Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1277

Chapter 1277: Chapter 840: So Many 'Crops'? Chapter 1277: Chapter 840: So Many 'Crops'? Ange tiptoed forward, using Dark Elements to sense the outside world, a passive method of perception that, though penetrating in nature, is exceedingly practical in fog-shrouded environments.

If he stood still, it would be fine, but any movement would immediately radiate energy waves, which were quite conspicuous against the pattern of the waves, giving the impression of something akin to dynamic vision.

Just now, Ange had noticed, amidst the fog, a certain contemptuous snort, faint, yet so rhythmic that Ange detected it instantly.

After moving a certain distance, Ange suddenly merged into the fog.

Originally, his movement displaced the fog, like moving through water, pushing the currents aside but now he had melted into it, the fog passing through his bones, as if he had liquefied.

The Abyssal Big Mouth that had been watching him noticed this change and whispered in surprise, “How did he become ethereal?”

Anthony and Negris paid it no heed, whispering amongst themselves, “Chaos Mist can pass through the Black Crystal Body. It is by utilizing such a trait that he stirs not Chaos Mist.”

“Unbelievable, even such a trait is being utilized. How is this Dead Skull so clever? Who taught him anyway? Especially the tricks of Dark Elements; no one taught him, right?” Negris complained.

“Uh, Lord Negris, have you forgotten his Soul Contact with the Dark Origin? Who else could surpass the comprehension of Dark Elements like the Dark Origin does?”

“Due to the Holy Shroud, the New Dark Source might not retain the memories of the Dark Origin, so the New Dark Source who fought with Your Majesty might have a lesser understanding of Dark Elements than he does,” said Anthony.

The Holy Shroud had a trait whereby if it wrapped a Witch and burned them, even if they resurrected using a Life Box, they would lose all memory, effectively being as good as dead in a sense.

It was just like that with Locke of Ice City; to this day, no one knew who she was in her past life, impossible to trace since Anthony had burnt all the heretic registers.

There were too many registers. When Anthony found one, he thought it contained the names of heretics, not realizing it was just an index to the actual heretic registers stored in the next room.

Rooms filled with parchment scrolls that were too tiresome to read, so they were summarily burned.

Whether Locke's past life was listed there, Anthony had no clue, nor could he remember every name from the volumes.

When the Dark Origin was ignited, enveloped in the Holy Shroud, theoretically, the resurrected New Dark Source outside might possess none of the Dark Origin's memories.

The Abyssal Big Mouth's head squeezed between Anthony and Negris, “No wonder this New Dark Source is so volatile, nothing like the Dark Origin – it's amnesia.”

Negris's small claw pushed the Abyssal Big Mouth back, not caring about its eavesdropping; the whispers were not secrets. True secrets would be communicated through Soul Contact.

“Is the Dark Origin's temper not volatile?” Anthony asked in a low voice.

The Abyssal Big Mouth shook its head, “Not volatile, as serene as darkness itself.”

Anthony and Negris exchanged glances: “Doesn't seem like it, it was quite agitated that day.”

The Abyssal Big Mouth expressed helplessly, “That was its most unfortunate moment. Being killed would make anyone violent.”

“That's true. When Locke dragged me back to Resting Camp, I cursed it the entire way,” Negris agreed empathetically.

Anthony was puzzled, “Really? I was at the transit station in the world when you were brought back and didn't hear you curse at Locke. You were all downcast, as if life had lost all meaning.”

Negris's face turned red with embarrassment, “I cursed in my heart. After a couple of out-loud curses, Locke nearly knocked my jaw off.”

Anthony said awkwardly, “Sorry, I shouldn't have brought up your embarrassing moments.”

“No worries, I'll spread your embarrassing stories too, like the one about Holy Light and wiping your ass.”

“Ah? I'll strangle you.”

The Abyssal Big Mouth, watching the two poke fun at each other, felt perplexed, somewhat awkward, yet envious, a complex mix of emotions.

Boom! Just then, in the direction Ange had stealthily navigated to, a violent shockwave erupted as two massive forces collided, exploding amid the fog.

The impact flung the Chaos Mist everywhere, revealing vast stretches of the Void. In its midst stood Ange, freshly transformed into his Primordial Body, clashing a punch with an energy humanoid.

A single punch, solid and true, its shockwave parting all the fog like a hurricane, not only exposing the positions of Anthony and Negris, but also startling the Undead Ruler and the New Dark Source within the domain, as they turned to look.

Both parties retreated a bit. The energy humanoid opened its mouth to speak but discovered the Primordial Body clothed in a scarecrow's attire, arms raised high, mouth agape in a silent scream–a scarecrow's shriek!

The energy humanoid felt a profound fear welling up from deep within its soul, so palpable that it was tempted to turn and flee on impulse.

A mark emerged on the humanoid's forehead, instantly dismissing the fear. It opened its mouth to mock, “Witchcraft is–”
Just as it was about to scorn 'Witchcraft is useless,' the energic humanoid suddenly realized that its surroundings were filled with shadowy figures that mirrored its outline, neatly arranged like crops in a field.

Crops? Since when were there so many 'crops'? Confusion swirled within the energy humanoid.

The Undead God, scythe in hand, burst forth from Ange, sweeping across with a scythe in a sweeping motion–Death Harvest.

The scythe touched each shadow first, growing a bit larger with each one it crossed, and by the time it reached the energy humanoid, it had turned into a massive crescent blade.

The energy humanoid suddenly solidified, transforming into a kind of energy entity, fizzling as the scythe cut into it, sparks flying, the overwhelming energy blaze almost entirely dissolved by the immense blade.

The energy humanoid looked a bit haggard, yet slightly relieved, saying, “Absolute Barrier, nothing, not even mental force, can penetrate it. Hahaha, you nearly ambushed me, you damn Law Breaker, you'll regret showing yourself to me!”

Before it had finished, it saw that Ange had already reabsorbed his Primordial Body, revealing his Black Crystal Body, and was pressing down on a black stone in his palm. As intense light burst forth from his hand, the entire space solidified.

Chapter end

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