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Ange had no idea how long he had been sleeping. The longest he’d ever slept had once spanned an entire winter. Although deep slumber was seen as the ideal way for a skeleton to grow stronger, he didn’t mind either way. He was just a farming skeleton, after all, with no particular aspirations to power.

However, winters were so cold that he couldn’t plant anything. With no other tasks to undertake, all that was left was to sleep. Wait, could this somehow be the secret to leveling up for the undead?

Regardless, Ange fell into a deep sleep, and a myriad of confused beliefs rushed into his spirit.

“May the Undead God bless our family with long lives and good health…” This was somewhat abnormal. If you’re wishing for longevity and health, why would you pray to the Undead God?

“May the Undead God bless me with eternal life, if I can live forever, I am willing to offer a gold coin every year.” Some people’s lives were really not that valuable.

“May the Undead God bless me with wealth…”

“Undead God, please help me to kill my Minotaur neighbor…”

“Undead God, bless me with successful beauty treatment, make me look thirty years younger.”

“Undead God, I’m thirty years old and still very short, is there any hope for me?”

“Undead God, please bless me as I burn these rice fields, starve these guys…”

“Undead God…”

Wait a minute, go back a bit, burn these fields? Who wanted to burn his fields?

Bang! Ange shot up from the ground, bolting out at a dazzling speed. The people busy outside stared in complete bafflement as a dark golden skeletal figure sprinted past them.

“Um, was that something just now?”

“It looked like a skeleton, dark yellow in color, wait, was that a Golden Skeleton?!”

“Where did a Golden Skeleton come from? Could it be Lord Ange?”

Negris flapped his small wings, desperately chasing after him,”Ange, Where are you going?! Lightning, Lightning! White Neck, White Neck!”

Whoosh, Lightning raced to the scene, moving laterally to meet Negris, who rolled onto its back.

“Perfect coordination,” Negris said with a hint of pride.

Lightning snorted, “You’re not even as fast as me, there’s nothing to be so proud of.”

Negris eyes narrowed with fierceness, staring at Lightning’s horn. He was determined to saw it off one day.

Lightning quickly caught up with Ange, and Negris yelled, “Where are you going? And why have you turned yellow?”

With a swift flip, Ange perched on Lightning’s back, and pointed forward, “Burning my fields, over there.”

Negris’s heart sank. Oh no, who the hell was trying to burn Ange’s fields? Did they have a death wish? This was a disaster, a big disaster.

No wonder Ange, who had been in a half-year slumber and wouldn’t wake no matter how much he was called, suddenly popped out. It turned out that someone was burning his fields. But…

“How do you know someone is burning your fields?” Negris asked.

“He prayed to me,” Ange replied.

“Pfft…” You’re going to burn the fields of the Undead God and pray to him at the same time? Was this like the God of Life hanging himself because he thought life was too long?

But then again, it wasn’t that surprising. Who could have guessed that these fields belonged to the Undead God? What was the Undead God doing planting fields?

As to why they would pray to the Undead God, it was probably a matter of following local customs. After all, the Undead God was the only deity worshipped in Fallen Dragon Lake and the whole desert.

Making trouble and praying to the local God was pretty normal.

Lightning galloped at full speed, and they could see a fire dragon rising from the rice field by Fallen Dragon Lake from afar.

Negris gasped in surprise, “Not good! It’s the Water Flame Spell. It converts water into a combustible fuel, which is then ignited so that water is no longer something that extinguishes fire, but it acts as a fuel. This is especially effective for arson in areas with water, even the sea could be set ablaze.”

Lightning snorted dismissively, “God of Knowledge, don’t lie. How can water become fuel for a fire?”

“Of course it can, if the equation 2H2O=2H2↑+ O2↑%￥#@￥…&##+@+…@# is performed,” Negris explained.

Lightning puckered his lips tightly, pretending he hadn’t heard, probably because he didn’t understand anyway.

They raced to the front of the rice field, Ange leaped up vigorously and slammed into the fire like a cannonball. He was unconcerned about the flames scorching his bones and immediately unleashed a gust spell into the sky. Negris had already explained that water was useless against this kind of flame, so he used wind instead.

One tornado after another was launched into the sky, immediately leaving a whirlwind in the fire, a cyclone without any flames. Using this cyclone as the base, Ange unceasingly released more at a velocity of six times per second, gradually stirring up a tornado.

A massive amount of air was discharged into the sky, naturally causing low pressure, which sucked the surrounding air, thereby capturing and immobilizing the flames. It wasn’t until the fire was completely consumed that it was finally extinguished, destroying only about two or three acres of the rice field in total.

Still, this was enough to enrage Ange. Bone Dragon and White Neck were called to circle the sky, the Titans blocked the banks with their giant clubs, Lightning, Little Angel, Little Zombie patrolled back and forth along the bank. Before long, two arsonists were cornered and forced to surface.

They surfaced wearing underwater thermal wear and carrying magical air tanks for underwater breathing in their mouths. They had a few bottle-like items hanging from their waists. They peered fearfully at Bone Dragon and Silver Dragon circling in the sky, gaping at the towering giants on the shore. They were completely flabbergasted.

Was it necessary to make such a fuss just for burning a few acres of land?

“May the Undead God protect me, what the hell is happening?” one of the arsonists mumbled.