Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

It just needs slight adjustments – by adding a few air inlets and heat-generating magic arrays within the long wind channel and body of the Bone Dragon. By warming up the air it breathes in, it boosts its floating ability, allowing the Bone Dragon to drift without the need to flap its wings.

If hovering in mid-air is needed, they just need to heat the air; if speed is needed, they expel the air, and the Bone Dragon restores its aerodynamic form.

As a result, the Bone Dragon has become an atmospheric floating platform, ready to stay on guard in the sky at any time.

However, the Bone Dragon’s field of vision is relatively narrow, significantly inferior to that of the Giant Dragon. That’s why White Neck is usually sent out along with it, acting as its eyes.

But even with White Neck’s sharp eyes scanning the ground, it still couldn’t detect any significant movement.

Ange shook his head, showing that White Neck had not found anything. But then he pointed towards the sea, claiming, “There, something is there.”

Anthony’s face registered surprise: “Laying an ambush at sea? How crafty!”

Crafty, but effective. Even Anthony hadn’t thought of looking in the sea.

Navigational technology in this world is still underdeveloped, and there aren’t any valuable items offshore. Other than scarce islands and some pirates, people usually ignore the sea, making it a blind spot in their thinking.

After Anthony was reminded, he gazed into the distant sea and could faintly see some sail-shaped shadows.

…

Clanging noise! Carrack felt the adversary’s strength was escalating, causing numbness in his palms. Surely this wasn’t the power of a high-level Sword Saint…could it be a Truth Sword Saint? But why did his face seem unknown?

Ignoring the countable Truth Sword Saints, Carrack was familiar with a fair number of high-level Sword Saints – he had at least seen portraits of them. So why hadn’t he come across this man before?

“Who are you?” Carrack found an instant to shout.

“Luther Lofen!” Luther responded excitedly.

Finally, someone had asked his name. He was waiting for a chance to announce his name. Tears welled up in his eyes. Before, he would finish a fight before getting a chance to reveal it or even draw his sword.

“Lofen family? Never heard of it,” Carrack stated, puzzled.

“You’ve heard of it now, die! Shatter, crushing strike!” Luther’s energy was overflowing as he struck with four successive sword attacks.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Suddenly his hands felt light; the sword in his hand shattered at the same moment as Carrack’s Sword of Judgement.

“Aaaargh… My Dragon Pattern Steel Core Mithril Inlay Magic Rune Covered Earth Forged Gemstone Enhanced Piercing Enchantment Two-handed Sword!” He had rarely had an opportunity to draw his sword before, and now that he finally did, it couldn’t withstand one fight and it shattered. This piece of junk! ṘäɴΟ𐌱ΕŞ

The weaponless opponents punched each other and retreated, holding their distance.

Catching his breath, Carrack laughed: “The sword had a long name, but it’s quite useless, isn’t it?”

“Bah, yours shattered too. What’s so great about that?!” Luther yelled back. With his energy surging, he clenched his fists before his body, creating a sword out of pure energy.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that the Judgement is the standard weapon of our Judgement Hall? Everyone gets one, I’ve got plenty more,” said Carrack, drawing another Sword of Judgement from his storage space while he spoke.

Luther’s face darkened. Carrack was no weakling, and if Luther had no weapon and had to rely only on his energy sword, lacking a physicalic entity to channel his energy, he would be at a significant disadvantage.

Just then, Luther noticed something bouncing next to him. Turning to look, he saw it was Little Angel, jumping while holding its Great Angel’s Staff as if it wanted to lend the weapon to him.

Luther felt warmth in his heart and said with a smile, “Thanks, but it’s not necessary. Watch me knock him out with bare hands.”

The Great Angel’s staff wasn’t suited for hacking and slashing like a sword, especially since it was just broken, it’s not really suited for bludgeoning. But he appreciated Little Angel’s kind intentions.

“Roar!” Little Angel put away the staff and took out a hammer instead.

This could be used. It was perfect for smashing, but sadly, Luther couldn’t lift it.

“Roar!” Little Angel stowed away the Earth Hammer and pulled out a sword instead.

“Huh?!”

“Huh?!”

This sword’s appearance caused a multitude of gasps, even Negris, who was projected onto Ange, couldn’t help but exclaim.

But at this moment, everyone’s gaze was attracted by this sword, and no one paid attention to its voice.

“Light… Judgement and Exile’s Sword?! Judgment God’s weapon? How…how could it be here?” Karlok was almost popping his eyes out.

Negris suddenly remembered something and couldn’t help but yell inside Ange’s mind: “Kvada, Little Angel was the first one to rush into the Temple of Goddess of Redemption, certainly was it who hid it there.”

“Judgment Angel’s Exile Sword?” Luther took it, gripping it tightly and reluctantly said, “The name doesn’t sound good, oh well, I’ll settle for it now and change it later, thank you, Little Angel.”

“Roar!” Little Angel cried out.

Luther seemed to understand reluctantly: “You want me to let him beat you up?”

Little Angel nodded.

Luther shook his head like a rattle drum, “No way, no way, I haven’t had enough fun yet, next time, next time.” He said and didn’t care how Little Angel reacted. He dashed forward with his sword.

Little Angel walked back dejectedly, just as it reached Ange’s side, its neck was suddenly lifted up.

“Roar?” Ange asked.

“Roar!” Little Angel answered confidently.

Ange, holding it upside down by the foot, gave it a few shakes and seventeen spatial storage bags fell out.

Negris originally found it unbearable to see Little Angel turned upside down, but after seeing the space bags that fell out, it instantly felt that this was right.

“Kvada, how much stuff have you stashed away? Are you a hoarder?” Negris reprimanded.

At this moment, Karlok, who was engaged in the battle, suddenly shouted: “God bless! Light of Arbitration!”

With his outcry, light suddenly radiated from his body, and an overwhelming aura spread out as if some force had been projected onto him.

“It’s not good, it’s the God’s blessing of the God of Arbitration.” Anthony’s face changed, he immediately took a step forward.

Karlok had already begun to summon the God of Arbitration, and what followed would not simply be an ordinary fight, but a battle between the clergy.

But just before Anthony’s foot had landed, Karlok screamed. Luther’s Judgement and Exile Sword penetrated the Holy Light unobstructedly, stabbing right into Karlok sturdily.

“Why… why …” clutching the sword, Karlok incredulously asked with wide eyes, why didn’t his protective Holy Light work at all? He’d clearly used the God’s Blessing, hadn’t he?

Actually, Luther was also stunned, this clearly was an ultimate move, why was this even worse than before? He didn’t feel any resistance from the Light of Arbitration.

“Erm, could it be… this sword is the Arbitration’s weapon, so the Arbitration’s power would ignore it?” Anthony said puzzledly.

“No way, if that’s the case, then you really died unjustly.” While speaking Luther twisted his wrist and created a bloody hole where he had stabbed in.

A familiar aura emerged from Karlok, and then it froze, seeming confused. Meanwhile, Karlok, whose chest had been gouged out, lost all his strength, and fell backward.

Without the support of a physical body, naturally, the projected force could not be maintained and dissipated quickly. When it vanished, everyone could feel a strong sense of confusion from that aura.

“It seems to be the same aura as last time, it’s the God of Arbitration, right? He’s already made his second failed appearance….” Negris said helplessly.

Whoo—The loud sound of a horn echoed from the distant sea, several large sailboats appeared on the sea, rushing towards the shore at a high speed. They entered the shallows without slowing down, seeming prepared to beach themselves.

On these sailboats, all hung the pirate flag of a skull, however, the largest two boats had distinctive flags. Below the skull, the bones were replaced with a sickle and a sheaf of rice.

In addition to the pirate flag, there was also a flag with a chubby black bird.

Seeing this flag, Anthony and Luther exchanged a glance, thinking in their hearts: it can’t be such a coincidence, right?

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