Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1058 - Chapter 1058 Chapter 623 Could it be a Trap

Chapter 1058: Chapter 623 Could it be a Trap? Chapter 1058: Chapter 623 Could it be a Trap? The substitute of God above his head expanded into a Delivery Magic Circle, followed by an even larger Teleportation Array shadow overlapping the Delivery Magic Circle, and after a flash of intense light, a colorful purple and black skeleton was transported over.

Ange’s bones shimmered with a metallic luster of purple gold, but in a few places, they glinted like crystal, seeming to be in the midst of transitioning between purple gold and Black Crystal.

Stepping out of the Teleportation Array, Ange flicked his hand and a ball of Essence Bug Ash Liquid turned into mist, enveloping the God’s Substitute. Then, a series of Healing Spells, Purify, and Rebirth Techniques flashed violently, forcefully pulling the God’s Substitute back from the brink of death.

The projection of Negris upon Ange couldn’t help but curse, “Kvada, can this even work?”

The descent of a deity was never an easy matter. It required the cooperation of strength, body, faith, and other factors. Taking the Church of Light as an example, their Magicians must be selected from a young age, bathed in the divine light for many years, and strengthened physically to align with and bear the power of descent.

Otherwise, all descents would turn into a one-time ‘single throw’ event, and the deities wouldn’t be able to exert much strength.

But Ange, he just picked someone at random, firstly blessed them with various Divine Techniques, and then shared the pain through the Equal Cross, forcibly raising a common farmer to the level of a Magician…

No, to the level of a Divine Envoy, which is the mortal shell through which a God walks on earth, the spokesperson of God on earth–the Pope’s level.

However, a body chosen at random could not withstand that power. At the moment of descent, this farmer theoretically had already died, but what did that matter? Ange teleported over, a few drops of Insect Ash Liquid and a Healing Spell, and even the dead could be revived.

Ange had too many Divine Techniques at his disposal. When used in combination, they could produce effects that even Negris found astonishing, which is precisely what the God of Life lamented: why burn down a perfectly good field…

Rushing over and grabbing hold of Onas, who had been pierced through, Ange took flight, looking for targets. Onas was dragged along like a Magic Crystal Lamp Bulb strung onto a sizzling wire, emitting a series of painful screams.

A Titan that happened to be nearby sneaked over to check the situation. Onas’s screams were transmitted through the far-reaching electric field, heard by all Titans.

The Ring of Balance on Ange’s back flashed, instantly locking onto the enemy. He grabbed the Lightning Spear and hurled it with all his might.

Deep within the clouds in the sky, in an instant, something was pierced into a concave, net-like shape of electricity.

When Ange picked the Lightning Spear back up, it already had two ‘lamp bulbs’ stuck to it.

Ange cocked his head, thought for a moment, then suddenly shook them violently, eliciting even more pitiful screams from the two Titans.

Soon, another Titan came to investigate the situation, only to be met with a bolt of lightning as soon as it showed its head…

After this, the Lightning Spear had seven or eight Titans strung onto it, and Onas finally couldn’t hold back and cursed, “Idiots! He’s fishing with us, don’t come over here to die!”

After Onas shouted, indeed no more Titans foolishly approached.

Unable to ‘fish’ for more ‘fish’, Ange had to resort to the old method, choosing the nearest Undead Believer for descent. This was actually a very draining method for divine power, but Ange had no shortage of anything except divine power.

He had almost unified the entire Master Plane, including the former Church of Light, which had been incorporated into his network of faith, and all the power contributed by the faithful belonged to the Libra God Statue.

It could be said that Ange was now the only god on the Master Plane, his divine power endless.

Tyranus listened to the screams coming from the remote sensing electric field, and asked in some surprise, “Who is he?”

The God of Life slowly said, “His name is a bit long, let me count. He is the Lord of Mourning, the Undead God, the Goddess of Beauty, the God of Farming, the God of Libra and Equality, the God of War and Peace, as well as the Master God of the Harvest Goddess, and the coexistent lord of my children. Is there anything else?”

Just from the tone, one could sense the God of Life’s struggle as he counted on his fingers…

Tyranus was dumbfounded: “Are you joking? Your child? You have a child? Coexistent? Lord?”

The God of Life slowly said, “Do you find it… funny? I don’t even dare to provoke him now, sigh, what are you burning the field for?”

From the words of the God of Life, Tyranus heard too many unbelievable things, hesitated for a moment, and then gave a command to the remote sensing electric field: “Gather to me.”

As he commanded, bursts of electricity shot from Tyranus’s body, which occasionally projected in a certain direction, and when it snapped back, a Titan was pulled over by the electric light.

Clearly, Tyranus was using himself as a center, pulling distant Titans through the remote sensing electric field, to achieve the purpose of rapid gathering.

While pulling people, Tyranus asked: “What about the Gods of Light? You mentioned so many deities, but only the God of Balance is one of the Gods of Light. What about the other gods?”

When Tyranus left, the Church of Light was flourishing. Apart from the Undead King, it was the most promising group of deities.

He had dared to return only because he had relied on the Undead King to go to the new world, thinking that the most likely encounter upon his return would be with the Gods of Light. Yet, here he was, facing an altogether unfamiliar and even more troublesome Ange. What was going on?

Listening to that string of godly names, he had thought the God of Life was joking.

“They have fallen,” said the God of Life.

“All dead? Did he kill them? Or was it a Faith Storm?” Tyranus asked.

“He killed one, two, three… four I think, oh, and captured one, the Goddess of Redemption is now his servant deity too, oh, captured two, the God of Shadows has also been captured.”

“…” Tyranus suddenly understood what the God of Life meant by ‘I don’t dare to provoke him.’ How many were there in the pantheon of the Gods of Light? Wasn’t this equivalent to being wiped out?

“What’s with your child? When did you have a child? And coexisted with him?” Tyranus couldn’t help but ask.

At this, the mood of the God of Life perked up: “Yes, he is also the best cultivator, the God of Farming. My child has been cultivated excellently by him and will definitely surpass me.”

Tyranus felt a twinge in his heart. The God of Life was a superior being that not even the Undead King wanted to mess with. If its child could surpass it, what terrifying existence would that be?

The remaining Titans finally gathered together. Tyranus looked and saw that only forty-eight remained, meaning that at least fifteen Titans had been captured by Ange.

What efficiency was this? This wasn’t fishing, this was casting a net. It seemed like he had really provoked a fearsome individual. Could it be that he had been trapped by that Serpent of Misfortune?