Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 154: Chapter 126: Removing the Dragon Scale_1

Translator: 549690339

Gazing at Naeli’s spacious back muscles, the orderly lines that rose and fell, the sense of force and stability that came with each flick of her wings, Ange suddenly said, “I want to ride a giant dragon too.”

Stunned by Ange’s sudden proclamation, Negris responded instinctively, “No way, this is mine — ah, you mean riding like you are now?”

Ange nodded.

“Well, if it’s this kind of riding, didn’t I often carry you around while flying?” Negris said.

“Rocky.” Ange added after his statement, glancing at Negris, “Small.”

Negris was furious. Ange never complained about the ride before, but now that there were bigger beasts, Negris seemed insignificant.

“Then go ride Lightning, Naeli is mine.”

“Too bumpy, it’ll fall apart.” Ange seriously responded.

Negris was speechless. Who cared if Lightning was bumpy or not? Even if it was, Ange never really fell apart. The important thing was that Naeli was Negris’s pet.

Forget about it, Negris thought, rather than wasting more energy arguing with Ange and potentially starting a real fight over it.

Changing the topic, Negris said, “Do you know why Naeli is the first one to call you?”

Ange nodded and gestured at the dense specks in the distance, “To fight them.”

“Right, we giant dragons find such mosquitoes very troublesome. Using dragon breath on them is too wasteful, and it can’t be used many times. Later, I’ll need your help to shoot them down,” Negris explained.

“Okay,” Ange agreed.

At this moment, Naeli had ascended higher than the winged knights and began a headlong dive. With a flex of her slender form like a hurdler, those lying on her back, the Angel skeleton and Little Zombie, were jerked and started wailing in fright.

Ange reacted swiftly, grabbing them and shoving the Little Zombie into the Temple of Rest first, then changing hand to stuff the Angel skeleton in as well.

However, Negris spotted a problem, “They were jerked up, why are you still standing so steadily?”

Ange tilted his head and said, “Air.”

Negris, of course, understood about the air. It maintained its own stability by using the wind from the moment it climbed onto Naeli’s back, its wings were never folded in.

The compressed airflow formed by Naeli splitting the air blew over its wings, firmly pressing it onto Naeli’s back.

Negris was just puzzled as to why Ange could do it, and so proficiently at that. The farming skeleton couldn’t be measured with common logic; it must have trained Ice Pollination Magic.

The moment the giant dragon plunged from the high sky, all the winged knights scattered like bees from an exploded hive. They initially dived to accelerate, spotting who the giant dragon was chasing. If it wasn’t them, they would immediately increase altitude, frantically pedaling both feet inside the cylinder.

Only with a higher altitude, diving downwards can they achieve a higher speed. At the high speed during aerial combat, without speed, they would find it difficult to hit the opponent even if the giant dragon flew past them.

Because the moment of passing each other could be mere fractions of a second. Without the reaction time of a Sword Saint, there’s not enough time to draw the bowstring.

As for the one being chased, all they could do was continue to dive and pray to the Light.

How could the simple pedal-style wings escape the onslaught of a giant dragon? Within no time it was caught up. Naeli didn’t even bother to open her mouth, she merely flew close enough to the wing, the turbulence she stirred was enough to cause the wing to lose control, spinning towards the ground.

As it spun, the entire wing tore apart in the mid-air; there was no opportunity left for self-rescue.

While the giant dragon was chasing down their companion, the rest of the winged knights who had escaped immediately dived down to tail the giant dragon. This was their best opportunity. As long as they kept up with the giant dragon, even if they could not catch up right away, the opportunity would come at the last moment.

Only when they saw the giant dragon leveling off or ascending and its speed dropping would be their best chance to strike.

But they still underestimated the aerial superiority of a giant dragon. After downing the first winged one, Naeli performed a barrel roll in the mid-air, leveled off after a revolution, continued to accelerate for a while and then ascended.

Ange on her back started shooting, pop-pop-pop-pop… pop-pop-pop…, the exploding fireballs burst open not even fifty meters away.

Naeli measured nearly fifty meters from head to tail. The shooting range of the exploding fireballs in the open air was even shorter than the length of Naeli’s body.

Ange tilted his head, looking at his own hands in confusion.

“Know the reason?” Negris asked with a grin.

“Wind’s strong,” Ange answered.

“So what should we do?” Negris then asked. This kind of leading questioning indicated that Negris’s spirit of mentoring was burning once again.

There was no other way. This was a rare opportunity. Earlier, Ange was only interested in farming; Negris wasn’t familiar with that field and couldn’t teach much, even if he wanted to.

Ange nodded thoughtfully.

“??” That wasn’t the expected response. How did a skeleton, who had never flown, know how to fight in the air?

Negris felt a bit frustrated, crossed its little claws. It wanted to see how intelligent Ange really was. If he still didn’t understand, Negris decided it would teach him a lesson.

Ange turned around, watching the relentless winged knights behind them, then raised his hand. The compressed airflow flowing over Naeli’s body suddenly condensed into chunks of ice crystals the size of a finger.

Ange could create ice crystals long ago, mainly because he was so angry. At that time, when Turus set his Luminous Moss field on fire, a furious Ange accidentally condensed water drops into ice, making Turus scuttle away with head tucked in fright.