Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 659 - 366: Just Lacking a Powerful Mage's Soul1

Chapter 659: Chapter 366: Just Lacking a Powerful Mage’s Soul_1

“What the hell? The taste of the void? The void has a taste? Even if the void has a taste? When did you ever taste it? Have you been to the void?” Negris was completely baffled by Hel’s words.

Hel sneakily glanced at Ange, saw him watching himself, and abruptly grew braver. He scampered to Lightning’s side and licked the hat on its head.

The big cat bristled, extending its small paw and swiping violently. The mont it swung out, its small paw swelled into a large one, and with a smack sent Hel flying.

Hel was thrown back tens of ters, tumbling and digging a trench before he finally ca to a halt.

After a while, Hel got up, shuffled back to Negris, and said nonchalantly: “The taste of the void.”

“Ok, Negris understood what the taste of the void ant. The big cat slls like the void?

What is the big cat? It is a Dinsion Beast. Having its scent, doesn’t that an those bugs are all dinsional beings?

Thinking that Hel also didn’t recognize it, Negris imdiately realized sothing serious. “These bugs couldn’t have co from the void, could they?”

Ange tilted his head, turned around, let out a little ‘ow’, and summoned everyone he knew to gather around him.

“What are you doing?” Negris grabbed him.

Ange pointed to the teleportation array: “Kill bugs.”

“No, no, no,” Negris saw through him instantly, “You wouldn’t be this enthusiastic about killing bugs. Burning fertilizer wouldn’t make you this eager either. You just burned a big pile of fertilizer and haven’t fard for days. You can’t wait to fly back there, and now you’re going to the Southern Swamp? Why?”

Ange said: “Kill bugs, they are spitting.”

Negris imdiately realized: “It’s not just spitting, is it? It’s spitting in the fields right? Fine, fine, let’s go, or else you’ll keep thinking about it.”

Hearing this reason, Negris knew he couldn’t stop Ange from running amok, even though he had no intentions of doing so. Damaging the fields was a mortal sin in Ange’s book, and it was unacceptable no matter who did it.

The gathered troops teleported over, and as the light flashed, they saw sothing lunging at them. The Little Angel couldn’t hold back any longer, it was ti for the Holy Light Flash.

A beam of light stread out, and a flea-bug was left with just its four limbs as the rest of it was completely obliterated.

Hel quickly trotted over, stepping on the limbs and absorbing them into his body, until every trace of the flea-bug completely disappeared.

Coming out of the teleportation array, they were greeted with an apocalyptic scene. Countless flea-bugs were furiously attacking every living creature in sight, whether it was cattle, sheep, dogs, humans or goblins. As long as it was alive, it couldn’t escape from them and were straightaway devoured once knocked down.

These flea-bugs possessed strong hind legs and incredible jumping abilities. With a single push, they could leap tens of ters. No matter how fast soone ran, if they were targeted, they would be tackled with a single blow.

Countless creatures were scurrying around in panic, shrieking and running around like headless flies, not knowing where to go since bugs were everywhere.

Those who reacted quickly tried to flee towards the teleportation array, but whether this decision was wise was hard to tell, because so many people were fleeing there that the area near the teleportation array was already packed with flea-bugs. Only when the people in front were all tackled and the flea-bugs each had a target, did the remaining people manage to rush through.

So people didn’t give up resisting. There was a huge explosion nearby as a giant fireball hit a bug – this was the Art of Explosion.

It was challenging to instantly cast the sixth-level Art of Explosion spell. Unless one possesses the strength of an Arcane Mage, it is mostly stored in scrolls or rings and released during ergencies.

The explosion just now was one such instance. A female mage in a purple robe tore open a scroll, aid it at the bug in front of her and activated it, the intense flas instantly engulfing the bug.

However, her magic attracted even more attention. Several nearby flea-bugs started to glance at her. They then slowly crouched down, clearly gathering energy to leap.

The female mage imdiately crushed a ring in her hand. A circle of fire flowed from her body to the ground and began to spread out from her as the center point. It expanded to a ter away before bursting from the ground, forming a circular wall of flas to surround her.

“Fla Shield, Level Six Magic,” said Negris.

A flea-bug in the distance suddenly leapt forwards, its entire body charging at the Fla Shield like a fired cannonball.

The enormous impact just about broke through the Fla Shield, but the flas spraying upwards from the ground still managed to propel the bug into the air, charring its entire body black.

Two more bugs leapt forwards and collided with the Fla Shield, both getting propelled into the air. However, after taking three hits, the Fla Shield couldn’t hold any longer, shattering silently.

The female mage shouted anxiously, “Followers! Followers! Suitors! Co protect !” She then tore the robe off her body.

This action scared Negris so much that he quickly covered Little Angel’s eyes. But he soon realized he had misunderstood; underneath the female mage’s robe was not a sculpted body but rather a conservative bodysuit. Looking at the fabric, it was actually silk. Could it be..?

Little pockets were sewn underneath the female mage’s robe, and they were filled with scrolls. She swiftly pulled out one and ripped it open.

The scroll imdiately burst into flas, transford into a fireball, and floated on the palm of the woman mage’s right hand, gathering the surrounding Fire Elents and growing larger and larger.

At the sa ti, she propped up a Fire Shield with her left hand, placing it in front of herself.