Chapter 308: Defining the Goddess of Harvest

The aggressive Iron-Skin Zombie's head was pressed down, its entire body stopped in place, and then it discovered that its claws couldn't reach the enemy.

It grabbed around a few times, but couldn't reach the enemy; Ang's arm was a bit longer than its.

The Iron-Skin Zombie immediately changed targets, its sharp claws scratching at Ang's arm, immediately making a screeching sound.

After scratching a few times, the Iron-Skin Zombie suddenly felt that its hands couldn't grab anything. It retracted its hands and looked—hey, where are the nails? How did they get worn flat?

It looked at Ang's arm in a daze, only seeing a fair and tender arm. However, the feeling of grabbing it wasn't like this at all.

The Iron-Skin Zombie scratched again. Its fingers slid across, immediately seeing its fingers cut into the skin, and then it scraped against something hard.

Seeing it so dazed, Ang took off his hat with his other hand, revealing his skeleton and those purple-gold hand bones.

The Iron-Skin Zombie was even more dazed, subconsciously continuing to grab Ang's arm with its hands. With a screeching sound, hey, the fingers were worn flat?

Heh heh! The Iron-Skin Zombie let out a hoarse roar, clenched its hands into fists, and smashed at Ang's hand with all its might.

It didn't move at all. After smashing a few times without moving, the Iron-Skin Zombie glared at Ang with its turbid eyeballs, silently turned its head, and walked back into the passage.

After watching the Iron-Skin Zombie's performance, Negris supported his chin and said: "Hmm, it has wisdom. It's not a zombie; it's a lich."

Ang raked out the straw, and the group walked into the cemetery.

This was an empty underground space. The edge area had some traces of human construction. The leveled ground was lined with rows of stone coffins, each sealed. Only one stone coffin was open, and that ugly iron-skin lich was sitting beside the stone coffin, hugging its knees.

Seeing Ang and his group walk in, the lich glanced at them gloomily, got up, climbed into the stone coffin, and silently pulled the lid shut.

"Yo ho, still angry? It should be my descendant. I'll go give it a beating," Miss Lisha said.

Walking to the stone coffin, she pulled hard, and the heavy stone coffin lid was pulled open with a clatter.

The iron-skin lich pulled the lid up, not discordant. The delicate, fair, and tender Miss Lisha pulled it open, and the discordance was huge.

Flash was startled and couldn't help but lean over to Negris's side and ask in a low voice: "The old witch is also a lich. What level is she?"

Negris pondered and said: "Didn't notice, but she has a Soul Heart, so she should also be iron-skin."

"No wonder," Flash realized: "It really hurts to hit people."

The lich in the stone coffin was also dazed, blankly looking at the delicate Miss Lisha who pulled open the lid with one hand, unable to react for a while.

Miss Lisha grabbed its ankle, pulled it out of the stone coffin in one go, and scolded: "Which generation child are you? Why are you so impolite? It's one thing not to greet people when you see them, but you also move your hands and feet? Who taught you? I'll teach you a lesson for your great-grandfather. Speak, which generation are you!"

Scolding once, Miss Lisha patted its head once; scolding once, she patted it once.

The iron-skin lich was patted awake, roaring and reaching out to grab.

"Oh, still dare to fight back?" Miss Lisha grabbed the iron-skin lich's hand, pulled it forward, knocked it to the ground, took advantage of the situation to step on its back, sacrificed soul energy, and slapped its butt with big palms.

The thick-skinned Iron-Skin Zombie wouldn't feel pain even if its butt was beaten to a pulp. But don't forget, soul energy causes soul damage to undead creatures. One slap down was equivalent to a soul lash, and the iron-skin lich immediately wailed.

The iron-skin lich wailed in extreme pain, reaching out its hands and crazily wanting to grab Miss Lisha. But Miss Lisha's feet were stepping on its back, like a giant stepping on its back. With its stiff joints, it couldn't reach its back at all.

The wails made Flash and Negris look at each other, suddenly thinking of one thing: "Feilin is afraid of his wife. I understand why he's afraid of his wife."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!" The iron-skin lich didn't give in. It wailed, and suddenly, raging soul flames rose from its body. With a fierce struggle, it forcibly pushed Miss Lisha away and turned to pounce over.

Miss Lisha was also very angry. There was a kind of anger of seeing a descendant who was disobedient, impolite, and refused to change, making her want to beat it to death on the spot.

Uh, it seems it was already dead... Whether it retained the memories of its lifetime was not certain. If it didn't retain memories, then this was just an undead creature that occupied the corpse of its descendant.

Realizing this point, Miss Lisha's eyes changed suddenly. There was no longer the cautiousness of being held back, replaced by sharpness.

Holy light shone from her body. A phantom crossed the void and arrived, gently embracing her. Layers of armor wrapped around her, turning into a beautiful suit of armor. In the armor's hand, it held an ear of rice...

Everyone was dazed. The iron-skin lich was dazed because it was so cool. Did this person transform to hit it?

Miss Lisha was dazed. As a saintess of light, it was very reasonable for her to subconsciously summon a holy spirit to possess her when she exploded, right? But she hadn't summoned a holy spirit for over a thousand years. Before, she didn't dare, and later, there were no holy spirits.

Now, subconsciously summoning it, something actually possessed her? And it armored her body?

Negris was even more dazed, looking at the ear of rice in Miss Lisha's hand: "Ear of Harvest? Goddess of Harvest? You summoned the Goddess of Harvest?"

"I... I don't know either." Miss Lisha hurriedly pushed hard, pushed the iron-skin lich to the ground, grabbed its legs, threw it high into the air, then patted it to the ground, threw it high again, and patted it to the ground again.

After doing this back and forth a few times, the iron-skin lich was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't climb up anymore. Miss Lisha patted its skeleton to pieces.

It only took five seconds to settle it. Miss Lisha ran over hurriedly and showed the armor on her body to everyone: "Quick, quick, quick, see what's going on? When I sacrificed holy light, I brain-farted and summoned a holy spirit, and immediately felt something being condensed into shape by me, and then summoned it over."

As soon as she finished speaking, the armor on Miss Lisha's body turned into light spots and disappeared quickly.

"Hey, how did it disappear?" Miss Lisha asked.

"You couldn't bear this power. You said you felt something being condensed into shape by you? But you couldn't bear this power. What's going on? And why was the Goddess of Harvest summoned by you as a holy spirit angel?" Negris was also dazed.

The God of Knowledge also needs certain things to have happened before it can be converted into knowledge. If this kind of thing had never happened, then it couldn't know what was going on.

Everyone gathered into a pile, discussing seriously, letting Miss Lisha describe the various changes and feelings just now repeatedly.

Negris had no clue at all. Instead, after listening, Ang said: "Xia Mala, Gray Angel."

It was as if a bolt of lightning pierced through Negris's soul, making him suddenly enlightened, jumping up excitedly:

"Xia Mala created the Gray Angel. Could it be that you created a Goddess of Harvest? No, no, the divinity of the Goddess of Harvest is still there because you can steal her divine power. Could it be that you defined what the Goddess of Harvest is?"