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Then, a miraculous transformation began to unfold in front of everyone.

The shriveled flesh quickly filled out, like a balloon being inflated. The rotten areas visibly healed, the pale skin became flushed, dehydrated skin gradually revived.

In a few breaths, a shriveled and rotten mummy turned into a fair-skinned, vibrant, tall and slender… bald little girl.

Her hair didn’t grow back. Ange reached out to the witch, first applying the Holy Essence Liquid on her head. The little sapling on his head started joyously waving its true leaves. “Grow – strongly. Grow – strongly.”

The hair on the witch’s bald head began to grow rapidly. Noticing the remarkable effect, many people among the caravan and the sand citizens couldn’t help but touch their own thinning hairlines.

The female elven witch experienced a moment of major ups and downs in life. First, she was so embarrassed she wished she was dead. Then, in the blink of an eye, everything she once lost came back. The ugly woman who dared not look at herself in the mirror had turned back into the beautiful, youthful girl she once was.

The next moment, she realised something, both hands covering herself shyly. Despite her clothes being evaporated, there was a world of difference in her state of mind from the previous moment.

Lisa swiftly cast a spell, a Holy Radiance Chain wrapped around the witch, binding her in place but also covering her sensitive areas.

She ran over, hoisted the witch by a handhold and hurried towards a tent in the distance.

Only then did Erik come to his senses, licking the saliva dribbling from the corner of his mouth. He rubbed his chest, his life having drastically fluctuated in a short span of time. The rotten mummy was shocking enough, but the fair-skinned girl afterward was even more so. Erik was constantly reminded that the two were in fact the same person.

He wasn’t able to calm down for quite a while, until a tall woman in a tight white mini-skirt emerged from distant tents.

“You’re too tall, my clothes aren’t a good fit for you, so I only had the Little Angel’s for you to wear. But she’s too short. Doesn’t your caravan have fabric? Get a tailor to cut a piece later,” Lisa said.

When she said “too tall” she was being considerate for the witch’s feelings. The main problem was her flat chest couldn’t fill it out.

The witch was uncomfortable with an embarrassed look on her face, continuously tugging at the skirt. Pull it down – revealing the top. Pull it up – revealing the bottom.

The Angel Skeleton ran over, tilting its head curiously looking at her, seemingly wondering why she was wearing its clothes.

There were dozens of the same style of white dress made for it. After all, once the Holy Light Flash was activated, a piece of clothing would definitely be ruined.

The witch also realized that she was wearing the same dress as the little girl before her. She gave an apologetic smile and said softly: “Thank you.”

She was a polite little girl. Lisa nodded with a grin and brought her forward to introduce to Ange: “Lord, this is Jerika from Dark City.”

After finishing, she turned to the witch and said, “Jerika, do you believe in the Undead? This is Lord Ange, the God of all Undead Spirits, the Undead God.”

Jerika crossed her arms over her chest, reverently knelt in front of Ange: “Pleased to meet you, Lord Ange.” A thick Soul Flame surged from her body, entered Ange’s soul, and formed a symbol.

The fifth symbol.

“Lord Ange, please save us!” Jerika pressed her forehead to the ground, pleading with all her might.

The road in the desert continued to the place three days away from Klun Town. Why didn’t they extend the road to Klun Town?

“Are you stupid? The desert is the best barrier. If you build the road to their doorstep, are you inviting them to attack you?” Negris’ little paw patted on Luther’s head, making thumping noises.

Luther retorted: “It’s only three days away now. If they want to attack, they still can.”

“That’s why the route goes around the water sources and oases. Small caravans are not a problem, but large troop movements that don’t follow the water sources will easily die of thirst on the way. there’s also a concealed river to cross. If someone really invades the oasis along the road, we’ll dig and collapse the covered river – the enemy won’t be able to cross.” Negris said.

Brooks at his side admired: “Our ancestors were wise indeed.”

Negris glanced at the Dragon Clan Chief who had been asleep for four days and five nights, and said irritably, “Flattering me won’t do you any good. Do you think I would forget your words? Didn’t you say that however much Ange does, you would do the same? While you were sleeping, he built thirty-four kilometers of road.”

“Well, doesn’t that mean the road’s finished?” Brooks shrugged his shoulders, acting like a rascal.

“You could do something else once the road is finished,” Negris said.

“Alright, alright. The teleportation array, I got it, ancestor. You’re also a member of the Dragon Clan, don’t always take away my meager belongings,” Brooks responded with annoyance.

“Who’s taking from you? Ange saved two of our juvenile dragons. You slack off and pinch pennies every step of the way. What’s more important, our young dragons or your petty cash?” Negris went off on him.

Staying around Lightning somehow had its benefits, at least the quarreling skills had greatly improved, as long as they didn’t get heart disease from anger.

Brooks acted cunningly, promising to build a road as long as the one Ange did. But who would know that he would sleep for four days and five nights, only waking up nonchalantly after the entire road was completed, not mentioning the road-building matter at all.

To be able to push a Truth Strength expert into such a state, one can imagine how abnormal Ange was.

The teleportation array at Hope Oasis was destroyed by sand thieves. There were no materials for repairs, so they could only rely on him(Brooks), who brought it on himself by acting slyly.

Everyone returned to Hope Oasis. The edge of the oasis had completely transformed. Starting from Ange’s sandstone houses, there were several sand dunes extending outward, filled with squares of grass.

The grass mat sand-fixing technique used on both sides of the road was first used here on the wasteland to fix the sand dunes, improve the sandy soil, and then plant date trees and Axe Potatoes.

If you start planting date trees from the date kernels, they only start producing fruit after three to five years and won’t be fully productive until six to seven years. Hence, Ange chose grafting. He specially chose date trees in their peak production period, cut their branches, dabbed some essence liquid on them, then soaked them in diluted essence liquid, and stimulated them with a halo.

The Instant Death Halo is not suitable for root stimulation on its own, because there are no roots to absorb nutrients and water, and they would die immediately when stimulated.

The Holy Essence Liquid is also not suitable for use as a root stimulator because it’s not originally intended for plants. Its effect is too strong for plants.

However, when these two things are combined, even branches of the World Tree can be stimulated. If you add a bit of Life Essence, you might even be able to stimulate a dead branch into life.

After a flurry of operations, Ange had a large number of date tree saplings in their peak production period. He planted them with the Axe Potatoes in the grass squares.

Looking at this growth, there’s sure to be a big breakthrough in food production next year.

Why not immediately stimulate them to maturity? Because it consumes too much Soul Energy.

Recently, Ange often felt that his Soul Energy was not keeping up with expenditure. Luckily, he had previously taken refuge in a forest near Mara Town for half a month and managed to accumulate a little bit of Soul Energy. Otherwise, it would have been used up by now.

Lan, Anna, and others who remained here came out to greet them. As soon as they laid eyes on them, they asked, “Where’s Lisa? Why didn’t Lisa come back?”

“Oh, they went to Dark City. Dark City has a new infection that affects the Undead. Any Undead that’s infected will continually rot and decay, Lisa and Feilin were curious, so they went to have a look,” Negris replied.

“Dark City? Where’s that?” Anna was surprised.

As a City Lord second in command, Anna had just settled down when she started to learn geography, culture, history and other knowledge from Sofia. She could recite all the major cities, but she had absolutely no impression of Dark City.

“It’s a city established by the Undead in this world as a mutual protection pact. It’s said to be a city, but in reality, it’s just a group of underground caverns located in the desert. If it weren’t in the desert, it would have been wiped out by the Church of Light ages ago.”

Just as he finished speaking, someone shouted a warning. Looking from afar, it was Lisa, Feilin, Jerika and others. They were each riding a horse, with one horse, tightly wrapped but occasionally emitting a deathly aura, following behind.

From afar, Lisa had begun to cry for help: “Lord, help! We’re being chased by Paladins.”

Pulling the vision back a bit, sure enough, a group of Paladins was chasing them relentlessly several hundred meters behind Lisa and the others. As soon as they saw the oasis in the distance, probably fearing that they would escape, one of the Paladins in the group suddenly leapt off his mount and opened a pair of wings.

This is not a Paladin, this is clearly a Holy Spirit Angel. This situation, it looks very much like a Holy Light Flash, doesn’t it?