Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 475

Chapter 475: Chapter 279 – It Never Said That_Word 1
 

Until the last moment, the Goddess of Redemption didn’t want to activate her escape boots. It would be easy for her to flee, but difficult to carry her collection with her. For someone who valued her collection as much as her life, it was the equivalent of cutting her own heart with a small knife.

In the years to come, whenever she saw similar items, she couldn’t help clutching her chest, her heart bleeding: “Oh, I… I used to have this.”

But compared to her life, these things seemed less important. Run, she decided, she could always collect again later.

As soon as the escape boots were activated, the Goddess of Redemption’s figure blurred, sinking into the ground.

Ange was prepared and lunged forward; the Boundary-crossing Hand was triggered.

The Goddess of Redemption flung her Equal Cross at Ange, as if throwing a hammer.

Ange paused; the Equal Cross wasn’t activated, what use was throwing it?

He caught the Equal Cross with both hands, which swiftly transformed into a ball of light, sending Ange flying back a distance.

Huh? Ange scrambled to hold this ball of light. While in the hands of the Goddess of Redemption the Equal Cross was a physical object, but why did it turn into a ball of energy in his hands? What was the principle?

However, he could grab the light and deftly held the energy ball.

The Goddess of Redemption, sinking underground, gave him a surprised look, then completely disappeared. Perhaps surprised at how Ange could grasp the light.

Ange just managed to stabilize the light and incorporate it into the Ring of Balance, by the time he looked up, the Goddess of Redemption had vanished.

The others were hesitant to attack the Goddess of Redemption. Weak attacks were useless, and strong ones might be absorbed by her. They could only stand by helplessly as she disappeared into the ground.

“What a pity, she got away.” Negris, patting his muscular waist, said regretfully.

Luna, however, disagreed: “There’s nothing to regret. I’ve told you before. Among the Gods of Light, the Goddess of Redemption is the hardest to deal with. No matter how you fight, you can’t kill her. She carries many divine artifacts and possesses a bunch of messy skills. Killing her is not easy at all. Look at Steadfast Locke, he has tried to kill her once, but she still managed to resurrect.”

With this reassurance, Negris felt relieved. Since Locke couldn’t kill her, it was reasonable that she escaped.

“At least, Ange has seized the Equal Cross. Ange, how is it? Can you use the Equal Cross?” Negris turned to Ange and asked.

Ange tilted his head and answered: “I can only use it once.”

While talking, the Ring of Balance appeared behind him. The central part now featured a cross-like scale. The arms of the scales and the main bar intersected with the ring, forming the true image of Libra.

“So that’s what Libra is. But it’s a pity that it can only be used once; it’s meaningless.” Negris said regretfully.

The greatest significance of the Equal Cross was not to perish together with the enemy, but its deterrent power. It’s more useful to let others know you have this power than to actually use it. A weapon is most frightening when it’s placed on the rack.

But how can it display its deterrence if it can only be used once? Once displayed, it is gone, equivalent to throwing away the only weapon on the rack.

“So, did we make this trip for nothing? No, we can’t return empty-handed or we will be blessed by the God of Misfortune. Hurry up and look for any spoils of war.” Negris urged.

Luna paused, “None, I think? I know the God of Misfortune, and he never said so.”

Negris acted as if he hadn’t heard, and the others were already charging excitedly into the temple. Who cared whether the God of Misfortune had said so or not? They had traveled a long way and couldn’t return empty-handed.

Little Angel was the first, sniffing around like a little puppy. Once it found a target, it punched the ground, breaking the floor tiles and revealing a crystal cabinet beneath.

Inside the cabinet was a pair of holy light-emitting gauntlets.

Smashing the crystal cabinet, Little Angel picked up the gauntlet, tucked it away and dashed off to the next tile.

The second fastest was Little Zombie, who ran straight toward the sword that was puffing out Soul Flames and yelling, ‘Give me blood… Give me souls…’.

The Empty Armor stepped forward, a punch aimed at Little Zombie.

Little Zombie protected its head and rammed into the armor with its shoulder, a black aura emanated from its shoulder during the collision.

The Empty Armor collapsed on the spot at the impact.

So forceful? The constantly shouting sword suddenly decreased in volume, changing to: I… I… I…

Little Zombie picked it up, let his Soul Energy flow in it and mixed in his will.

“As you wish, my lord…” The sword melted into a shield, with a ferocious and terrifying face protruding from the front.

Carrying this shield, Little Zombie ran around like a heavily armored knight.

All the colored tiles in the temple were turned upside down, revealing the Goddess of Redemption’s collection. So abundant and valuable that Negris almost popped out his eyes.

“Kvada, we’re rich, Kvada, we’re rich.” That was the only sentence Negris was muttering as he flew back and forth.

To the Goddess of Redemption, these treasures were too rudimentary, only worth collecting, but not very practical.

However, for the Purple Skeleton Titan, the Night Watchmen, Rogge and his subordinates, they were just right. The high-tier artifacts were not quite usable for them, like those divine artifacts; they were piled up, unclaimed by anyone.