Ange happily smeared the holy light on the angel skeleton. This is actually like planting vegetables. Sow the seeds and watch them grow green and mature day by day. Ange feels very happy.
It's the same now. When the holy light is applied to the skeleton, the skin and flesh will grow, which is very similar to the joy of growing vegetables.
The angel skeleton will also benefit from this process. Although it will be weakened with every flash of holy light, after recovery, both its soul and bones will grow to a certain extent.
This is already the third time that Angel Skeleton has cast Holy Light. From the beginning, it could only hold 60 purification spells, then 70, and now more than 80.
If it continues like this, it will be able to hold more and more energy. If Ange's purification technique hadn't been upgraded, just filling it with energy would have been a troublesome task.
The only bad thing is that casting a Holy Light Shine consumes too much. Eighty Purification Techniques are just for charging. To restore it from a skeleton to an angel, another 7,000 Purification Techniques are needed. The enhanced version also requires
Two thousand notes will take a day or two.
In other words, Ange now has to work hard for a day or two before he can fire a cannon of holy light. Such a time-consuming and labor-intensive skill is destined not to be used casually.
Just when Ange was thinking, a sound of 'ouch' startled him. He turned around and saw a heavily armored warrior breaking through the encirclement and rushing towards him at a fast pace.
Lan's fireballs hit the heavily armored warriors in an endless stream, but strangely, the fireballs went out immediately after they exploded. There was no normal situation where the fireballs would remain burning for a period of time after they exploded.
"There is something that suppresses elements under his heavy armor!" Lan immediately came to the conclusion and loudly warned others.
Elemental suppression refers to natural elements, such as wind, fire, thunder, water, earth, and light. In this case, the first way is to replace it with non-element magic, such as spiritual or arcane magic, summoning, etc.
The second is to choose a type of elemental magic that focuses on physical damage, such as explosive fire and ground thorns.
What is more domineering, of course, is to cover and bomb with an excessive amount of elements, which exceeds the capacity of the suppression ability. Can fireball suppress it, but can meteors and fire showers suppress it?
After Lan warned, he chose the second method. He raised his staff horizontally, and between his hands, the fire element rushed towards it crazily, quickly twisting into a translucent ball.
As the fire elements surged more and more, the middle of the translucent ball burned. However, all the burning stayed inside the ball. The translucent cover suppressed them inside until it was saturated and almost exploded.
Push, push the explosion out.
Under Lan's gaze, the explosive flames hit the heavily armored swordsman and exploded violently.
This violent explosion, which could blow up ordinary people, made the heavy-armored swordsman tilt to the side and fell to the ground. But before Lan could get happy, the heavy-armored swordsman got up as if nothing had happened and continued to charge at a trot.
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A series of shadow arrows and death breath arrows fell on the enemy without any damage.
On the charging route of the heavily armored warrior, small bubbles appeared on a piece of ground. When he stepped onto the ground, his whole body suddenly sank and sank into the ground - Quicksand Technique.
To deal with this kind of tin can, Quicksand is the most effective restraint magic, but Quicksand requires too long preparation time, and it needs to soften the entire ground.
The heavily armored swordsman was stuck in the quicksand. No matter how hard he struggled, it was all in vain. He would only sink deeper and deeper.
At this moment, the second heavily armored swordsman also broke out of the encirclement, stepped on his companion in the quicksand, and crossed the sand pit.
It was too late to deploy the quicksand technique, so Feilin directed the skeletons to move forward. Of the thousands of skeletons he controlled, 80% were sent to the front to attack the camp.
On the battlefield, using zombies and skeletons as cannon fodder is the most reasonable strategy. They are not afraid of death and will not hurt, and they can consume the enemy's strength. Even if Felin is a lich, in this case, it is impossible for humans to lead the attack.
However, skeleton zombies cannot stop this kind of tin can. Their weapons will only bounce up when they hit the heavy armor. The heavy armored swordsman can cut several skeleton zombies in half with one slash.
Ouch! With a roar, the skeletons and zombies scattered with a crash, as if they had heard some order.
The 'ouch' sound was not from a film, but from a small zombie. As the skeleton zombie got out of the way, it flew over from a distance and bumped into the heavy armored swordsman at high speed.
The little zombie is the fastest among all the lichs and zombies Ange has seen. Under the same mass, the faster the speed, the greater the kinetic energy, so its collision is really similar to a cannonball.
Several times, the angel skeleton was knocked to pieces by it, and I had to drag out half of the body bones to find Ange to help put it back together.
The heavily armored swordsman was knocked to the ground by the little zombie.
But as a result, the little zombie lost its speed. When they both fell to the ground, the heavy-armored swordsman turned over and pinned them down. The long sword was dragged over and pressed on the little zombie's neck.
With a click, the little zombie's head rolled away.
"Ouch!" Ange roared when he saw this scene. The flames of his soul could not be suppressed and rushed out of his head, covering his head with a layer of flames. He was even angrier than when Tulus burned his fields.
He held his hands in vain and took a big step. The wind element pushed on him and pushed him out like a cannonball, shooting straight at the heavy armored swordsman.
The heavily armored swordsman stood up, not caring about the enemies around him, and stepped on the head of the little zombie. Being pushed by the little zombie, he obviously knew who could really threaten him.
Before he stepped down, he heard the sound of wind. When he looked back, he saw a skeleton jumping on top of his head, holding a large scythe in both hands, and swung it round to chop at his neck.
The heavily armored swordsman suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he jerked his neck and tried to dodge the sickle blade. Normally, he would be too lazy to dodge. There were very few attacks that could break his defense, and even if they were, they would not be fatal.
Small injuries and pains, even scratching an itch are nothing to him.
But facing this skeleton's sickle, his instinct strongly told him that it was dangerous!!!
However, Ange just made a clever twist, and the sickle blade shifted downwards by more than ten degrees, and still scratched his neck.
The sickle blade penetrated his neck directly like a phantom, pulling out his soul. The heavy armored swordsman was unscathed, but fell straight down. No matter how thick the heavy armor defense was, it was useless. The sickle of death was not a physical attack.
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After kicking the heavily armored swordsman's body away, Ange picked up the little zombie's head and let out a sad 'Ouch!'
He usually rarely feels sad unless the crops wither, but the sadness caused by the little zombie is several times stronger than that caused by those crops.
Just as he screamed, the angel skeleton patted him and pointed to the side. The headless body of the little zombie next to him was getting up, spreading his hands, and spinning around like he was drunk.
Ange tilted his head and suddenly remembered that the corpse witch's soul was not in his head, but in his heart, which meant that the little zombie was not dead.
Bai was sad, and Ange patted the head of the little zombie in his arms, and then gave it back.
Although the corpse witch's soul is not in the head, they still rely on their eyes to perceive the outside world. If the head is lost, it can only use the soul in the chest to observe again, and needs to adapt again.
Picking up its own head, the little zombie twisted it around its neck. Unfortunately, it forgot that the head had been cut off and the cut was smooth, so it couldn't be fastened or screwed back on.
Ange looked around, grabbed a skeleton that was about the same size as a little zombie, unscrewed the spinal joints from its neck, put it on the little zombie's neck, and then screwed the head on.
The skeleton, which had lost its backbone and had its body and head separated, opened and closed its jaw silently, seeming to be accusing Ange of his banditry.
The little zombie with the head attached finally stopped spinning in circles. Instead, it pointed at the heavily armored warrior stuck in the quicksand and shouted angrily at Ange: "Ouch!"
"Ouch!" Ange responded, holding his hands in vain, and rushed towards the heavily armored warrior.