Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

In fact, this idea has already existed in the Palace of Rest, but the scope of the Palace of Rest is too small, you can see the end at a glance, and it is impossible to verify whether it will work or not. Now it is time to try it out.

For this kind of attempt, Angle only needs to put his mind into the flame of the undead, and then focus on one area, and suck it hard.

Not far from the Temple of the Undead, on a piece of gray-black land, the gray and black slowly faded away, revealing the gray-brown color of the soil itself, and the breath of death was greatly weakened.

A gray hand bone pierced through the soil, scraping the soil on the surface, and a gray bone skeleton turned over and sat up blankly.

Its soul is full of confused emotions, holding up the soil on its body, watching them leak from its fingers...

The skeleton's brain obviously couldn't figure out why this happened, so it had to get up, wander around, wandered to a piece of gray and black land, and dug a hole to bury itself again.

But not long after, it turned over and sat up again, looking at the gray-brown soil on its body, very dazed.

The dead Anxi Plain became bustling. From time to time, skeleton zombies got up, stared blankly for a while, and then moved their place cursing.

Ange's thoughts continued to extend, constantly sucking up the land with strong death breath. These energies flowed into the temple of the undead, into the flame of the undead, and finally into his undead godhead.

Sure enough, the Temple of Immortality is an amplifier, which can amplify and expand Ange's power, thereby improving the efficiency of all aspects, not only the efficiency of absorbing the breath of death, but also the scope of divine skills, such as the halo of quick death.

However, this kind of improvement requires a strong soul to support it. The strength required may not even be able to bear the mourning lord like Lockefetti, and only the immortal godhead can drive it.

If the temple is used to expand the range of the halo of quick death, then Ange's consumption will be huge. Even if he puts all his divine power into it, he can't last for a few minutes.

However, what if the acceleration efficiency of the halo of quick death is reduced? Like shortening the growing season from six months to three months? Reduce the scope of action to tens of kilometers in diameter?

Ange tried and adjusted patiently, so the creatures within the range of effect felt that they were very hungry. They were full at noon, but they were hungry again within three hours.

But fortunately, this attempt did not last long, and after comparing the specific data, An Ge stopped.

At the same time, night fell.

In the world within the dead line, the night is always more lively than the day. The wind at night is quiet and peaceful, and the breath of death is strong. Some undead creatures will take advantage of this time to crawl out and drink some southwest wind to strengthen their souls.

An Ge's mind has never left the flame of the undead, and he naturally sensed that the breath of death is getting stronger, so he doesn't want to leave.

He stretched out his thoughts and curiously touched the peaceful breath in the night wind, just like him who just arrived in the Anxi plane, hid in the pit and stretched out his hand to touch the Anxi wind.

The breath of death behind the dead line is actually stronger than that of the Abyss of Rest, because the sunlight here is not as 'violent' as on the main plane. This fierceness refers to the annihilation of the breath of death.

When he first came to this world, Ange discovered that the sunshine here is far less annoying than that of the main plane, and the low-level ashes and skeletons dare to hang under the wooden sign at the entrance of the town at noon, and change to the main plane. If you dare to do this, your soul will be dried by the sun.

Less annihilation during the day, more accumulation at night, day and night, creating a more intense breath of death in this world.

The feeling is not very obvious during the day, and at night, the wind blowing is cold and whizzing.

Ange tried to guide these 'cold swish' breaths into the holy fire of the undead, into the undead god Geli, and into his own soul.

After an unknown period of time, Ange suddenly sensed a strange phenomenon. If the breath of death in a certain area flows faster, it will become more intense.

How to describe this phenomenon? It's like there is an ink anchor in a pool. When the water in the pool is still, it will slowly spread around. If someone stirs the water in the pool and washes the ink anchor, the direction of the water flow will be particularly dark.

An Ge glanced at the direction, and it happened to be in the direction of the Eye of Death's Breath. Could it be that the 'ink stone' is the Eye of Death's Breath?

Ange tried to guide the wind to blow the 'ink anchor'. Sure enough, the wind that blows over that area will contain a lot of death breath.

It's so funny, Ange didn't grow his soul anymore, and directly guided the 'wind' to blow that area.

Because that area is beyond the range of the Temple of the Undead, Ange can't directly guide the wind at that position, he can only guide the wind within the range of action, throw it over, blow out a little, then throw it over, and blow out a little more , and so on.

As long as the wind is thrown faster, the more dead breath will be blown out, and the more concentrated the control, the more intense the blowing will be.

For Ange, who has a strong control, this is like sprinkling water. He is going to try to see if he can stir up a tornado and suck up the death breath in that position in one breath.

But before he could complete this feat, he felt someone pushing him, and he cursed loudly while pushing: "Dead skeleton, wake up, dead skeleton, wake up, Sangbada, if you don't wake up again, I will spit you out!" salivating."

Ange slowly came back to his senses, and once he did, he felt something was wrong. Why was the wind so strong all around?

Everyone gathered around him, because only within a few tens of meters of him as the center was calm. Outside this range, there was a gray wind blowing, fierce wind, howling wind, and resting wind.

Wind of Rest? Ange tilted his head suspiciously.

Seeing his innocent appearance, Negris became furious, pointed outside and asked, "Did you do it? Did you do it? What did you do? Why is there a rest here? Zhifeng? What the hell did you do!"

Don't even think about it, it must be what the dead skeleton did, otherwise how could it be possible to blow the wind of rest? The wind of rest has never blown on this plane, and I have never heard of it.

Ange spread his hands blankly.

As he regained consciousness, the uncontrollable wind quickly weakened, and soon disappeared into nothingness.

However, although the wind has stopped, the outside world is in chaos. No one here has seen the Wind of Rest, let alone the experience of dealing with it. At this moment, they are all blown to this side, and their faces are pale.

Anthony quickly checked a few, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the wind of rest is not very strong, and the duration is also very short. There is no wind stiffness, but it is 'frozen'. It will be fine after a few days."

Immediately, he clapped his hands again, recruited those skeleton knights, and ordered in a low voice: "Although there was a mistake, it's not a bad thing. Let's unify the caliber: the god of immortality descends, and death always accompanies our lord. Everyone has been swept away by the divine power. This is the grace of my lord, to feel the power of the gods quickly can strengthen the soul."

Those bone knights now regard Anthony as a god, and obey his instructions, which is better than Kent's orders. If it weren't for the soul connection, these bone knights would have rebelled long ago.

Anyone with eyes can see the gap between Anthony and Kent. One is the commander who controls the audience, and the other is a veteran rookie who will be at a loss when encountering accidents. They are not at the same level at all.

Even this kind of sudden accident can be used to turn things in a way that is beneficial to you. My God, if the Temple of the Undead is in charge of such a person from the beginning, these skeleton knights still need to blackmail me for that little money. Blackmail the bitter businessman?

The Skeleton Knight rushed to all directions, extolling the power of the Immortal God. Anthony then turned to Ange and asked cautiously, "My lord, did you summon this wind of rest? Or did you create it?"

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