Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 272: Chapter 181 Please Help Us Cut Down_3

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“I mentioned the Undead Beauty God before, right? They liked the name, so they used it, calling it the Goddess of Beauty City. They’ve started building it, barely managing to construct the central district.”

The Goddess of Beauty City, with the Temple of Goddess of Beauty at its core, is divided into four sections. Based on the beauty industry, it’s a city mainly focused on hospitality and catering, with the beauty business leading the growth of its tertiary sector.

Then, Ange saw a collection of mud houses, a large plaque inscribed with ‘Temple of Goddess of Beauty,’ and on the side of the plaque, there was a dragon pattern etching that read ‘Eternal Soul’.

The Dragon Clan has no written language, the dragon patterns are their way of communication. ‘Eternal Soul’ in dragon patterns stands for ‘Undead,’ translating to ‘Undead | Temple of Goddess of Beauty’.

Although it’s called a temple, all Ange could see was a cluster of low-rise buildings.

Ange didn’t mind, while Negris, visibly flustered, tried to explain: “We have no choice; building materials are scarce in the desert. The only abundant resource is stone. Once the quarry in the canyon has been built, we can bring in some stones and build a tall tower here as a spectacle. It will then look magnificent.”

“Oh,” Ange responded nonchalantly. After all, it wasn’t his property; as long as it wasn’t built on his farmland, he didn’t care.

After briefing him on the latest situation, Negris asked, “And you? How do you feel? Have you leveled up? To a Golden Skeleton?”

Unlike those dazzling Golden Skeletons, Ange’s bones were a dull gold, less like gold and more like brass. But the world had never known a Brass Skeleton.

Ange tilted his head, inspecting himself from head to toe, also feeling somewhat puzzled. He had clearly leveled up. He could feel that his bones were much harder than before. However, he couldn’t gauge how much he had progressed.

Not wanting to dwell, Ange reached into the Temple of Rest and pulled out an arm bone, its dark luster revealing it to be part of Steadfast Locke’s purple-golden skeleton.

He attached it to his right hand and moved it around. It was flexible and easy to control. Great, his entire right hand was now purple-gold.

He pulled out another section and fitted it onto his Boundary-crossing Hand. It was a bit tight, but still movable. Great, both hands were now purple-gold.

When he cast magic, he found it to be smoother, with a twofold increase in his firing speed. Before, he was like a solitary turret; now he was like two Magic Crystal Cannons linked together, essentially a Double Crystal Cannon.

His magic level also improved, and he could now use Level 2 Magic.

“My god, your magic level has finally been upgraded, and you can now cast Level 2 Magic. With a little buffer, you’ll have Level 4 magic power, which is amazing. I’ve almost thrown up because of your Level 1 Magic,” Negris excitedly shouted.

Ange could originally only cast Level 1 Magic. However, by buffering it through Steadfast Bone, he could cast magic below Level 2. But what magic can Level 2 cast? It was always the same old stuff, which made Negris sick of it.

Now it was better. Although it was only Level 2, with a little buffering, it could reach Level 4 magic power. As it stepped into the ‘intermediate’ stage, it was the most creative stage for a mage, with all sorts of unusual magic popping up endlessly. For example, a hybrid water-wind magic called ‘Bubble Dragon Cleaner,’ specifically used for laundry.

He then watched Ange summon the Titans, stuffing them into the Temple of Rest.

Negris suddenly had a foreboding feeling. “What are you trying to do?”

Ange replied matter-of-factly: “Duke Leite, set his fields on fire, behead him.”

You want to behead a Duke for burning a few acres of land?

“We can’t kill, we can’t kill. The dimensional situation has been pretty tense recently. Anthony advised us to avoid killing people indiscriminately, especially a Duke. It’ll definitely make it to the Dimensional Security Council. Even though we have at least three old acquaintances there, if the opposition gets four votes, we’ll be considered the greatest threat to the dimension. No one can protect us then,” Negris exclaimed.

Ange tilted his head.

“Although we can’t kill, we can ask others to do it for us. Do you remember Holy Maiden Shamara?”