Chapter 306 Defining the Harvest Goddess

The head of the menacing iron zombie was held down, and the whole body stopped in place, and then it found that its claws could not reach the enemy.

After grabbing it randomly a few times, they couldn't reach the enemy. Ange's arm was a little bit longer than it's.

The iron zombie immediately shifted its target, and scratched Ange's arm with its sharp claws, making a creaking sound immediately.

After grabbing a few times, the iron zombie suddenly felt that his hands couldn't grasp something, retracted his hand and looked, eh, where are the nails? How did it get smoothed?

I looked at An Ge's arm in a daze, and only saw a white and tender arm, but it obviously didn't feel like this when I grabbed it.

The iron zombie scratched again, slid his finger across, and immediately saw that the finger cut into the skin, and then scraped something hard.

Seeing that it was so dazed, Ange took off his hat with the other hand, revealing his own skeleton and the purple-gold hand bones.

The iron zombie was even more confused, subconsciously continued to grab Ange's arm with his hands, creaking, eh, the fingers were smoothed?

ho ho! The iron zombie let out a hoarse roar, shook hands into fists, and smashed Ange's hand hard.

Not moving at all, and did not move after being smashed a few times, the iron zombie glared at Ange with cloudy eyes, turned his head silently, and walked back into the passage.

After watching the performance of the iron zombie, Negris raised his chin and said, "Well, those who are wise are not zombies, but liches."

Ange pulled out the straw, and the group walked into the cemetery.

This is an empty underground space. There are some traces of man-made construction in the edge area. Rows of sarcophagi are placed on the leveled ground, each of which is sealed. Only one sarcophagus is open. The lich sat beside the sarcophagus with her knees folded.

Seeing An Ge's group walk in, the Lich gave them a gloomy look, got up and climbed into the sarcophagus, and silently closed the cover.

"Hehe, are you still angry? It should be my descendant. I'm going to smoke it." Lisa said.

Walking to the side of the sarcophagus, he pulled hard, and the heavy sarcophagus lid was pulled away with a clatter.

The Tin Lich pulled up the cover, which did not violate the harmony, but the delicate white and tender Lisa pulled it away, and the sense of violation became greater.

Lightning was shocked, and he couldn't help but leaned over to Negris and asked in a low voice: "The old witch is also a lich, what level is she?"

Negris thought for a while and said: "I didn't notice, but she has a soul heart, and it should be made of iron."

"No wonder." Lightning suddenly said, "Beating someone really hurts."

The lich in the sarcophagus was also stunned, staring blankly at the delicate Lisa who opened the lid with one hand, but didn't react for a while.

Lisa grabbed it by the ankles, pulled out the sarcophagus, and cursed: "What generation are you? Why are you so rude? Just don't say hello when you see someone, but you still move your feet? Who taught you?" What? I will teach you a lesson for your grandparents, saying, what generation are you from!"

Lisa pats it on the head when it curses, and pats it when it curses.

The Tin Lich was awakened by the slap, roaring and reaching out to grab it.

"Hey, dare to fight back?" Lisa grabbed the Tin Lich's hand, pulled it forward, pulled it to the ground, stepped on its back, sacrificed her soul energy, and slapped it to its ass.

Thick-skinned iron-skinned zombies won't hurt even if their ass is smashed, but don't forget that soul energy can cause soul damage to undead creatures. A slap in the face is equivalent to soul whipping, and the iron-skinned lich howled in agony stand up.

The Tin Lich screamed in agony, and stretched out its hand to catch Lisa, but Lisa's foot stepped on its back, like a giant stepped on its back, and it couldn't reach its back because of its stiff joints.

The screams made Lightning and Negris look at each other, and suddenly thought of something: "Filin is afraid of his wife, I understand why he is afraid of his wife."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa then no more!" The Tin Lich howled miserably. Suddenly, a raging soul flame rose from its body.

Lisa was also very angry, as if she wanted to beat her to death on the spot when she saw her juniors being disobedient and polite.

Uh, it seems to be dead... It is not certain if he has retained the memory of his life. If he did not retain the memory, then this is just an undead creature that has encroached on the corpse of his descendant.

Realizing this, Lisa's eyes changed abruptly, no longer cautious, but fierce instead.

The holy light shines from her body, and a phantom comes across the air, gently hugging her in his arms, layers of armor enveloping her, turning into a beautiful armor, in the hands of the armor, Holding a handful of ears of rice...

Everyone was dumbfounded, the Tin Lich was dumbfounded because he was so cool, did this person transform to hit himself?

Lisa was stunned. As a saint of light, she subconsciously summoned the Holy Spirit to possess her when she erupted.

Now subconsciously summon it, there is something possessed? Still armored on her body?

Negris was even more confused. He looked at the ear of rice in Lisa's hand and said, "Ear of Harvest? Goddess of Harvest? Did you summon Goddess of Harvest?"

"I... I don't know." Lisa hurriedly pushed hard, pushed the Tin Lich to the ground, grabbed its legs, and flung it high, then slapped it to the ground, and flung it high again. It hit the ground again.

After going back and forth like this several times, the Tin Lich was paralyzed on the ground, unable to get up again, and Lisa smashed its bones to pieces.

It only took five seconds to finish, Lisa hurried over and showed everyone the armor on her body: "Quick, quick, see what's going on? When I sacrificed the holy light, my brain convulsed and summoned Holy Spirit, I immediately felt that something was condensed into shape by me, and then summoned me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the armor on Lisa's body turned into spots of light and disappeared quickly.

"Hey, why did it disappear?" Lisa asked.

"You can't bear this power. You said you felt something being condensed by you? But you can't bear this power. What's going on? And why is the goddess of harvest summoned by you as an angel of the Holy Spirit? "Negris was also at a loss.

The god of knowledge also needs certain things to happen before it can be transformed into knowledge. If such things have never happened, then it is impossible for it to know what happened.

Everyone gathered together and discussed seriously, asking Lisa to repeatedly describe the various changes and feelings just now.

Negris had no idea at all, but after Ange heard it, he said, "Shamara, Gray Angel."

It was as if a bolt of lightning had penetrated Negris' soul, making it suddenly enlightened and jumped up excitedly:

"Shamara created the Gray Angel, so you probably created a Harvest Goddess? No, no, no, the Goddess of Harvest Goddess is still there, because you can steal her divine power. Could it be? What did you define? Is she the Harvest Goddess?"

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