Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 328 - 207: Your Favorite Elf Beans_1

Chapter 328: Chapter 207: Your Favorite Elf Beans_1

“Ah!” Julian shrieked in fear, leaping back and drawing his sword with a clink.

“Whoa!” Ange also jumped backward, summoning the Scythe of Death.

The Bone Horse suddenly brightened its eyes: “The Scythe of Death?! Is this a Golden Skeleton? Hold still, let me handle this!”

After the Bone Horse spoke, it stomped the ground vigorously. A flame of energy emerged from its body and quickly enveloped its skeleton in armorization. In a blink, the skeletal Bone Horse transformed into a tall and robust ‘muscular’ Soul Warhorse.

The Bone Horse’s Soul Armor had a fascinating feature – it would mold based on the shape of the being it protected. If it weren’t for the flaming eyeholes, one might have trouble telling that it was an undead horse.

Ange tilted his head, removed his hat and the Little Sapling, followed by a surge of Soul Flame on his body. This quickly led to the formation of a Soul Armor in the shape of a straw hat and a cloak.

“Pfft.” The Bone Horse burst into laughter: “Are you farming? With that outfit?”

Ange nodded honestly, “I farm, while you are ridden.”

He stated a fact quite seriously. He was a farmer and the Bone Horse was typically ridden. However, being around humans had altered the Bone Horse’s interpretation of these words. From a human perspective, being ridden wasn’t a compliment, which angered the Bone Horse.

“Damn you! Take this! Savage charge!” The Bone Horse roared, launching a Soul Impact while simultaneously growing sharp horns from its head and spikes on its forelegs’ knees before charging fiercely.

The Bone Horse tilted its head forward, aiming for Ange’s skull, while simultaneously bending its forelegs with the intent to thrust the sharp spikes of its knees. If it hit, it would certainly leave three large holes in the bones of the victim.

The combination of Soul Impact and savage charge was indeed a brilliant technique, especially when the opponent is a Golden Skeleton.

Human skeletons could never match up to horse skeletons due to the massive disparity in size. To control a larger horse skeleton, one naturally required a stronger spirit.

During a Soul Impact, a stronger soul held an advantage.

The Bone Horse had already formed a Soul Heart, and its bones were gradually transitioning towards the Gold Level. Given time, it would become a Golden Skeleton Horse.

Against a Golden Skeleton, the Bone Horse had an innate advantage. No Golden Skeleton had ever withstood its charge.

The Soul Impact first stunned the opponent, then it would crash into them, trample them, and finally devour them.

All these thoughts were pleasant, but what if its opponent didn’t get stunned?

Its powerful burst speed made the Bone Horse almost create an afterimage, charging out fiercely.

Ange gently moved to the side and raised his scythe, letting Bone Horse crash onto the blade of the scythe. Once the Bone Horse passed, it collapsed, its bones scattered all around the ground.

Julian was stunned. It took him a while to react. Did the spirit of his mount get reaped away by the opponent? Or was this some new technique? First break into pieces then suddenly counterattacks?

In any case, Julian was confused. Initially, he had asked it to not move excitedly, but after just one round, it was disassembled. Was it some sort of prank?

Ange retracted the scythe. His other hand stroked along the blade, wiping off a burst of Soul Flame.

A Golden Level Bone Horse certainly possessed a powerful soul, but even the strongest souls can’t resist the Scythe of Death from the Undead God.

“Don’t touch my horse!” Julian finally reacted with a loud roar.

Ange suddenly felt a force acting upon him and turned his head, looking puzzled at the ground.

This was the third time he had tilted his head, not an attempt at being cute, but in confusion, wondering why Negris didn’t say anything. Although Negris didn’t keep up, it could project its spirit onto him and answer his doubts at any time.

However, it wasn’t present. Without Negris guiding him, he failed to understand these new phenomena. For instance, the huge monster, and Julian’s mysterious power.

From the ground emerged numerous hands formed by the Breath of Death, gripping Ange’s calves firmly. The ground seemed to melt, dragging Ange down.

What was this? Wasn’t their opponent a Paladin? Why was he riding a Bone Horse and using the power of death?

Unfortunately, no one could answer him; he had to shake himself free first.

He constantly performed Ground Cracking Technique under his feet, swiftly disintegrating the power on the ground. The hands made up of Breath of Death couldn’t maintain their form and shattered instantly.

Julian’s eyes widened: “Ground Cracking Technique? Breaking through my Breath of Death swamp? Is that even possible?”

Of course, it was possible, but very strenuous, like building a bridge instead of walking around a lake.

“Wait a minute, why can a Golden Skeleton use magic?” Julian reacted quickly. No sooner had he spoken than he sensed blind spots. He hunkered down, strode forward with his arms raised to form a shield from his arm armor.

On the physical shield, a layer of shield formed by condensed Holy Light emerged.

Julian placed his double-handed sword on the shield, stepped forward, and shadows of two souls shot out from his footfall toward Ange from both the left and right.

Amazing, the power of death and Holy Light coexisted in him without conflict?

Julian reacted quickly, but he underestimated something. The moment he stepped forward to charge, a row of exploding fireballs swept over him. The fireballs instantly exploded the two souls before hitting his shield.

Julian immediately felt like he was facing an eighteenth-level hurricane at sea. The exploding fireballs producing a strong impact force shook him to the verge of losing his footing.