Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1625 - 1186: Custom-Made Divine Technique

Chapter 1625: Chapter 1186: Custom-Made Divine Technique

With Anthony’s shout, a divine seal condensed with a clang, imprinting itself on Anthony’s God Status, activating the Divine Technique—Lord, Help Me.

It could summon Lord Ange’s power projection, establish a projection channel, reduce power attenuation, and strengthen the body’s endurance...

"Pfft..." After studying the attributes of the Divine Technique, Anthony nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. He had only cried for help; how on earth did that awaken into a Divine Technique?

However, upon taking a closer look, the Divine Technique’s attributes were incredible—establishing a projection channel and reducing power attenuation. How much could this attenuation be reduced?

The power attenuation during projection was substantial. The farther the distance, the greater the attenuation—for example, projecting across planes. Even projecting one-tenth of the power to the target was already impressive.

If a projection channel could be established across planes to reduce power attenuation, and if two-tenths of the power could be projected, that would double the strength of the projection. If nine-tenths could be projected, it would be almost indistinguishable from the arrival of the true form.

Enhancing the body’s endurance was even more crucial. Why had he thrown Natalia aside just now? Wasn’t it because her body couldn’t bear his power? She was too fragile.

If the projection channel reduced attenuation, allowing more power to project, but the body was too frail to withstand it, wouldn’t that projection be wasted?

This aspect was especially critical because this Divine Technique was fixed, and his "Lord" could only be Ange. The problem was Ange’s power was so immense that Anthony couldn’t handle it at all.

"Hmm?" Ange, who had projected onto his body, seemed to have noticed the issue as well and let out a puzzled hum. Anthony’s body uncontrollably tilted his head.

Anthony felt a bit awkward. Tilting one’s head was a natural gesture for Ange, but with his body doing it, it came off as rather greasy. He hurriedly explained: "Here’s what’s happening..."

Ange nodded slightly. "Attenuation, twenty."

Anthony gasped. He had been speculating that if ten units of power only attenuated by one unit, it’d be almost indistinguishable from the true form descending. But now, if the attenuation was merely two units, how was that much different?

With the support of Ange’s eighty percent power, thrashing South Coronet would be a breeze.

Ange seemed to agree. He stopped fleeing, turned around to face South Coronet, and a layer of coarse raincoat-like material emerged over him.

It was Soul Armor. Ange hadn’t used this thing in ages. Its defensive power couldn’t keep up with Ange’s growing strength anymore; his body alone was tougher than the armor. It had long become unnecessary.

However, when it appeared, Anthony realized it wasn’t the Soul Armor at all but Chaos Armament, something of the same nature as the Death Scythe gifted by the Monarch.

"Oh? Ange, you can condense Chaos Mist now?"

Negris’s voice suddenly rang out, startling Anthony. "Lord Nage, why are you here too?"

"I don’t know. I just saw Ange stop moving, shared his vision, and ended up here. You called for help again? Is this your body? What’s the situation?" Negris asked with curiosity.

From just that, he had almost pieced everything together—clearly, he knew Anthony too well.

Anthony quickly explained the situation. Meanwhile, Ange had already started fighting South Coronet.

After watching Ange’s battle for a bit, Negris lost interest. With Ange having the obvious upper hand, he turned to ask, "You’ve stolen the faith of this world, lit your God Status, and even awakened a Divine Technique? And it’s called ’Lord, Help Me’? What a waste! Ange would save your old life without using a Divine Technique anyway."

"It’s different, it’s different. Now you can follow through the projection too, right? This projection channel is constructed by the Divine Technique. Lord Ange said the projected power only attenuates by twenty percent." Anthony replied.

Negris drew a sharp breath. He knew exactly what that level of attenuation meant. It was almost equivalent to Anthony possessing eighty percent of Ange’s power. Anywhere he went, it would be as though eighty percent of Ange’s strength had descended there.

"That’s not bad at all. In terms of long-range power projection, this counts as a pretty strong Divine Technique." Negris gave it a fair appraisal.

"Yeah, it’s practically tailor-made for me. To awaken such a compatible Divine Technique, this God Status is really something," Anthony said.

Whether a Divine Technique was strong or not wasn’t the critical issue—what mattered was compatibility. A suitable Divine Technique could exponentially increase a god’s strength, sometimes by several times or even a dozen times. Take the God of Farming, for example. If their Divine Technique were the Instant Death Halo, wouldn’t that be perfect?

But no, the God of Farming’s Divine Technique was Element Conversion. The Goddess of Beauty’s "Goddess of Beauty Fist" paired with Bloodline Optimization was quite appropriate, but without Face Purification Technique, Rebirth Technique, Insect Ash Liquid, and Essence Liquid, how could the Goddess of Beauty have risen to power?

Anthony’s Divine Technique may seem like a lame duck, but to him, it was as if it had been tailor-made.

Just as Negris was about to say something, he was abruptly interrupted by the scene before him—Ange swung down the scythe across South Coronet, pulling out a white crystal.

As soon as the white crystal was extracted, Ange sprang into action. With a wave of both hands, countless Holy Seals continuously stamped onto the white crystal, wrapping it into a glowing orb.

"Those are the Holy Seals of the Mummy Cloth. You captured him?" Negris asked in amazement.

The Celestial Descendant Clan was formidable and troublesome. Their Subordinate Origin bodies were nearly indestructible. They moved quickly, and even if one managed to catch them, their Core Transfer ability allowed them to shift their core and body to different locations, making it devilishly difficult to pin them down.

Even though Ange had countermeasures against them, capturing or killing them was no easy task.

Ange nodded slightly, clutching the Holy Seal Ball and tossing it to the ground. The ball drew an arc in the air and landed precisely on a short tree on the Stone Mountain. The tree absorbed it into its body, and next time it appeared, it would likely be in the distant hands of the Little Sapling.

After completing all this, Ange pointed to a massive fireball and said, "No. Chaos Mist. Its."

Negris froze for a moment before realizing Ange had just answered his first question: ’You can condense Chaos Mist now?’

Anthony snapped back to his senses and said, "Right, Lord, I feel like I’ve established some kind of connection to it. It has no will, just like the Divine Aspect of Light did back then. Now that I’ve stolen God Star’s faith, can I also invade it, like with the Little Ghost?"

Ange didn’t speak, seemingly sensing something. A moment later, Anthony and Negris felt their vision blur. When they regained clarity, they were standing on the surface of a massive Light Ball.

"Is this the Consciousness Space of God Star?" Negris found himself manifested as a Bronze Giant Dragon, hovering half-submerged above the Light Ball’s surface.