Chapter 53: Headless Little Zombie

Ang was happily wiping holy light on the angel skeleton. This was actually the same as planting vegetables. Planting the seeds and watching them grow, green and maturing day by day, Ang felt very happy.

It was the same now. Wiping holy light onto the skeleton, flesh and skin grew out, which was very similar to the joy of planting vegetables.

And the angel skeleton would also benefit from this process. Although it would be weakened every time it used Holy Light Shining, after recovery, whether it was the soul or the skeleton, there would be a certain growth.

This was already the third time the angel skeleton had cast Holy Light Shining. From initially only being able to accommodate sixty Purification Arts, to seventy, and now over eighty.

If this continued, the energy it could accommodate would become more and more. If Ang's Purification Art hadn't been upgraded, just filling it with energy would be a troublesome matter.

The only bad thing was that the things consumed by releasing one Holy Light Shining were too many. Eighty Purification Arts were just for charging. To restore it from a skeleton to an angel, it still needed seven thousand Purification Arts, and even the enhanced version needed two thousand, which would take one or two days.

That is to say, Ang now had to work with all his might for one or two days to be able to release one shot of Holy Light Shining. Such a time-consuming and laborious skill was destined not to be released casually.

Just as Ang was pondering, an "Ao" sound startled him. Turning his head to look, he saw a heavy-armored warrior break through the encirclement and rush over quickly.

Lan's fireballs smashed onto the heavy-armored warrior one after another, but strangely, after the fireballs exploded, they went out directly. There was no situation where they would continue to burn for a period of time after the normal fireball spell exploded.

"There is something under his heavy armor that suppresses elements!" Lan immediately drew a conclusion and warned the others loudly.

Element suppression refers to natural elements, such as wind, fire, thunder, water, earth, and light. In this case, the first method is to change to non-elemental magic, such as spirit type or arcane, summoning, etc.

The second is to choose types of elemental magic that focus on physical damage, such as explosive flames or earth spikes.

Even more overbearing, of course, is to use excessive element coverage bombing, exceeding what the suppression ability can bear. Fireball spell can be suppressed, but can Meteor Fire Rain be suppressed?

After Lan warned, she chose the second method. Her staff was held horizontally, and between her hands, fire elements surged wildly toward here, quickly twisting into a translucent sphere.

As more and more fire elements surged, the middle of the translucent sphere began to burn. However, all the burning stayed inside the sphere, and the translucent cover suppressed them inside until it was saturated and about to explode. Only then did Lan push hard, pushing the explosive flame out.

Under Lan's gaze, the explosive flame hit the heavy-armored swordsman and exploded violently.

This violent explosion, which could blow an ordinary person away, blew the heavy-armored swordsman to the side, and he sat on the ground. But before Lan could be happy, the heavy-armored warrior climbed up as if nothing had happened and continued to charge at a jog.

A series of shadow arrows and death breath arrows fell onto the enemy's body, causing no harm.

On the route of the heavy-armored warrior's charge, small bubbles appeared on a piece of ground. Just as he stepped into this piece of ground, his whole body sank suddenly, sinking into the ground—Quicksand Art.

To deal with this kind of tin can, Quicksand Art is the most effective restriction magic. However, the preparation time required for Quicksand Art is too long; it needs to soften the whole piece of ground.

The heavy-armored swordsman fell into the quicksand, and no matter how he struggled, it was futile; he would only sink deeper and deeper.

Just at this moment, the second heavy-armored swordsman also rushed out of the encirclement, stepped on the body of his companion in the quicksand, and crossed the sand pit.

There was no time to deploy Quicksand Art again. Feilin commanded the skeletons to top up. Among the thousands of skeletons he controlled, eighty percent were sent by him to the very front to impact the camp.

On the battlefield, using zombie skeletons as cannon fodder in the vanguard is the most reasonable tactic. They are not afraid of death and don't feel pain, and they can consume the enemy's strength. Even if Feilin is a lich, in this situation, it is impossible to let humans go to the vanguard to attack the strongholds.

However, skeleton zombies couldn't block this kind of tin can. Their weapons hit the heavy armor and were only bounced back. The heavy-armored swordsman slashed and swept, but could slash several skeleton zombies in half.

Ao! With a roar, the skeleton zombies scattered with a clatter, as if they had heard some command.

This "Ao" sound wasn't Feilin, but the little zombie. While the skeleton zombies moved aside, it flew over from a distance and hit the heavy-armored swordsman's body at high speed.

The little zombie was the fastest one among all the liches and zombies Ang had ever seen. Under the same mass, the faster the speed, the greater the kinetic energy, so its collision was really like a cannonball.

Several times the angel skeleton had been knocked apart by it, and it had to drag its half-broken body to find Ang to piece it back together.

The heavy-armored swordsman was knocked over to the ground by the little zombie.

But in this way, the little zombie lost its speed. When they both fell to the ground, they were pressed under the body by the heavy-armored swordsman who flipped over, and the long sword was dragged over and pressed onto the little zombie's neck.

With a crack, the little zombie's head rolled away with a gurgle.

"Ao!" Seeing this scene, Ang roared. The flame of his soul couldn't be suppressed and rushed out of his skull, wrapping his head in a layer of flame, even angrier than when Tulus burned his fields back then.

He held his hands in a void grip and took a big step forward. The wind element pushed on his body, pushing him out like a cannonball, shooting directly toward the heavy-armored swordsman.

The heavy-armored swordsman stood up, not caring about the enemies around him at all, and raised his foot to step on the little zombie's head. Being pushed by the little zombie like this, he clearly knew who could truly threaten him.

The foot didn't step down, but he heard the sound of wind. Looking back, he saw a skeleton leap to the top of his head, holding a large scythe with both hands, swinging it around and slashing toward his neck.

The heavy-armored swordsman suddenly had a bad premonition, shrinking his neck suddenly, trying to dodge the scythe blade. Under normal circumstances, he was too lazy to dodge. Very few attacks could break his defense, and even if there were, they wouldn't be fatal. Small injuries and small pains were not even like an itch to him.

But facing this skeleton's scythe, his instinct strongly told him: Danger!!!

However, Ang just twisted cleverly, and the scythe blade shifted downward by more than ten degrees, still grazing his neck.

The scythe blade directly penetrated his neck like a phantom, hooking his soul out. The heavy-armored swordsman was unharmed, but fell down straight. No matter how thick the heavy armor defense was, it was useless; the Death Scythe was not a physical attack.

Kicking the heavy-armored swordsman's corpse away with one foot, Ang picked up the little zombie's head and gave a sad "Ao!".

He rarely had sad emotions, unless the crops withered, but the sadness brought by the little zombie was several times more intense than those brought by the crops.

Just after roaring once, the angel skeleton patted him and pointed to the side. Beside him, the little zombie's headless body was crawling up, opening its hands, and spinning in circles like it was drunk.

Ang tilted his head, suddenly remembering that the lich's soul was not in the head, but in the heart position, which meant the little zombie wasn't dead.

It was a wasted sadness. Ang patted the little zombie's head in his arms and then gave it back to it.

Although the lich's soul was not on the head, they still relied on their eyes to perceive the outside world. With the head gone, it could only re-observe using the soul at the chest, needing to re-adapt.

Picking up its own head, the little zombie twisted it toward its neck. Unfortunately, it forgot that the head had been chopped off, the cut was smooth, and there was no way to buckle it. No matter what, it couldn't twist it on.

Ang looked around, grabbed a skeleton of similar size to the little zombie, twisted off the spinal joint of its neck, and changed it to the little zombie's neck. Only then did he twist the head on.

The skeleton that lost its spine and had its body and head separated was opening and closing its chin silently, seemingly accusing Ang of this kind of robbery.

The little zombie with the head installed finally stopped spinning in circles, turned back, pointed at the heavy-armored warrior trapped in the quicksand, and called angrily at Ang: "Ao!" ===== CHAPTER 54 =====