Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1604 - 1165: It Knows the Location of the Celestial Descendant Clan

Chapter 1604: Chapter 1165: It Knows the Location of the Celestial Descendant Clan

Before transforming into a Silver Dragon, Negris was definitely the one in the team nobody could beat. But after transforming into a Silver Dragon, it became the one that nobody could avoid getting beaten by.

Its body could withstand immense power, and after undergoing the Dragon God Transformation, fighting it was like fighting Ange. Charging in aggressively, Negris would simply shout, "Ange, hit him."

Its scales rippled, transforming into a broad-backed Muscle Dragon God, and it pummeled Emre with a series of heavy blows. After finishing, it withdrew and ended the fight.

Emre felt sore all over, his expression blank, lost in a daze of existential doubt: "Wh-what just happened?"

The Origin Sword Saint may possess Origin Power, but fundamentally, he was still just a Sword Saint. For Ange, Origin Power meant nothing. Sword Saint versus Dragon God—the outcome was obvious.

If he had chosen someone other than Negris to duel, perhaps Anthony or someone else, he might not have lost so miserably.

"Haha, don’t fret about it. I used to think I was amazing too. After all, I cracked the secrets of the Star God. Oh, by the way, those Star God-related materials you’re studying didn’t happen to be fabricated by me, did they?" Ursman said with a laugh.

Receiving a confirmed response, Ursman continued, "I knew it! The name ’Star God’ was coined by me. They typically refer to themselves as the Celestial Descendant Clan. But they don’t really care about names—whatever people call them, they just go along with. Sigh, I painstakingly unraveled the mystery of the Star God, yet their every move remains hidden in mystery."

Indeed, every single action was a mystery. Even the seemingly weakest Little Fat Dragon on the opposite side was unbeatable. Emre, feeling dejected, asked, "Then how did you obtain the opportunity for ascension?"

"Loyalty. The Origin Lord actually doesn’t require immense combat power. Uh... honestly, the Lord doesn’t need anything. You’ll understand more later. However, Lord Anthony needs some people to handle tasks—loyal people," Ursman replied.

Emre immediately pounded his chest in declaration: "My loyalty, witnessed by the Star Gods!"

"Haha, let’s set that aside for now. Come on, take me to your Star God Legion. Before your ascension, I’ll guide you all." While speaking, Ursman began transforming, morphing into a tall, slender Star God and floating toward the airship ahead.

While Ursman set off to rally the Star God Legion, Anthony was busy clearing the battlefield and taking inventory of the spoils: "We killed over a hundred Fierce Spirits and converted them into 221 Four-Winged Angels. But it’s a pity—we let the remaining spirits escape. We should’ve initially feigned weakness or even retreated strategically to lure all the Fierce Spirits out."

"Who would’ve thought the other side could summon hundreds of Mourning Malevolent Spirits? No idea how long they’ve been accumulating, or how many lives they’ve claimed," Negris said.

"The Divine Light Alliance’s billions of people—weren’t they cultivated for this purpose? Sigh," Anthony sighed deeply. Raising billions of lives only to slaughter them when needed—a masterstroke indeed...

As they counted their gains, the Four-Winged Angels wandered around, searching for fragmented Soul Energy to absorb, converting it into Holy Power without wasting even a fragment.

Durken pulled over a Four-Winged Angel and pressed a Chaos Stone against it.

No visible changes. Then he applied a Black Crystal to its body—hiss! The angel immediately let out a pained howl, summoning the Angel’s Sword and slashing at Durken.

Durken exploded into a puff of smoke, reappearing far away from the Four-Winged Angel. He then shouted back, "Little Angel, tell it to stay still. I’m conducting some tests, and I’ll make some enhancements for you later."

From afar, the Little Angel responded with a shout: "Ao!"

The Four-Winged Angel froze in place, letting Durken proceed with his experiments.

After a series of tests, Durken discovered that first coating it with Chaos Stone and then with Black Crystal could enhance the Four-Winged Angel’s Holy Armor to Black Crystal’s level. The only downside: the armor could no longer be removed.

In other words, whether bathing or sleeping, the armor would remain fixed on their bodies. But was this really a drawback? The Four-Winged Angels didn’t need to bathe or sleep anyway.

After strengthening the Holy Armor, Durken then asked Negris to "exhale" on the Four-Winged Angel. The Source of Water quickly began infiltrating the angel’s body, transforming it into a gleaming Silver Light Spirit.

The silver sheen wasn’t strikingly different from the angel’s original divine radiance—just a metallic shimmer added to its glow. Visually, the change was subtle.

"As expected! The Source of Water and Spiritual Saints are a perfect match," Durken said gleefully. The Source of Water’s infiltration didn’t damage the Holy Spirit at all—and even if it did, it could be healed instantly. Truly a perfect pairing.

"It really is a perfect match. But what kind of enhancements can the infiltration bring?" Negris asked.

"Let’s test it out. Little Angel, come over and give it a try," Durken beckoned.

The Little Angel nodded: "Ao!"

The Four-Winged Angel closed its eyes, then reopened them, revealing a spark of emotion within.

Ordinary Holy Spirit Angels are devoid of emotion, functioning solely as cold and efficient combat machines. Even confronted with the Resting Wind, they would battle until annihilated. However, Supreme Holy Spirits are different; whether Little Angel or Luna, they are remarkably similar to humans. Luna, for instance, would rebel in fury if someone killed her Holy Light Spirit.

Now, the Four-Winged Angel’s emotional gaze indicated that Little Angel had projected part of herself onto it.

"Little Angel, can you see the Origin Power on the Lord’s body?" Durken asked.

The Little Angel glanced in Ange’s direction: "Ao."

Durken didn’t understand the Aoao language, so he waited for Negris to translate: "She sees dazzling light. Hmm, this is excellent—being able to perceive the brilliance of Origin Power."

At this level, everyone was dealing with Origin Power. If one couldn’t even see it, they could easily perish without knowing why.

Now, the Source of Water’s infiltration allowed the Four-Winged Angels to sense Origin Power, constituting a significant enhancement.

"Next, lightly scratch me with Holy Power to see if there’s residual infiltration from the Source of Water," Durken said again.

The Little Angel traced a finger along Durken’s hand, leaving behind a silver mark that slowly spread.

"Excellent! The infiltration effect remains intact. From now on, anyone battling Holy Spirits must be mindful of being infiltrated. Now, cast a small Healing Spell on me to see if it carries infiltration effects—if so, that would be problematic," Durken added.

A Healing Spell was cast, and the silver mark on Durken’s hand faded significantly, proving that the Healing Spell didn’t carry infiltration effects.

"Good! Heal the wound on my hand first, then let’s see if you can cry. Let’s collect some Four-Winged Angel tears. Ouch—" Durken, getting carried away, made another ridiculous request, only to be punched in the eye by the Little Angel, nearly squeezing out Witch’s Tears instead.

At that moment, a powerful aura emerged from the direction of Undead City. Dragging a trail of rolling black smoke, the Monarch floated over, shouting from afar: "Finally got hold of it! Anthony, interrogate it—it seems to know the whereabouts of the Celestial Descendant Clan."