Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 917 - 917 504 What a Coincidence I Know This Secret

Chapter 917: Chapter 504: What a Coincidence, I Know This Secret Technique_2 Chapter 917: Chapter 504: What a Coincidence, I Know This Secret Technique_2 Anthony, standing nearby, blushed at the words. It wasn’t a choice between showing off and practicality, but rather that Ange simply had no concept of looking good or not. If it worked, Ange was the type to disassemble his pelvis to continue the battle if necessary.

Faced with such a ruffian-like fighting style, the Dragon Undead was extrely distressed, like being stuck to unshakeable candy.

He tried to create so distance and regroup, but a Soul Shock Beam ca flying, and tentacles lashed out. There was no escaping it.

And his Soul Impact, the opponent rely had to slightly hunker down to withstand it. Too weird. Clearly, Ange’s soul wasn’t as strong as his.

He couldn’t comprehend it even with ten souls; Ange’s consciousness was simply projected here, with his true body guarding from behind. Otherwise, it would be impossible to hit Ange’s soul.

Unless he could instantaneously annihilate the Soul Heart of Ange’s body at present.

But, if he knew, he would probably kneel on the spot. From another world ca a projection that could withstand his Soul Impact. Was the opponent an Undead God or what!

After several rounds, the Dragon Undead hardened his heart, his form exploding into a cloud of smoke as it surged backward rapidly.

Ange also flung out two strands of Spirit Touch, continuously stripping chunks from the smoke. Being Undead, he had no physical form, so losing any part was a fragnt of his soul.

In this smoke state, he had no way to fight back, only retreating desperately.

Finally, after losing a significant part of his form, the Dragon Undead moved out of the range of the Spirit Touch.

“Cursed creatures, you will all—” The smoke condensed into a winged human figure about to make so angry declaration when a pillar of light struck him, silencing his remaining words.

“Ow!” The Little Angel waved her hands and cheered excitedly, finally catching her opportunity. Until now, the Dragon Undead had been entangled by Ange, preventing her from taking action.

With a scream, the Dragon Undead smoked all over, hurt by the Holy Light’s damage that affects the Undead, one of the few attacks that can make the dead feel pain—far worse than being sliced into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

The Dragon Undead, in a fit of anger, bellowed at the Little Angel.

The Little Angel crossed her arms in front of her, and a holy seal appeared, shielding her from the Soul Impact. Boom! The holy seal was blasted into the Little Angel’s body.

“Stand firm, holy seal!” Negris called out, “Quick, pull her aside, don’t let her face off against the Dragon Undead.”

Ange tilted his head with a strange expression and stood still.

Soon Negris understood why Ange hadn’t moved. Little Angel’s eyes snapped open, her pupils turning gold—the Eye of the Holy Spirit.

At that mont, her face was void of emotion, like a statue devoid of feelings—the Battle Angel’s state of combat.

Her wings flared out, and a set of Light Wings sprouted—a Four-winged Great Angel.

Simultaneously, the Little Angel’s hands conjured and pulled apart, drawing the Great Angel’s Staff.

Ange was only a projection with power limited by his current body, while the Little Angel ca in her true form. Her strength on the Master Plane was her strength here, and all Ange needed to do was to keep channeling power to her.

Holy flas blazed on Ange’s body, continuously channeling holy power into the Little Angel. Swish! A third set of wings burst forth—a Six-winged Archangel.

Supre Holy Spirit, fully loaded.

The Little Angel, expressionless, pressed firmly on the Great Angel’s Staff and pushed forward.

Holy Light pierced the darkness, lighting up the pitch-black cave.

The Dragon Undead’s expression changed dramatically. Nearly tumbling to the side in a roll, it was still grazed by the light, half its form vanishing.

The Light Wings emitted a glow, propelling the Little Angel forward as she pressed the Great Angel’s Staff toward the Dragon Undead.

Supre Holy Spirit, Six-winged Archangel, an existence that could stand toe-to-toe with the Lord of Mourning, Locke. Although the Little Angel wasn’t at that level yet, she had Ange.

Power began lagging in its delivery; Ange swept forward, and a row of holy missiles launched, chasing after the Little Angel. Yet, rather than exploding, they rged into her body.

Replenished with power, the Little Angel, despite having released a powerful attack, still swung the Great Angel’s Staff and cleaved a sacred crescent.

The head of the Great Angel’s Staff had a flashy design of folded wings, not sothing most would dare use as a weapon. But if one did, it made for a quite handy axe.

The last ti the Little Angel used it, it needed repair by Durken. This ti, she pre-filled it with sacred power.

The Great Angel’s ‘axe’ split the Dragon Undead in two, the severance sizzling with smoke.

Devastatingly defeated, the Dragon Undead no longer felt the initial surge and condensed his form into a fist to strike.

With a loud clang, the Little Angel blocked his attack but was still knocked back several steps.

As the Dragon Undead prepared to fight in earnest, shedding the fancy techniques and concentrating on contraction, sothing else lashed onto him.

Looking down, it was a Spirit Touch.

“Damn you—” Before the Dragon Undead could finish, Ange grabbed and pumled him relentlessly.

The Dragon Undead was going insane, scattered by the Little Angel and grouped by Ange. Soul Impact couldn’t push through Ange, and he now deeply regretted rashly showing himself.

Run! After distancing himself with difficulty again, the Dragon Undead gritted his teeth, transford into a cloud of smoke, and quickly vanished into thin air.