Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1263

Chapter 1263: Chapter 826 Too Heavy to Get Up Chapter 1263: Chapter 826 Too Heavy to Get Up When the Bronze Book came crashing down, Negris's entire heart quivered. Attacks hitting its body did not make it panic as much as the Bronze Book did, because the book was its true form.

But a ray of light suddenly shot into the pages, solidifying into a large face made up of countless smaller faces.

Two Heroic Spirits sneakily poked their heads out from the edge of the pages. Seeing the face, they immediately perked up, and Red Star burst forth with a beam of red light–the Red Star Flash.

Negris manifested its true form, blocking the Red Star Flash and conveniently trampling someone underfoot.

“Damn it, I don't even know what that thing is, and it almost brought disaster upon me. Get out there and get to work,” Negris said angrily, kicking both Heroic Spirits out with a foot each.

A path of red light appeared, and the Heroic Spirits showed themselves, scurrying about chaotically.

Inside the Bronze Book, Negris was the ruler, and with one glance, it recognized what the large face was.

“It's chaotic consciousness, just like a Wraith, a chaotic and disordered mass of consciousness,” Negris said.

“These clusters of chaotic consciousness are not uncommon. The tricky part is that they can be used to attack others. It's a very weird kind of consciousness attack. If you're hit, you can easily go insane, just like those patients with multiple personality disorder,” Anthony said, frowning.

Since it was an attack on consciousness, even a soul projection like Negris was not immune.

Unfortunately, it encountered Ange, who had endless tricks up his sleeve, rendering any chaotic consciousness useless.

Everyone discussed the chaotic consciousness thoroughly, all the while neglecting the main character.

“Hey, are you guys sick? Your enemy is me!” a bunch of people shouted in unison, their mouths all moving in sync.

“Oh, oh, sorry, sorry, I forgot about you. So, how about it? Want to surrender?” Anthony turned around, looking apologetic as he asked.

“You really are sick. I just failed one attack, do you think I've lost? Damn it! Witness the terror of flesh!” the leader, a fat butcher, roared angrily.

With his roar, his skin began to crack and split, revealing the writhing muscles, pulsating veins, and milky white bones beneath. These tissues hardened at an incredible speed, not spilling anything out but continuing to grow in bulk.

The other creatures, expressionless, threw themselves at the fat butcher, fusing into its body as if providing material for it.

In this manner, the fat butcher grew rapidly into a terrifying Flesh Giant, swinging its enormous arms at everyone.

Anthony finally lost his patience: “Will you ever be done? Always with these antics, can't you just show your true form? Do I need to crush you before you give up?”

A multi-colored specter burst forth, wielding the Pope Wand, ready to smash the Flesh Giant's head, when a massive money bag was tossed at them. It landed with a clang, flattening the Flesh Giant into a pancake, leaving only a head exposed–the weight of money.

However, the remaining head paid no attention to the money bag pressing down on it, but rather stared in panic at Anthony's multi-colored specter, saying in disbelief, “Consciousness State? You… you actually possess a Consciousness State? How is that possible? So, you've been pretending all along, trying to lure me out?”

“What else did you think? Did you think we were just playing with you? Here you are, an Ancient God of consciousness, yet you resort to such outdated methods. Have you decided not to show your true form, is that it? If we 'struggle' a bit and then defeat this Giant, you think you can just hide away and let us believe we've won? Then quietly slip away?” Anthony said, annoyed.

“You… I… you… I…” This was indeed its plan; how did this human know?

“You're wondering how I could possibly know, aren't you?” Anthony seemed to have seen right through its heart.

The Flesh Giant's head tried to nod, probably wanting to give a nod, but its body was flattened, leaving only a head that couldn't actually nod. However, the intention was clearly expressed.

“Your psychological profile is nothing but a confusing mess, wary and cautious. You think you're mighty and fear leaving traces behind, yet you can't stand the thought of others not being aware of your prowess. Your mental picture is–shallow. I saw through you at a glance, though I didn't expect you to be so cautious. There must be something you're terribly afraid of,” Anthony explained.

“Impossible, I've projected my will into so many beings, and each one is carefully crafted by me. How could you possibly deduce so much?” The Flesh Giant was stunned.

“Pff, it's actually easier to see through this way, okay? Each entity is an observation point. You insisted on creating so many observation points, which makes me suspect you either just came into consciousness not long ago or have been isolated from the world for too long with minimal contact with other beings–resulting in such superficiality.”

The Flesh Giant was speechless with shock, obviously hit the nail on the head again.

In fact, from the moment they were captured by Anthony, a series of psychological profiles had been established; at first as individuals because they didn't match personal backgrounds, which is why they were caught.

It was only when they collectively turned around and spoke with one voice that these profiles suddenly merged onto one consciousness, allowing Anthony to draw two conclusions: either a split personality or intentional mystification.

Judging from some very childish actions of certain individuals, Anthony was 80% sure it was a case of intentional mystification. That's why he said 'it's easier to see through.'
When the same consciousness shapes too many individuals, and it isn't an actual split personality disorder, contradictions and conflicts inevitably arise among the crafted entities. With a plethora of samples, it's easy to analyze.

That's why Anthony quickly engaged everyone in soul contact to act, hoping to find the entity's true form. What he hadn't expected was that, after such a long act, the entity would still try to get by with such a primitive method as flesh fusion.

Using a chaotic consciousness shockwave first, and then downgrading to hand-to-hand combat was just too deceitful.

“Alright, no more games. If you really won't come out, we have other means. We could just dismantle the whole plane if necessary. See that little starfire?” Anthony pointed up at the night sky.

Out of nowhere, a small light had appeared in the pitch-black sky, twinkling slowly and gradually becoming brighter.

The Flesh Giant's face turned ashen, he shouted anxiously, “Do you not care for this plane anymore? Do you not care about the billions of lives here? Have you lost your minds?”

Anthony spoke thoughtfully, “Looks like you do know what that starfire signifies. You're not entirely cut off from the Chaos Plane, after all. You do have some knowledge about it. However, transferring billions of beings is not a big deal for us, not at all.”

Not long after, a flat, Giant Stingray-shaped Ancient God glided across the sky. Its vast body covered the area, immediately altering the entire plane's gravitational direction. The whole plane shook thunderously.

The creatures on the ground only had to push off forcefully to leap into the air, flying straight up to the belly of the Ancient God. There was already a mess of makeshift stalls built on its underside–apparently, the silver coin had summoned the marketplace there.

With just a single wipe over the plane, it could erase all the life from its surface, indifferent to the plane barriers.

Realizing Anthony was serious, the Flesh Giant finally gave in, crying out in terror, “Stop all this, I'll come out. Stop it all, I'm coming out right away!”

The silver coin waved its hand toward the sky, and the Giant Stingray slowly came to a halt.

The eyes of the Flesh Giant closed, and the forest's ground began to tremble violently, as if a great earthquake had hit.

But aside from the trembling, there were no other changes. After a good while, the Flesh Giant opened its eyes again and said in frustration, “I can't get up, I'm too heavy. You all come here instead.”

PS: Still on the train, 3,800 kilometers done, 1,700 to go.

Chapter end

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