Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1500: 1061: Bloodline Invasion

Chapter 1500: Chapter 1061: Bloodline Invasion

Anthony was just about to step forward to help, but then he saw Ange reach out and extract the Soul Heart of the Bronze Dragon. He stuffed it back into the book, then silently watched as the Bronze Dragon’s body was slowly eroded by silver.

Negris, who was projected onto Ange, imdiately panicked: “What are you doing? That’s my body!”

Ange replied casually: “Broken. Compensate.”

“New shoes are never as good as old ones… Forget it, just rember to compensate .” At that mont, Negris felt sothing tugging at him, and when he retreated to take a look, he saw Ursman poking him with a finger.

“Open it. Let’s all watch together—what’s going on outside?” In the middle of their conversation, the book suddenly slamd shut, and everyone disappeared.

If Ursman were just an ordinary Heroic Spirit, it wouldn’t matter, but he possessed complete cognitive abilities. He knew sothing had to be happening outside, yet he couldn’t see what it was, which left him restless, scratching his ears and pacing as though he was ready to burst out.

It was only then that Negris rembered he had a Heroic Spirit at ho. The Yellow Mud Book flew up, opened its pages, and enlarged rapidly—it soon transford into two door-like panels standing upright on the ground, through which Ursman could observe the world outside.

His gaze first landed on the silver-colored lake, as though he thought of sothing. Then his eyes moved to the slowly discoloring Bronze Dragon’s body.

Silver gradually stretched across the Bronze Dragon’s body, as though it were succumbing to tin pest. With every inch that discolored, the affected areas started peeling, turning extrely fragile, and then shattering entirely.

Seeing his own body crumble like that—even though it wasn’t his physical form—Negris still felt faint pain in those corresponding spots. Could this be the phantom limb pain Grey had ntioned long ago?

When an entire hand had disintegrated, Ange, who had been observing closely, finally acted. A sacred light enveloped the entire Bronze Dragon body—the Face Purification Technique.

The peeling and fracturing areas were suppressed, and their pace greatly slowed, though the disintegration continued. Yet as the silver continued to spread, infiltrating more areas, the breakdown accelerated again. This showcased that the Face Purification Technique couldn’t truly counter such damage.

Ange raised his palm—Group Healing Spell.

A more potent Healing Spell was cast, slowing the deterioration even further. But as the infiltration grew ever larger, reaching the upper torso, the breakdown sped up yet again.

It was as though Ange was locked in a tug-of-war with the silver liquid on the Bronze Dragon’s body. The stronger the Healing Spell, the slower the breakdown; yet as the area of infiltration expanded, the disintegration’s pace increased.

Even Anthony, the Pope himself, was feeling anxious watching this back-and-forth spectacle. Yet Ange remained composed, steadily increasing the potency of his healing spells.

Sanctuary Spell—

Rebirth Technique—

God’s Grace—

By the ti he reached God’s Grace, it was already at the level of Divine Arts, and there was no stronger Healing Spell beyond this. But that didn’t faze Ange; he pulled out so Essence Liquid, poured it onto the dragon’s body, and continued casting healing spells.

Through this repeated tug-of-war, the dragon’s body maintained its shape until the entire body was infiltrated.

At this point, the dragon’s body had transford, becoming dazzlingly silver, resembling a sculpture cast from Mithril, radiating a luminance that seed extraordinarily precious.

However, from the perspective of the tug-of-war, the silver liquid had lost. Though it had perated the entirety of the body, it had been unable to shatter it. In the end, under Ange’s relentless healing, even the claws which had initially crumbled began to grow back slowly.

Everyone present was left stunned, though their focus of shock varied. Negris was amazed by how striking the silver dragon looked—its brilliance wasn’t like that of a Silver Dragon’s, but rather the shimring quality of Mithril, making it far more luxurious.

Ursman, however, was shocked: “He… he actually managed to suppress the bloodline contamination from the Source of Water?”

Negris scoffed indifferently: “Suppress it and suppress it, what’s the big deal… Wait, Source of Water? Bloodline contamination? You recognize these silver liquids?”

Ursman elaborated: “Of course I do—it’s the Source of Water. My Plane was destroyed, and the most likely culprit was it. Soone wanted to eliminate it, and judging by this, the enemy succeeded. All that remains of the Source of Water is now rely scraps.”

“Oh, so it’s essentially your Plane’s consciousness, is that it?” Negris asked casually.

“Plane Consciousness? That’s an acceptable na. We’re used to calling it the Source of Water. It’s the font of all life, existing within every living being. That’s why the mont you touch it, you’re imdiately contaminated throughout your body, ultimately transforming into sothing resembling it.”

“Unfortunately, we humans would die from the transformation, including our souls. So it’s not just the Source of Water—it’s also the Source of Death.”

“Although I’ve known about its existence, I never dared to interact with it. It also never surfaced above ground, dwelling only deep within the Plane. I never expected soone would try to eliminate it.” Ursman sighed heavily.

Negris nodded, then asked in one breath: “So what about the bloodline contamination? Is suppressing it extrely difficult? What does it transform into? Has anyone ever succeeded in suppressing it before?”

“Of course it’s difficult. I’ve never seen anyone succeed, to be honest. As for what it transforms into—naturally, it changes into the Source of Water itself. This body will gain the abilities of the Source of Water.” Ursman explained.

“Uh, so what kind of abilities does the Source of Water have?” Negris pressed on.

Ursman shrugged: “That, I have no idea. I told you—I’ve never seen anyone successfully suppress it, nor have I dared to interact with it. So what abilities it possesses, I can’t say for sure. You could experint to find out, though be careful, since it can even contaminate souls. If your soul cos into contact with it, you’ll be infected too.”

“Wait, that doesn’t make sense. Look at this—he’s been in contact with the Source of Water continuously, and he’s fine.” Anthony interjected, pointing at Rigo.

Ursman replied adamantly: “Then he must not have co into contact with the actual Source of Water.”

Rigo confird this, stating he had only been ditating near the Source of Water—as though cultivating magic—and slowly accumulated so Chaotic Power, which explained its smoky form and abundant impurities.

Hearing their discussion, Ange snapped his fingers, causing a Soul Fire to float onto the dragon’s body. The silver imdiately began to spread toward the Soul Fire.

Negris took a deep breath: “That’s ridiculously overpowering—it can even infect souls? Then I can’t use this body after all?”

After a mont of thought, Ange stepped forward and punched the dragon’s body—Goddess of Beauty Fist.

He then flicked out another Soul Fire, letting it fall onto the dragon’s body. This ti, there was no contamination. Only then did Ange retrieve Negris’s Soul Heart and insert it back into the dragon’s body.

Negris hesitated before asking: “What did you just do to it? Goddess of Beauty Fist? You optimized the bloodline using the Goddess of Beauty? That stopped the bloodline contamination?”

Ange nodded.

“You really are a genius. Goddess of Beauty Fist optimizes bloodlines, perfectly countering bloodline contamination. Let try this—I’m going to see what abilities the Source of Water has.” Negris rubbed his hands together eagerly.