Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1252

Chapter 1252: Chapter 815: Smarter than It, the Sheep Chapter 1252: Chapter 815: Smarter than It, the Sheep Ange had caught the horn before it even hit the ground and shoved it into the space.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, including Awuli, who stared blankly first at Ange's empty left hand and then at his right hand, clutching the horn, muttering, “My horn…”

Ange shook the horn in his hand.

“But…” Awuli was confused, it meant the horn just now, not this one, but this was indeed a horn too.

Awuli felt an indescribable pain; it just wanted to tear these people to pieces as it angrily growled, “Give back my horn…”

As it roared, light extended to its head, quickly forming a new horn, but the moment the new horn took shape, Ange rushed forward again, touched it, and it couldn't even finish its sentence.

Swiftly shoved into the space, Ange nonchalantly looked left and right as if nothing had happened.

Negris and Anthony exchanged glances and whispered, “He must have learned it from Big Cat.”

Awuli was dumbfounded, all three of its horns were stolen by Ange, and the right approach would be to distance itself, wait for the horns to regenerate, then come back and zap these bastards with electricity. But because of its confusion, it regenerated the horn again.

As expected, Ange darted up again, precisely touching the tip of the horn. Even if Awuli instinctively shook its head, it couldn't escape the accuracy of a millenniold self-sustaining farmer.

The fourth horn dropped.

Finally, Awuli came to its senses and dashed toward the direction of the radiant giant tree.

Ange didn't stop it; he just took out all the horns to inspect them closely.

Negris hesitated and asked, “What you were doing just now, you weren't conducting a comparative experiment, were you? Can that even be compared?”

Ange nodded, moved the horns together, and pointed at a few places on them.

The four horns indeed had subtle differences; some had more vertical lines, others more slanted, some deeper grooves, some harder keratin, always those slight but non-erroneously differences.

Theoretically, such differences shouldn't exist. Imagine your fingers, each time with a different count, sometimes five, sometimes six, how could that be possible?

Negris asked, “What are you comparing this for?”

“Organics,” replied Ange.

“You're trying to find out how it can manifest organics?” Negris expressed surprise.

Is that possible? Can it be done like this? This Dead Skull's thought process is oddly peculiar.

Ange nodded, then continued to study the horns, even shaving off the roots to examine the cross-sections.

Before long, the Awuli, having regenerated its horn, returned, lowered its head, and aimed its sharp horn in Ange's direction, ready to strike.

Swish, except for Ange, everyone else ducked behind the Equal Cross.

Ange didn't retreat but advanced towards Awuli.

Awuli's eyes brightened, and immediately, a slash of Consciousness Lightning cut from its horn straight towards Ange.

Ange's palm opened up a multi-colored plane, like a shield covering him, and simultaneously, the entire world seemed to slow down — time lagged.

However, consciousness transcends time and space; even in the time lag, everyone's thought process was normal, such is the speed of consciousness operation.

Thus Consciousness Lightning was not slowed, striking the shield at the original speed. Time lag instead delayed Ange, lucky to have the shield.

Blocking the Consciousness Lightning, time also returned to normal. Ange took several steps and quickly reached Awuli, touching its horn.

“Ah! You're at it again!” Awuli roared in anger and turned to run away again.

Ange scooped up the horn and shoved it into space.

Negris asked with mingled laughter and helplessness, “Ange, you're not planning to keep plucking its horn non-stop, are you? It's not a sheep.”

Ange honestly replied, “Sheep are smarter than it.”

“Pffhahaha–” Even Anthony couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Everyone knew, Ange wasn't joking, just stating a fact; yet that made it even funnier.

Even sheep would be smart enough to run away after being plucked once, but this Awuli had allowed itself to be plucked five times already, and was about to allow a sixth, clearly not very smart.

Not only a sixth time but also a seventh, an eighth, up until the ninth, Awuli finally seemed to catch on and didn't run towards the giant tree anymore. It stood enraged, shouting, “You're too mean, why are you stealing my horns? I'll trample you all to death!”

While saying this, it tried to stomp over, but was immediately sent flying by Ange enveloped in a punch of light…

“Let's bet, how many times will it be this stubborn?” Negris said out of boredom.

Anthony couldn't be bothered to make such a trivial bet and analyzed instead, “After this Consciousness Body collapses, besides itself and the giant tree, all other creatures have vanished, what does that imply?”

Negris paused for a moment, “Other consciousness creatures were manifested by it?”

“Right. So, the Two-Headed Snake's cry about the Spirit of the Tree God, could it be referring to it, not the tree?” guessed Anthony.

Negris considered for a moment and nodded, “Possible, most likely, the Two-Headed Snake thought the tree was the Spirit of the Tree God, but in reality, the Spirit is this horse, and the tree is just a manifestation of this Consciousness Space.”

“That makes sense. The Two-Headed Snake also cried out that the Spirit of the Tree God can control the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, what does that mean?” asked Anthony.

“I don't know. But write it down; later, when we capture the Ancient God from the Void Will side, we'll ask more,” Negris said.

“Mm, ask then, it might also be possible the Two-Headed Snake remembered wrong. Legends, passed down and changed over time, like those about the all-knowing God of Knowledge, such tales are too fake,” Anthony said.

“Aren't you going to die if you don't tease me? Why didn't you learn something good; why did you learn Lightning?” Negris snapped.

“Who else but you should I tease? Little Angel? Dare I?” Anthony also seemed troubled.

Now, Ange's enemies were too high-level, he could only use his brain and his mouth; fighting was out of the question. Without a little tease, it would also be hard to pad the word count.

“Go tease Lightning, tease Old Immortal, tease– Hey, what's going on? How did Ange bring it back? What happened?” Negris was speaking when he suddenly noticed Ange had led Awuli back.

Awuli, which had been fuming just before, now appeared like a horse, meekly following behind Ange.

Anthony was also stunned, “I wasn't paying attention; it just kept getting beaten up by the boss, how did it suddenly become docile? What did the boss say to it?”

Unable to restrain himself, Negris stepped forward and asked from a distance, “Ange, what did you say to it? Has it… surrendered?”

Ange replied, “I said, 'Alright, manifest it.'”

Chapter end

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