Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1251

Chapter 1251: Chapter 814: As Easy as Flipping a Hand Chapter 1251: Chapter 814: As Easy as Flipping a Hand Negriss slapped his back muscles and exclaimed, “This is so brilliant, Kvada, how could a Dead Skull like you have such a genius idea?”

Anthony also sighed with admiration, “Yes, it's really too clever. I was still troubled by the Consciousness Lightning, and my Lord has already thought of a solution. It's truly befitting of my Lord.”

Such Consciousness Bodies are very tricky; they exist within the Consciousness Space, undying and indestructible. Even if their light is scattered to the winds, it doesn't affect their existence. Theoretically, they are impossible to be annihilated.

But their Consciousness Lightning is also extremely terrifying; a Domain Ancient God was struck dead instantly. Such an unkillable enemy is really headache-inducing.

However, once the right method is found, restraining the opponent becomes surprisingly simple. Manifestation, an ability that Ange has used many times, why didn't they think of using manifestation to restrain the Consciousness Elf?

Once its horn was lost, it couldn't release Consciousness Lightning anymore, so everyone no longer needed to hide behind Ange's back but instead surrounded it.

“But can't its form regenerate? Can't it just recover if it loses a horn?” Negriss asked.

Anthony quietly explained, “That may well be the purpose of my Lord using 'Manifestation'; not to remove its horn but to make it 'believe' that its horn has fallen.”

“Oh.” Negriss immediately had an epiphany.

This involved a cognitive issue; if it believes you can't harm it, then within this Consciousness Space, it is invincible, unless you destroy the Consciousness Space itself.

But if it believes itself to be damaged, no matter how you repair it, it will continue to believe it is damaged.

“This phenomenon also exists in some normal people. Some individuals with sound limbs believe their hand is broken; even though their hand is perfectly fine, they can't use it. In such cases, I just wipe that part of their memory and their hand is immediately restored,” Anthony explained through his own experiences.

“There's such a thing? Is this phenomenon common?” Negriss had heard of phantom limbs before but never of this 'phantom disability'.

Anthony looked around to ensure Little Angel and the others were not near, then leaned in and whispered, “It's rare, but another kind is quite common. For instance, some old fellows 'down there' haven't been used in so long that even after taking aphrodisiacs, nothing happens–psychogenic impotence. I erase that part of their memory, and they're cured.”

“Pff–What kind of Archbishop are you?” Negriss couldn't help but both cry and laugh.

Anthony shrugged, “It's quite profitable, you know.”

While they were whispering among themselves, Ange had picked up the manifested horn.

As Awuli saw Ange picking up its horn, it subconsciously lunged toward him.

With a punch, Ange sent it flying away.

Ange's fist was wrapped in a ring of multicolored light, allowing him to solidly hit Awuli. As Awuli was knocked back, it let out a series of miserable screams.

Negriss and Anthony came up close to inspect the horn, “This texture, this color, this pattern, it's so similar to Lightning's.”

“Has my Lord only seen Lightning's horn? Did my Lord manifest it using the material from Lightning's horn?” Anthony questioned.

Ange shook his head.

Negriss was surprised, “Didn't you say in the Dimensional Space that you couldn't manifest organic material? Doesn't this horn count as organic material?”

Ange nodded, “I can't, but it can.”

“Ah? You mean, this horn wasn't manifested by you but by it? You just provided a bit of power?” Negriss translated.

Ange nodded and then suddenly sprinted forward a distance, hitting Awuli, who was reshaping its form and charging back, sending it flying again.

“Why can you hit it? How did you create these colorful rings of light on your hand?” Negriss asked.

Ange cocked his head, looking somewhat perplexed, and said, “Just like this, it came out.”

While speaking, he flipped his palm as if to say 'it's as easy as flipping a hand'.

Negriss bit his lip, deciding to skip this question. For Kvada, the Dead Skull who had evolved with each level, many powers that others couldn't comprehend no matter how hard they tried seemed as easy for him as eating and drinking, which was a huge blow to the dragons.

With such a Conscious Cover Gauntlet, Ange could attack a Consciousness Body like Awuli. Compared to the terrifying Consciousness Lightning, Awuli's combat capability was essentially negative; it was just an endless cycle of charging in and getting hammered away.

After seven or eight cycles, Awuli gave up and trotted over, stopping a distance away and shouting loudly, “Give me back my horn.”

Ange glanced at it and then at Anthony before disregarding it and lowering his head to continue studying the horn in his hand.

With that glance, Anthony instantly understood Ange's intent, rubbed his hands together, and with a smile, stepped half a step forward, “This beautiful Elf, did you lose your horn?”

Awuli was stunned. What did he mean by that? He clearly saw its horn fall, so what was the point of asking such a question?

“Oh, what I mean is, what does your horn look like?” Anthony inquired.

Awuli raised its forelegs and pointed toward Ange's hand, “That is my horn, that is my horn.”

Anthony said with difficulty, “But this horn is white, hard, and can be held in the hand. Yet you are multicolored and intangible, not resembling this horn at all. How can you prove it's yours? Is your name engraved on it? Do you have any evidence?”

With Anthony's barrage of questions, Awuli's eyes grew wider and its mouth hung open, unable to close. It had never met such a shameless creature in its life; it had clearly seen its horn fall, yet it was being asked for evidence?

But as it listened, Awuli looked at the horn and then at its own hooves. It was evident that there were two different things, and it couldn't say it looked similar, so all it could do was snort with frustration as light began to shoot from its nostrils again.

At that moment, Ange suddenly looked up and said, “Your horn, it can still grow.”

Anthony and Negriss felt a sudden sinking feeling in their hearts. Their recent speculation was that Ange's manifestation worked because it achieved a 'belief'. This self-perception made it so; once its horn fell, it would not regenerate.

But it was a Consciousness Body, which could reform even if its body dispersed; it was impossible for it to be unable to regenerate a lost horn–it was all about its perception. Now Ange was reminding it, wouldn't that change its perception?

Sure enough, after pausing, Awuli's eyes gradually brightened, and where the horn had been, the contour of a new horn began to reappear.

However, as soon as the horn was fully restored, Ange leapt forward, pressing his finger against the tip of the horn. A white horn manifested and fell to the ground.

Chapter end

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