ the Dark Elent now?

The Dark Elent is a very special energy. It has a high energy density, but many people cannot sense it. If applied to a wizard, it ans ‘lacking dark attribute talent.’

If one cannot even sense the elent, how can one manipulate it?

All this ti, Ange had been using cunning thods to exploit the Dark Elent, such as the feathers from the Chaotic Holy Spirits, but this use was very limited.

Why had he suddenly beco sensitive to the Dark Elent? Was it because he had leveled up? Or was it because the smacks from the iron belly were so strong that he could feel it?

Ange took out a feather from the Chaotic Holy Spirit and waved it, but failed to sense any fluctuation of the Dark Elent from it. It seed it was due to the strength of the iron belly’s smacks.

Being able to sense it was a good thing. Ange summoned the Ring of Balance behind him, his gaze fixed on the iron belly’s abdon, silently weighing those ripples.

anwhile, the Monarch said, annoyed, “Where did this toad co from? You dare to summon the Bone Dragon? Is the Dark Origin afraid to show its face?”

One of the Giant Angels floated forward a body’s length and said expressionlessly, “By the command of the Dark Origin, I have co to judge the Law Breaker, Undead Ruler. Please lay down your weapon and bind your hands to surrender.”

“Pfft—” No sooner had the voice faded than an abrupt burst of laughter rang out. Everyone turned their heads to see Negris dragging Lightning by the neck, and it was Lightning who had burst into laughter.

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t hold it back, sorry. Go on, please,” Lightning said, gesturing forward with a forehoof in an inviting motion.

“No no no, Lightning, you go,” Anthony did not mind its modesty and quickly spoke up.

Negris also added, “Yeah, you go, give it a tongue lashing. See that toad? It dared to say my scales were shit-yellow, and mocked as having a booger-sized brain and stunted growth. Tear it to shreds! I’ll find you a hundred female Unicorns for your service.”

Lightning sneered, “Are you sick? Are you trying to harm or kill ? I can’t handle even one, let alone a hundred. You just want to see die, don’t you? Wait a minute, I’ll tell Lord Naeli you’ve been coveting a hundred female dragons…”

Before Lightning could finish, Negris covered his head with a wing. This move worked pretty well. After all, Lightning wouldn’t dare to bite, for fear that destroying Negris’s wing would invite Naeli’s wrath.

The main thing was that Naeli had too many friends. From Auburnli to Lisa to Purple Corpse, Lightning dared not provoke any of them.

The Monarch looked around and finding no one taking action, was forced to say, “Didn’t your master teach you…”

Before he could finish, Ange suddenly moved his palm below, and sothing that emitted a strong energy response but invisible to the eyes appeared on his hand.

The thing had a strong energy response, and involuntarily, everyone’s eyes shifted to his palm.

Iron belly’s expression was that of astonishnt as it looked at Ange’s palm and then at its own belly, subconsciously giving it another heavy smack: What is this? A fluctuation similar to mine? Gulp? The secret of darkness?!

The Monarch was the first to recognize it, “Darkness… Dark Elent?” He originally wanted to say ‘Dark Arts’, but imdiately rembered that Ange and the others had changed ‘Dark Arts’ to ‘Dark Elent’. There was no need to ask; the na was definitely coined by their own people. How could they let others define it?

“Dark Elent? You’ve mastered the Dark Elent? When did you learn it?” Negris couldn’t keep quiet anymore and flapped over, excitedly asking.

Ange nodded his head, “Just now, I learned it.”

While speaking, Ange forcefully wiped in front of himself. His palm moved very slowly, as if facing so great resistance, but when his palm had moved the distance of two palms, the second invisible but strongly reactive energy point appeared before him.

The third, the fourth, the fifth… Just like that, under everyone’s watchful eyes, Ange created thirty energy points in front of himself.

Mass casting magic was Ange’s basic operation, so old acquaintances like Negris were not too surprised, but the Monarch couldn’t help asking, “You just learned it? Don’t tell you learned it by watching that frog slap its belly, did you?”

Ange nodded and wiped back with the back of his hand, erasing the thirty energy points one by one, then lifted his palm again, and a ‘point’ with a not-so-strong energy reaction appeared on his hand.

“Hiss— Lord is getting familiar with this elent, so quick, and already able to contain the fluctuations,” Anthony couldn’t help but gasp.

As everyone knows, the more intense the fluctuations, the more dazzling and eye-catching, the greater the waste of energy.

If a fireball is scorching and bright, then it definitely isn’t very powerful because the elents are wasted in illumination and heating, but if the fireball is dim and cold, not even feeling hot to the touch, just like an ex-girlfriend’s heart, then one must be careful.

Among the many power systems, Holy Light is the most unique, pursuing intense fluctuations and dazzling brightness, thus one third of the Holy Light Technique’s energy is wasted in this respect.

But there’s no helping it, ordinary people just like things that look shiny on the outside, wasting a third of the energy, but it could bring in dozens of tis more followers.

It was Ange’s first ti casting Dark Elental Magic, and the first ti he couldn’t control it well, the energy fluctuations were fierce, but the second ti he was already able to contain the fluctuations. This control was too abnormal.

The Giant Angel seed to have noticed the change in Ange as well and said expressionlessly, “He is stealing the Dark Arts, stop him, annihilate them all!”

At the command, the twelve Giant Angels spread out in formation, leading a large number of Ancient Gods slowly pressing forward.

The Little Angel pulled out the Great Angel’s Staff and howled as she t the charge. Inside her, a giant angelic silhouette burst forth.

The Light of Creation followed far behind, reluctantly mumbling, “Ah, you little death-seeker, don’t always think about fighting, really…”

While mumbling, she didn’t dare to intervene, only daring to follow from afar, providing her with light.

The Little Zombie crouched slightly, and purple flas rose up from her body, rapidly transforming into a purple-black Soul Armor with a tallic luster.

“Eh, a Mourning Necromancer? Witches can mourn? This is the first ti I’ve seen this,” the Monarch muttered with so surprise. Ange and his group had given him too many surprises.

After the Soul Armor Transformation was complete, the Little Zombie fiercely kicked off the platform, turning into a Flash.

The platform was kicked into a big hole, and everyone exclaid, “Flash! Feiti!?”

“No, it’s not Flash, just fast speed. Look at his feet, it’s the vibration of the Dark Elent, Kvada, it’s the Dark Elent version of Earth Charge—Dark Blast Charge. Ange just mastered the Dark Elent, and Little Zombie is already making flexible use of it. He’s a genius,” Negris shouted in shock.

PS: Delayed chapter, this was from yesterday.