Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 1109 - 1109 673 A layer of fiber a layer of glue

?Chapter 1109: Chapter 673: A layer of fiber, a layer of glue Chapter 1109: Chapter 673: A layer of fiber, a layer of glue The Void Holy Armor Eggs were quickly distributed to the hands of the elves, who had only recently arrived on the Divine Wood Continent and were in the greatest need of protection. This allowed them to quickly integrate into the production workforce; otherwise, who knew how many weeks it would take for them to adapt to the environment of the Divine Wood Continent.

The Shadow Leopard Archer handed out the Holy Armor Eggs to everyone and then pulled out a piece of paper, reading aloud, “This is called a Void Holy Armor Egg. It’s a kind of armor with the ability to transform, allowing us to breathe, move, and survive in the void. To use it, press it against your chest, then focus your attention and imagine its shape. It will transform according to our imagination into the envisioned form—wow, it sounds so advanced.”

Jerika nodded, pressed the Holy Armor Egg to her body, and said, “Got it, self-adapting growth armor. The one Her Majesty has seems like that too; it can automatically adapt to the body shape and always fit tightly.”

“Oh, growth armor, so that’s what it means. Tell me earlier, will you? Void Holy Armor Egg? With that name, I thought I’d have to incubate it in my bed before I could wear it,” another Dark Elf teased, also pressing it to her body.

“Don’t talk nonsense. This is even more advanced than the one Her Majesty has. It can let us survive, move, and breathe in the void, and it can transform based on our imagination. Now it’s time to test our aesthetic taste. Let’s see whose envisioned armor is the most practical, good-looking, and beautiful,” the Shadow Leopard Archer declared.

Elven aesthetics were not to be underestimated—they were known for being delicate, luxurious, and dreamy, and what was more frightening was that almost every elf possessed this kind of imaginative power for beauty.

As she imagined, Jerika’s armor began to take shape on her body: form-fitting, flowing, and varicolored black, exuding the mysterious beauty of the Dark Elves.

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