Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1250 - Chapter 1250 Chapter 813 Tailor-Made

Chapter 1250: Chapter 813 Tailor-Made Chapter 1250: Chapter 813 Tailor-Made “Consciousness Lightning! Kvada, a direct attack on the mind? This Two-Headed Snake has high magic resistance; it can’t take a single hit?” Negris exclaimed in shock.

“Two-Headed Snake? Do you recognize it?” Anthony asked.

“I don’t, but someone does. The first thing Silver Coin did in the market was to collect information on all the Ancient Gods. This Two-Headed Snake is a Domain Ancient God with two consciousnesses, thick-skinned and tough, a well-known combatant under the command of Void Will,” Negris rapidly explained.

There are also levels among the Ancient Gods of the Chaos Plane. Abyssal Big Mouth and Dark Origin, including the former Dragon God, are all top-tier Primordial Gods. Then come the Ancient Gods like the Serpent of Misfortune.

Next are the Domain Ancient Gods, such as the Goddess of Starfire, Little Demon Kings, and the Light of Creation, who all belong to the domain level.

The most numerous are undoubtedly the Void Ancient Gods, a category with a massive population and inconsistent quality, ranging from Nightmare Saya, who feeds on fear, to Drosa, skilled in Arrays, and the useless Honey Elf.

Dimali, Cartwright, and the like, all belong to this tier, accounting for nearly ninety-five percent of the Ancient Gods’ numbers.

Therefore, even though it is just a Domain Ancient God, the Two-Headed Snake’s power is definitely not weak, at least on par with the Goddess of Starfire’s level. Yet now, it’s been struck dead by a Muscle Unicorn with a single Consciousness Lightning strike?

A one-shot kill of a Domain Ancient God, how freakish is that? I just cursed at it; is it too late to apologize now?

Clearly, there was no time for regrets. After killing the Two-Headed Snake, Awuli turned her head furiously toward Ange and the others, her nostrils spraying colorful light rays, looking like she was about to blow her top.

Ange immediately waved his hand to signal everyone to hide behind him. At the same time, a Dwarf avatar appeared in front of him, expressionless as it spread its arms, striking an Equal Cross pose, with the silhouette of a cross immediately appearing on its back.

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Negris couldn’t help but burst out laughing, “Pfft–God of Forging? You’re having the God of Forging bear the cross? Isn’t that too discordant? Hold on, how do you have a divine seal of the God of Forging?”

“Have you forgotten? When we went to the Dwarven Lands to observe the War God’s chessboard, my lord engraved a Blank God Statue with the Forging divine seal, creating a fake*God of Forging,” Anthony still remembered the incident.

“Using a pseudo-deity to bear the Equal Cross? How did he come up with that?” Negris sneered, but internally, he couldn’t help but admire: What a brilliant idea!

The Equal Cross is a rather trivial Divine Technique, mainly a mutual destruction move that even the God of Balance wouldn’t use unless absolutely necessary.

But the Equal Cross is indeed a deterrent Divine Technique. Even Monarchs are reluctant to clash with this skill head-on, not wanting to sacrifice themselves alongside a minor deity.

However, this Divine Technique, when applied by the God of Balance, is trivial, but in Ange’s hands, it fits perfectly since Ange can cultivate God Statuses.

Isn’t using a God Statue-created pseudo-deity to bear the Equal Cross and meet the enemy in mutual destruction just the perfect retaliation shield?

Of course, the Fake God of Forging’s God Status has no affiliation with Ange; it cannot bear Ange’s Equal Cross. But this isn’t Ange’s Equal Cross; it’s the Goddess of Redemption’s encapsulated one-time-use cross, which anyone can utilize.

Secondly, the Fake God of Forging also can’t launch any attacks, as it is not a complete deity. However, Ange doesn’t need it to do anything complex; it simply has to stand in front with the Equal Cross in place.

Even if it results in mutual destruction, it won’t affect Ange–a natural shield, as long as the Dwarves don’t see it.

My God, this is not merely appropriate, it’s as if it was tailored specifically for the situation. If that Divine Technique weren’t the Equal Cross, if Ange didn’t have a Goddess of Redemption under his command who could encapsulate Divine Techniques…

Even without redemption, they would have to seek out Little Ghost, who seems to be able to “devour” Divine Techniques as well.

At this thought, Negris suddenly realized it had been a long time since he’d seen Little Ghost and wondered how it was faring, but then his face paled as a new concern struck him, “Ange has erected the Equal Cross; could it be that he’s also afraid of this type of Consciousness Lightning?”

Just then, Awuli nodded towards Ange, and immediately from her horn, a multicolored Lightning split the darkness and struck towards where Ange was standing.

Ange ducked behind the God of Forging.

The God of Forging’s body quaked, and at the same time, Awuli also trembled all over.

The God of Forging was badly electrocuted, shivering all over, shaking uncontrollably on the spot, while Awuli also trembled and tilted her head in confusion.

Negris, puzzled, asked, “What’s happening?”

Anthony, more familiar with the Equal Cross, explained, “The Consciousness Lightning hit the Equal Cross and reflected back. It seems Awuli can’t be destroyed by consciousness attacks, so the God of Forging won’t be destroyed either. Both the attacker and the attacked bear equal damage and consequences.”

“Oh, so you mean if a poisonous snake bites it, the snake also gets poisoned, but because the snake has antibodies, I would also get antibodies?” Negris said.

“Pretty much. Anyway, if this horse can’t kill itself with its attacks, then it definitely can’t kill the God of Forging,” Anthony said.

Understanding seemed to dawn on Awuli, who angrily emitted a burst of multicolored light, pawing the ground, lowering her neck, horn pointed forward, and charged at Ange.

The muscular Unicorn charged with an impressive display, but, unfortunately, it was just a conglomerate of multicolored light rays, looking like a fluorescent-painted performer doing silly dances in a circus, which instantly diluted its menacing presence.

Ange, with his back against the God of Forging as if wielding a shield, faced Awuli head-on.

One might have initially thought that Ange was using the God of Forging as a shield to collide with Awuli, but as Awuli’s horn touched the God of Forging, Ange suddenly sprang from behind, swung his fist, and smashed it into Awuli’s face.

Ange’s fist glowed with multicolored light as if he had slipped on a knuckle-duster, sending Awuli flying sideways with a direct punch.

Perhaps after flying a few hundred meters, Awuli finally stopped, dizzy and disoriented, with spirals of light circling her eyes, looking utterly bewildered.

It took her a while to recover, and she trotted back, tilting her head and looking at Ange’s hand in confusion, asking, “Why can you hit me?”

This Awuli clearly knew the difference between herself and Ange and the others: One existed on the level of consciousness, the other on the level of material reality. She could attack the consciousness of Ange and the others, but Ange shouldn’t have been able to hit her.

Ange, using the God of Forging as a shield, approached Awuli, and extended a finger to touch her horn.

From the tip of the horn, Awuli’s Horn began to materialize at an astonishing speed, turning into a pristine, substantial, bony spike before falling to the ground.

Awuli looked at the horn on the ground, then back at Ange, and after a long pause, she finally reacted with an involuntary scream, “My horn! My horn!”