Chapter 72: The Best Fertilizer

The Black Warrior sprayed holy light from his seven orifices, and countless lights sprayed from his body, making him look like he was riddled with holes, scaring him into screaming in panic.

Holy Word, a divine art that ignores defense. Why would a skeleton know Holy Word?

Done, divine arts have additional damage to undead creatures. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm... wait? Why doesn't it hurt?

Touching up and down, eh, not broken? No, "Go to hell"? I'm an undead creature, already dead...

The terrified Black Warrior discovered that besides his perception being blurred by holy light, he hadn't suffered any damage. But before he could recover his perception, a giant scythe had swept across his body, hooking out a wisp of soul.

On the other side, the No. 2 Black Knight and the Angel Skeleton were locked in a brawl. The Black Knight's martial arts were superb; his movements of picking, flicking, scraping, slashing, and hacking were connected very tightly, as if mercury were spilling onto the ground, continuous and unending. If he could truly land a hit, he could carve the Angel Skeleton into a pile of bones.

However, every time he was about to slash at the angel skeleton's body, a long-necked head would suddenly stretch over, using the thick helmet on its head to block his shadow sharp blade.

Turning his head to look, he saw Negris's helpless but focused expression.

No way, Ang said to let it be a shield. What could it do? Quit? If the angel skeleton was shaved into a bone frame, the little zombie would hammer it flat later.

Moreover, it was most reasonable for it to be a shield. The brass dragon had thick skin and flesh, high magic resistance, and high physical defense. It was also an undead creature, not afraid of pain or death. Soul connection, if the body was hacked to death, let Ang repair it later. At worst, cultivate another one.

It quietly pried off a scale and hid it, preventing the body from being hacked to death one day and having nothing to regenerate with.

It used a heavy armored swordsman's armor to modify a helmet and a breastplate for itself, strengthening the defense of these two places. In fact, even without strengthening, its scales were already very sturdy.

*Clang*, the shadow sharp blade hacked on Negris's head and was bounced away.

The angel skeleton's fist followed closely.

The Black Warrior bent his elbow to top, borrowed force to retreat half a body position, and the sharp blade slashed down again.

*Clang*, Negris's head stretched over again.

The brass dragon's neck was quite long, swinging back and forth, flexible and stable, with better anti-shake performance than a chicken head.

With its focused cooperation, the angel skeleton was like having an extra automatic hand, blocking some fatal attacks, allowing it to focus on hammering people.

One sword blocking three 'hands', for a time, it was actually evenly matched.

The Black Warrior wasn't very worried. This kind of opportunistic tactic could work for a while, but not for a lifetime. As long as he found a flaw, he could take the middle road, attack left and right, flip up and down, slash horizontally and vertically, and kill in one fell swoop, or wait for his companion to solve the other skeleton and come back to help...

"Go to hell!" The roar startled him. Turning his head to look, he saw his companion spraying light from his seven orifices, touching himself in confusion, and then being hooked out of his soul by the scythe.

A Black Warrior, no, a Black Knight, actually lost to a gray skeleton in a duel?

Although this gray skeleton didn't know why it could use the Death Scythe, which spirits feared most, it was still a gray skeleton!! Oh, it could also use Holy Word, could ride a horse, could... seeing ghosts, is this still a skeleton?

This time, it wasn't his companion solving the skeleton and coming back to help him, but the skeleton solving his companion and coming back to surround him.

Watching Ang turn toward him and raise the Death Scythe in his hand, the Black Warrior gritted his teeth, inserted the sharp blade into the ground, and picked up the sky full of dust.

"*Puff*! Throwing sand? Are you embarrassed? You're a Black Warrior!" Negris couldn't help but spray with laughter.

Throwing sand, stomping on toes, gouging eyes, and grabbing the crotch are famous techniques of the displaced, but any swordsman with even a bit of skill would never use them, let alone a dignified Black Knight; it is simply a disgrace to the Black Knight name.

The last three moves were useless against undead creatures, but throwing sand was still useful. The dense gravel and dust not only blocked the line of sight but also blocked soul perception. By the time the dust disappeared, the Black Warrior had lost his trace.

But this kind of means could deceive the angel skeleton, but not Ang. From the dust, Ang sensed a black shadow drilling into the ground, so he pointed his scythe at the ground, exactly the pit that the Black Warrior had picked out.

The angel skeleton flew into the sky, flew directly above the pit, opened its wings wide, and the feathers on its back became brighter and brighter.

After changing to the six-winged archangel's wings, it brought two brand new characteristics to the angel skeleton. One was that the holy light gauntlet expanded to the wrist, protecting the entire lower arm. The second was that it could store holy light energy in advance, without needing Ang to pour it in during the battle.

The Black Warrior who was drilling into the ground with all his might suddenly felt a chill in his soul.

The newly changed wings were a circle larger than before, and they were three-folded. When folded, there was no difference from before, but when opened... it was no wonder the mural exaggerated the six-winged archangel into a moth; the wings were really too big.

The wings shone to the extreme, the angel skeleton pushed its hands toward the ground, and a light pierced into the ground.

*Puff*, just like a stone hitting the lake surface, it bulged a circle, and then returned to calm, leaving only the center of a pit melted into liquid, quickly cooling and crystallizing, forming a thin glass-like arc surface.

The angel skeleton undoubtedly turned into flying ash, including its wings, and finally lost support and fell down, *clatter* falling off its left leg bone.

It didn't care, picked up the leg bone and

Negris sighed: "A battle bird is a battle bird, never changing its ways. He burrowed into the ground, so we just dig him out. Was there a need to use an ultimate move? It's only because Ang recovers quickly; otherwise, seven thousand Purification Spells would require a hundred priests to recover for seven or eight days. Who could afford to keep you?"

Picking up the holy remains from the ground and throwing them into the Palace of Breath, he led Lightning over. The Angel Skeleton sat on top, the Little Zombie second, Ang third, and the Huang Tong Dragon squeezed on with a plop. Lightning carried everyone and gradually moved away.

The reason for this order was that the Angel Skeleton's wings easily got stuck in Ang's ribs, so they used the Little Zombie as a partition.

Not until Ang's group had been gone for a long time did a wisp of smoke slowly rise from the ground, swaying unsteadily, unable to reform its shape for a long time.

The heavily injured Black Knight struggled to reach into his chest and pulled out a scroll. It was hard to tear with one hand, so he finally placed it on the ground and stepped on it to tear it open.

The light of the teleportation flashed violently, then suddenly contracted toward the center point. Also shrinking toward the center point was the mangled Black Knight.

"Why would there be a Black Knight?" Negris, sitting at the very back, muttered to himself, his eyes darting toward Ang.

"Black Knights are man-made undead creatures; they need a Rebirth Altar to be reborn. Where did they pop out from?" His eyes continued to dart.

"I remember Demon Valley wasn't called Demon Valley before; it was called the River of the Dead because there was a Rebirth Altar there that reborn Black Knights and other undead creatures. Why is it occupied by demons now? Judging by the direction that skeleton was kneeling, they most likely came from Demon Valley."

"There is also a lava river there, bubbling away—it's quite a sight."

Negris babbled on for a long time, but no one reacted. Only Lightning, seeing it was too pitiful, hummed and hawed a few times in response.

Sighing, Negris felt helpless and had to play his trump card: "Volcanic ash is the best fertilizer."