Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1593: 1154: Tears of the Archangel, Such a Pity

Chapter 1593: Chapter 1154: Tears of the Archangel, Such a Pity

Creatures like Fierce Spirits, incomplete spiritual bodies, naturally scream, just like Wraiths. It’s not a sound, but a Soul Impact. Shouting before the battle can intimidate weaker souls.

But you’re facing the Monarch of the Undead Empire. It’s very disrespectful to shout at him. The Monarch rudely returned a Soul Impact.

Even though the distance was greater, the Monarch’s Soul Impact was more focused, causing more severe damage to Heisuo and the others.

However, Soul Impact is challenging to directly kill enemies, especially those Life Species with bodies. Their consciousness is bound within, limiting but also protecting them. Given the distance, it usually only results in a brief daze.

On the other hand, Fierce Spirits suffer more damage. As a spiritual body, the Soul Impact acts directly on the soul, making it restless.

But that’s it. As ntioned, Soul Impact rarely directly kills enemies. If it causes dizziness or stupor, it’s quite good, but sotis it can backfire, angering the opponent.

As the Fierce Spirit beca agitated, Ange bent over and shouted: Ao——

Ange’s shout wasn’t a Soul Impact but a judgnt from the God of Equality and Libra…

Well, technically, he shouldn’t be involved in judgnt; that’s a duty of the God of Justice and Arbitration. But since the God of Light coexists with him, he can use all the Divine Power within the Light System, including judgnt.

The Holy Judgnt has a bonus against the Undead, and it was cast personally by Ange, the Lord of Light. The Fierce Spirit ignited entirely, blazing with Sacred Flas, emitting intense white light.

Originally intending just to howl, the Fierce Spirit couldn’t stop, crying out miserably, burning until it turned to ashes.

The ashes were produced by the burning of the Mourning Malevolent Spirit by the Sacred Flas. In the Light System, they should be called Sacred Ashes. In the windless void, these Sacred Ashes floated continuously towards Ange as if blown by the wind.

The Monarch was astonished, looking at Ange: “Is the Power of Light this strong? Killing a Mourning Malevolent Spirit with just a shout?”

Ange shook his head, beckoning to the Sacred Ashes with his hand.

The Monarch instinctively looked at Negris, clearly not understanding what Ange ant, seeking a translator’s help.

Negris translated: “It wasn’t killed by one shout; it took several.”

The Monarch skeptically scrutinized Negris: “Is that what his head shake ant?”

“‘Several shouts’ is my addition. He used judgnt. That shout marked the Fierce Spirit. Then he had the Little Ghost deliver power over, burning it forcefully. It was the Little Ghost who burned it. This consud a lot; he wants the Holy Ashes.” Negris explained.

A large amount of Sacred Ashes gathered in front of Ange. With a flick of his finger, the already thoroughly burned ashes reignited, bursting into a blazing Holy Fire.

With the ignition of this point of Holy Fire, the surrounding ashes accelerated into the flas, driving the fire upwards, forming a pillar of fla.

This pillar of Holy Fla then split into two, flapping like wings.

With a flick, a humanoid figure erged from the Holy Fire. With another flap, the fla wings split into two pairs, then three pairs upon a further flap.

The Holy Fire humanoid with three pairs of wings erged entirely from the flas. The surrounding Sacred Ashes accelerated towards its body, making the flas and Holy Light on it increasingly bright.

Anthony couldn’t help but lean close to Negris, asking softly: “Lord Nage, what kind of ritual is this? I’ve never seen this in the Holy Code.”

As the Pope of Light, it was sowhat unbelievable not to have seen such an evidently sacred ritual before, not even to have heard of it.

Negris shrugged: “Then you might as well think of a na for it. I haven’t heard of it either. It should be a new miracle by the Dead Skull.”

“Oh, new indeed. As expected of the Lord, a new miracle in every gesture, using the Sacred Ashes produced by burning Mourning Malevolent Spirits to rekindle and summon a Six-winged Supre Holy Spirit. I’ll go back and gather everyone to study a na and record it in the Holy Code.”

“How about calling it the Holy Ashes Fla Rebirth, Light Supre Divine Six-winged Archangel Descent?” Anthony seamlessly transitioned into his pope role.

While they were speaking, the Archangel, with a face full of divinity, slowly opened its eyes, revealing golden pupils. It looked around, landing its gaze on Ange, imdiately pouting with displeasure and letting out a sound: “Ao!”

Ange scratched his head: “Ao…”

“Pff… Little Angel…” This familiar Aoao language imdiately let them know who had arrived. It turned out the descending Archangel was the Little Angel.

“Weren’t we told before that the Little Angel couldn’t be summoned? How co it can now?” Negris asked in surprise.

They hadn’t considered the Little Angel because they were told before that the distance was too far, and Ange tried unsuccessfully before; they hadn’t expected it to suddenly be possible now.

“Could it be because the Lord’s true body is closer now?” Anthony suggested.

“Very likely.” Negris agreed with this speculation.

Only the Monarch asked in confusion: “What true body is closer?”

Previously, it was ntioned that the Little Ghost brought Heaven’s Fortress and that the Little Ghost and Kram created an anchor point to pull apart the Devouring Abyss. But no one ntioned that Ange brought his true body over, leaving the Monarch puzzled by Anthony’s words.

Negris explained to him, and the Monarch was shocked: “Ange dragged the entire Chaos Plane over?”

Negris thought for a mont, then nodded: “You could say that. Yes, Ange is now equivalent to the entire Chaos Plane.”

“Then I can use the Chaos Mist freely?” The Monarch said eagerly, rubbing his hands.

He was feeling trapped; after being teleported here, needing Ange for rescue and lacking enough Chaos Mist to utilize his full strength. He scarcely saved so, only to deplete it again battling Bone Dragons.

It just seed like nothing was going smoothly; it was quite frustrating.

anwhile, the Little Angel had been ‘soothed.’

The Little Angel was upset that Ange hadn’t called her for so long. After explaining the distance to her repeatedly with the help of the Little Ghost and Little Sapling, and a gentle knock on the head from Ange, she finally cald down.

Pointing towards the bunch of newly appearing Mourning Malevolent Spirits in the distance, Ange shouted: “Ao!”

The Little Angel pouted, holding her head, tears welling up, turned fiercely towards those Fierce Spirits, and her Holy Light shone brightly.

Durken squeezed his hands but had to release them, lanting: “The Tears of the Archangel, such a pity, such a pity.”