Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1204

Chapter 1204: Chapter 768: Abyssal Big Mouth Sets Up Stall There Chapter 1204: Chapter 768: Abyssal Big Mouth Sets Up Stall There “Why is it that it curses you, but it's the one with the rotting corners of its mouth? Can a curse bounce back?” silver coin asked in astonishment.

“Of course it can bounce back, a curse is, in theory, a type of spirit magic that uses spiritual power to attack the enemy. If your spiritual power is weaker than the enemy's, it'll rebound back to you. Could it be because Ange's spiritual power is too strong, that the curse just bounced back? I didn't feel a thing,” Negriss exclaimed in surprise.

Anthony speculated, “Is it possible that because it is a descendant of the Serpent of Misfortune and you're a descendant of the Dragon God, you naturally counter it? Since we already know from Little Snake that the Serpent of Misfortune is not the natural enemy of Giant Dragons, it's more like the Dragon God is its true nemesis.”

“Then let me call over Little Snake to ask. Little Snake! Little Snake! Come here,” Negriss called out using the Soul Network.

“Who's calling me? Little Snake is here!” From one of the market stalls, a little snake stretched up high, looked over this way, and upon spotting Ange and the others, immediately slithered over.

“Why are you here too?” Negriss asked, surprised, seeing that the Serpent of Misfortune had obviously been setting up its stall here for a while.

The Serpent of Misfortune said, “I'm the weakest arguer in the Poisonous Beast Corps, I came to prevent Lord Lightning from getting beaten up.”

“Lightning! Kvada, did you team up to come here and pick fights? Where's Lightning? Damn it, call it over, let Little Angel give it another beating,” Negriss burst out in anger.

Silver coin had organized a marketplace, and what it needed most was order; this darn horse had actually teamed up to come here and start quarrels? Wasn't this just asking for trouble?

The Serpent of Misfortune stretched up to look high and said, “It ran away. Lord Lightning has run away. Should I catch it and bring it back?”

“Go, go catch it quickly, and gag it before you bring it back,” Negriss ordered furiously.

“Okay.” The Serpent of Misfortune zipped out in a flash, disappearing into another end of the marketplace and never coming back.

After looking into the distance for a while, silver coin said, “Lord Nage, it seems Little Snake ran away too.”

Negriss was so angry that smoke seemed to be coming out of his head, “Damn it, why is it that each of these guys is so slippery, who did they learn it from?”

In everyone's minds floated the image of Lightning's horse-face.

“Put it down in my little notebook first, don't let me catch it,” Negriss said viciously, then turned his head only to find that the King of Curse, Sisi, had at some point knelt on the ground.

“How strange, you clearly have the appearance of a snake, so why do we feel like you're kneeling?” Anthony asked, instantly aware that something was wrong.

“It seems to be a kind of subconscious mental suggestion, reflecting its true inner emotions at this moment. What happened? Did it get scared and kneel down?” Negriss speculated.

It was then that Sisi snapped back to reality, asking with a trembling voice, “You… you all… are you… is that the Serpent of Misfortune? My ancestor?”

“Can you not recognize its aura? Do you still need to ask us?” Negriss asked.

Sisi shrank its neck slightly and said, “It… it's because I recognized it, that's why… why… it's been five hundred thousand years, has the Big Mouth finally returned? What are your relations to the Big Mouth?”

Anthony said with a smile, “My Lord is the master of the Serpent of Misfortune.”

“A Bone Dragon?” Sisi asked.

“How did you come to guess it's a Bone Dragon?” Anthony asked, puzzled.

Sisi said, “Based on the memories passed down through the bloodline, aside from the Bone Dragon, the Big Mouth seemed not to be afraid of anyone else, so I guessed it's a Bone Dragon.”

Anthony and Negriss looked at each other, then turned to look at Ange. Could it be that because Ange had the Dragon God's inheritance, that's why the Serpent of Misfortune knelt so readily?

Normally calling itself Little Snake, definitely does not resemble the demeanor one would expect from an Ancient God. Instead, it's more like it faced its natural enemy for hundreds of thousands of years, fought valiantly but still got bested, and finally just gave up in despair.

“You guessed it right, but aren't you its descendant? Why does it seem like it doesn't recognize you?” Negriss asked, confused.

Sisi said with a bitter smile, “I hatched only after the Big Mouth left, of course it doesn't recognize me. All my knowledge of it comes through the inheritance of the bloodline.”

Negriss couldn't help but tease, “How can it be just like the Dragon God, such a problem? Never mind, now that you have a rotting corner of your mouth, are you still going to play cards with beans, or are you going to look for your ancestor?”

Sisi immediately said, “Trade for the beans, trade for the beans, it's just a chapped corner of the mouth, it doesn't affect card playing, come on, what do you need?”

He just put his ancestor out of his mind, not bothering to look for it.

In the end, as the price for being a laborer for a day, Sisi traded for five hundred beans… The mighty King of Curse was reduced to a day's labor for just five hundred beans.

After trading for the beans, Sisi hurried back, like those Stellaris Academy students rushing home to play games.

Negris and a few others were somewhat interested and beckoned Ange to follow, but at that moment, Ange, who had been deep in thought, suddenly said, “You ignited Faith Fire, which is stronger than a curse.”

His abrupt statement baffled everyone, but only Negris caught the gist of it, “You mean to say, I've ignited Faith Fire with this mouth of mine, and it's stronger than its curse ability?”

Ange nodded.

Negris mulled for a moment before hesitantly saying, “So, you're saying that without relying on bloodline or on you, but purely on my own power, I've rebounded its curse? Am I really that powerful? Ahaha.”

By the end, Negris couldn't help but lift his tail in pride.

Following Sisi to a stall in the marketplace, indeed they saw a familiar human, Sword Saint Luther, donning the Elf Holy Armor and having a blast playing with a few Ancient Gods.

Having soaked in the culture of the Goddess of Beauty City for so long, the number of leisure activities Luther mastered was countless; fooling these unsophisticated Ancient Gods was a piece of cake for him.

The Chaos Plane is a world where the strong prey upon the weak; even Ancient Gods hid themselves thoroughly, fearing discovery.

Devoid of social interaction, where could they find entertainment? Simple games like the Card of Light, Slaying Abyssal Big Mouth, Ancient God Chessboard, and Simulated Magic Formation could draw a crowd of Ancient Gods to spectate, completely forgetting status disparities, they'd cheer and jeer, arm in arm.

Negris was astonished, “Luther's social skills are too impressive, right? Making friends with Ancient Gods? I feel like he could fool a bunch just by himself.”

“Yes, Luther has always come across as honest, brave, loyal, and trustworthy, but it's mainly due to the protection of the Lord. Without Lord's protection, he'd have been hurt internally when that Ancient God put an arm across his shoulders just now,” Anthony said.

At that, Anthony paused and addressed Silver Coin, “So, shall we begin?”

“Of course, Lord Anthony, let's see who recruits more Ancient Gods,” Silver Coin replied.

Anthony smiled and said, “I won't do any recruiting. I have no money after all. Let me save these lost lambs instead.”

Whoosh, as soon as Anthony finished speaking, something suddenly blurred before everyone's eyes.

“Did… did something just 'whoosh' by?” Negris asked uncertainly.

“Yes, it seemed like it,” Anthony wasn't sure either.

At that moment, something blurred before their eyes again, and then a snail appeared before them.

“Super Speed Snail? I thought you'd gone into hibernation?”

“My main body is hibernating, yeah, making a clone doesn't take much effort. Here, take this,” the Iron Scale Cleaner stretched out its soft body and topped a mass of Faith Elemental Force in front of Ange, “This is the energy for me to have children, you keep it for now while I find more.”

Before Ange could react, whoosh, the Iron Scale Cleaner sped off again, leaving behind a pure mass of Faith Elemental Force.

“Could it be… Could this guy be seriously thinking of storing up a bunch of energy and really expecting you to help it 'Conceive with a Glance'?” Negris was stunned – was the snail too naive? Couldn't it see they were procrastinating? Did it actually believe their fib about running low on energy?

“What do we do now? If we collect enough energy, do we really help it?” Anthony was also somewhat troubled.

If they didn't help, the other party had just dropped off the energy, not even asking for a receipt, clearly trusting them.

If they did help, the thought of birthing hundreds of Iron Scale Cleaners that could grow as large as a plane was terrifying.

Whoosh–everyone's vision blurred once more, and the Iron Scale Cleaner zipped back, speaking to Ange, “I saw Abyssal Big Mouth, it's setting up a stall over there.”

Chapter end

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