Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 285: 187 White Ghost_1

Chapter 285: 187 White Ghost_1

Ange looked at the sky and then the ground, hesitant.

Exploring heaven was not his interest. It was impossible to cultivate crops there, it was Negris who wanted to go. Allegedly, the gods may have reincarnated or returned there, and it was essential to eliminate enemies in order to prevent the Church of Light from being reassembled.

But Negris was not there. Ange, accustomed to being pointed at by Negris, would rather go back and cultivate than proceed without Negris’ guidance.

Not only was Negris absent, Little Angel, Little Zombie, Titan Lightning, they were all missing. Only armored swordsmen, shield bearers and zombies along with Petacsi were inside the Temple of Rest. Should he go back and play the pretending game first?

With Ange’s hesitation, Shamara guessed his thoughts and interjected urgently, “I don’t know if the opening was accidental or random. If it was accidental, I don’t know how long we would have to wait for such an opportunity to come again.”

Just as he hesitated, Ange sensed Negris’ projection approaching, and immediately admonished Shamara, “Are you mad? Even the Resting Wind will kill you when it blows.”

“The barrier is broken.”

“Ah? Then hurriedly go back and call someone.”

“It’s too late, the barrier is recovering. I don’t know when it will be open again.”

“Kvada, how do you know? Are your eyes made of titanium alloy? Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go up and see what’s going on.”

With the formation of air bubbles by the Air Bubble Stone, it’s very safe for White Neck to fly, and as long as it’s not blowing directly, the Resting Wind is not only harmless, but also reparative to the body.

It quickly flew to the middle section, everyone felt a sense of weightlessness, including White Neck.

They had already encountered this situation in the morning, and White Neck, who was prepared, just slightly turned his body to the side. As soon as the sensation of weightlessness disappeared, it immediately found balance again. However, heaven and earth had already turned upside down. The Resting Abyss became the sky, and the Holy Kingdom became the earth. To get closer to heaven, they needed to fly ‘down’.

At this moment, the gravity of the Resting Abyss disappeared, and what exerted on them now was the gravity of the Holy Kingdom.

Besides the change of gravity, there were no other changes around. The Resting Wind was still blowing fiercely, and White Neck, maintaining its speed, spiraled down.

“Phew, this is amazing. Speaking of that, if we pull a house to the center of the gravity line and balance it, will it hover there… Nevermind, I shouldn’t be discussing this with you. I’ll write to the Republic of Stellaris to discuss this.” Halfway through, Negris realized he had chosen the wrong discussion partners. Ange looked confused, so did Shamara….

He quickly diverted the topic: “This Air Bubble Stone is truly magic. I wonder which plane it’s from. The Prime Material Plane would definitely not produce such an extreme object. Using wind to suppress wind, that’s such a fascinating phenomenon. If we had many such stones, everyone could carry one and strap it to a stick so they could travel in the Resting Wind.”

“What if it breaks?” asked Shamara.

“That indeed is the problem. Common people can’t quickly dig a bunker to avoid the wind. But how could it possibly break? It’s a stone, not a bubble, just a few gusts wouldn’t break it.” Negris laughed.

Not long after he’d finished speaking, a ‘crack’ sound came from White Neck’s mouth. The air bubble flickered for a few times then completely disappeared. The intense Resting Wind blew at everyone, with White Neck bearing the brunt, letting out a painful roar in response, and spitting out a few fragments of the Air Bubble Stone.

“You foul-mouthed jinx… we’re done for…” Negris glanced at the Holy Kingdom still several kilometers away, extremely anxious.

Ange and Shamara could withstand this distance, but White Neck could not. The wind in the air was so fierce, and its large body took in so much wind, its wings and head, the vulnerable parts, would soon stiffen.

Particularly its head. Without the Air Bubble Stone, its head became the tip breaking the wind, which would soon be blown to destruction, and once the head was destroyed, even resurrection would be impossible.

Ange rushed out, ran along its long neck all the way to White Neck’s head, and anchored a flowerpot on its head.

The suddenly uprooted Little Sapling was dazed, and took a while to react, waving its leaves, “Force–breathe–force–breathe–”

Centered around Little Sapling, the fierce Resting Wind swerved around and avoided White Neck’s head.

White Neck breathed a sigh of relief, no longer circling, but turned its head down and plummeted like a falling projectile, quickly breaching the thousands of meters’ distance, and only slowed down with a flap of wings when it was less than three hundred meters from the dome.

The damage caused by the Resting Wind was becoming apparent on it. The fluttering of White Neck’s wings lacked its usual nimbleness, nearly causing it to crash into the dome above.

“Hurry, Shamara, find the breach, where is it?” Negris roared loudly, but when Ange glanced back, Shamara was clutching her head, conjuring a dark Sacred Flame to fend off the Resting Wind, she clearly didn’t have the luxury to find the breach.

Ange found it quite quickly, pointing his hand, “There.”

Negris couldn’t see it, but through Ange’s eyes, that particular area of the dome’s strength was not as high as the others, but it was slowly growing stronger. Shamara was right, the damaged part of the Light Dome was healing. If they came a minute later, perhaps the breach would have been restored.

White Neck, in urgent panic, flew towards the place where Ange was pointing to. It quickly suspended itself at the breach location and began to flap its wings desperately.

The thin flesh of the giant dragon’s wings couldn’t hold in the Resting Wind for long. There were already stiff spots on its wing membranes, and they split open with a hiss as White Neck moved.

However, at this moment, White Neck couldn’t feel the pain. It only saw its wing membranes torn, its eyes widened in fright, and it roared like a child seeing its skin scratched open.

Ange leaped towards the breaching point, which actually couldn’t be called a breach. It was simply weaker than the other areas due to the damage, it should be called a weak area of the barrier.

Ange hit it hard, yet he couldn’t break the barrier. With a leap, flames surged from his head, and the Hand of Locke smashed down with all its strength.

Boom! The barrier let out a massive sound but remained motionless.

Hearing this noise, Negris realised the trouble, compared to individual bodies, the barrier was too strong, it was simply impossible for humans to break it, just like a dozens feet thick steel city wall.

Only a planar force like the Resting Wind could possibly break it.

“Stop it, take White Neck back as soon as possible, then find a place to shelter from the wind.” Negris shouted loudly.

But looking around, the Light Dome encapsulated the entire Divine Country. The Divine Country was like a city in the dome, if they didn’t break the dome, where could they shelter from the wind?

Ange ignored Negris’s words. The Hand of Locke was raised, joined with another phantom hand of Locke, and transformed!

Shaped into Steadfast Locke, Ange pounded his fist in the weak area of the barrier. However, this was only the beginning. In the next seven seconds, Ange managed to throw sixty-seven punches, forcing a large hole in the barrier.

The already overwhelmed White Neck plunged straight into the hole, and a large amount of Resting Wind also poured in.

White Neck free-fell, its body stiffened and couldn’t move it’s wings. If it hit the ground, it would probably suffer severe fractures all over its body, if not death.

Negris had prepared to resurrect it, hoping that its brain wouldn’t get damaged.

Shamara, who had been standing on its back, spread her wings and pressed her hands on White Neck. The rapidly falling Silver Dragon suddenly became as light as a feather, descending slowly.

In the end, they landed at a huge square the Square of the Gods.

The square was eerily quiet, with no sound, only the howling of the wind pouring in non-stop from the hole in the sky, whistle whistle whistle, like ghosts mourning.

Ange immediately rushed to White Neck’s side, casting the bright Holy Light on it.

It was just wind-rigid fellow, the injuries were not hard to treat, it’s just that White Neck was too large, it would take some time.

Right when Ange was applying Holy Light on White Neck, a white ghost mysteriously appeared from somewhere, it hovered and floated to Ange’s side, stretching out two little hands towards the Holy Light, as if were warming itself by the fire.

A ghost? White? Warming itself by the fire? A series of question marks appear in Ange and Negris’s souls. Ange deliberately moved his hands away, the white ghost hastily floated after him, its small hands always hovering on the edge of the Holy Light.

PS: I have a foot full of fever blisters. Something inside it has inflamed and it needs to swell up before it can be treated. Unfortunately, it happens to be on my foot, I can’t sit or stand comfortably, and it would take several days for the medication to take effect.