Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1074

Chapter 1074: Chapter 639: Do you know what this means? Chapter 1074: Chapter 639: Do you know what this means? Negris had a liberating feeling, which he hadn’t noticed before without Anthony, but after spending time with Anthony, he realized what a true con artist was–someone who could even manipulate gods.

This also resulted in Negris becoming hesitant when faced with situations that required brainstorming solutions, always wondering what Anthony would do, and fearing his own actions might seem too naive and laughable to Anthony.

He lacked his former decisiveness.

But he didn’t care, as he was merely the God of Common Sense and not a con artist like Anthony; he left the schemes and tricks to him.

Now, the Death God’s Staff had arrived.

“This is the situation; take a look and see if there’s any way we can snatch the body of the Serpent of Misfortune.” Negris thoroughly explained the situation.

He even pulled Anthony in to project his thoughts onto Ange, sharing Ange’s vision, alternating between the two to thoroughly scout the external situation.

“Wow, such a weird thing, do you see it in red too, my lord? It indicates that its energy level surpasses yours, somewhat dangerous. We need to plan in the long term, first figuring out the opponent’s condition, understanding its mode of existence, abilities, skills, and so on.” True to form, Anthony quickly had a plan.

“How will we understand it?” Negris asked.

“Of course, we’ll ask someone, my lord. Can you call Drosa over?” Anthony asked.

Ange nodded, howled at Little Angel, who immediately flapped her wings and scurried into the tree hollow.

“This silly child, why run when she can fly?” Negris said, annoyed.

“The hollow is narrow; she’s afraid of scraping her wings,” Anthony said.

“If she’s afraid of scraping them, then why does she spread them in the first place?” Negris asked.

“Uh, why do you think she spreads them? Just for fun, of course,” Anthony responded.

“…” Negris was left speechless because Little Angel really would do such things–if handstands were fun, she’d definitely run out doing handstands.

It wasn’t long before Drosa was brought in, and as he passed through the tree hollow, his face was full of shock: “My God, I felt like I had traveled a vast distance and come to another world, such a strange feeling. Where is this place? Why does it give me such an illusion?”

Negris, confused, asked, “Why do you think it’s an illusion?”

“Because it’s definitely an illusion. Do you know how difficult it is to traverse a world? How distant two worlds are from each other? To cross through a tree hollow? You’re joking, right?” Drosa said.

But then he saw the ‘you’re inexperienced’ expression on the faces of Anthony, Durken, and others, and he hesitated: “You’re joking, right? It’s a joke, isn’t it?”

Once he was sure it was not his illusion, Drosa turned his head to look at the tree hollow, his expression completely changed: “What kind of tree hollow is this? Can it connect two worlds? The Tree of Ten Thousand Realms?”

“This one isn’t,” Negris said.

“This one isn’t? Which one is then? Don’t tell me you guys have grown the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms? You’re joking, right? It’s a joke, isn’t it?” Drosa’s tone became uncertain, frightened.

If it weren’t for this tree hole connecting two worlds, Drosa might never have thought of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, but with such a miraculous example, growing the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms didn’t seem impossible.

“No way, no way, the seed you gave us couldn’t possibly sprout so quickly,” Negris said.

Drosa sighed deeply. He had used the seed of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms for the exchange, convinced that others could not successfully grow it, since the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms was reputed to control ten thousand realms and unify the Chaos Plane when grown.

But before he could relax, Negris added another statement, “Our Tree of Ten Thousand Realms was grown from the original seed. We didn’t know what it was before, but once we compared it with the seed you brought, we knew they were the same.”

Drosa’s breath stopped abruptly: “Are you saying you’ve grown the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms?”

“It seems so. If the seed you gave us is real, then yes, they’re identical, unless the seed you gave us is fake. We grew a Dimensional Space with the original seed,” Negris said.

“Impossible, impossible, the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms is so difficult, you are just ordinary creatures, how could you possibly grow it? Impossible,” Drosa murmured, lost in thought.

But he had no choice but to believe, for Negris knew even about growing Dimensional Spaces–the fruits of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms were dimensional worlds, weren’t they?

Forget it, pretend I didn’t hear it. Drosa changed the subject, “What did you call me here for?”

Anthony asked, “Do you know a super creature that is all ‘hair strands’?”

At the mention of hair strands, Drosa’s expression changed: “Nightmare Saya? Made entirely of super long, hair-like strands like this?”

Drosa flipped his palm, and a phantom appeared. Inside a huge shell, countless thin ‘hair strands’ extended from the opening, continuously swaying.

Negris looked at it and nodded, “Those hair strands look similar, but there’s no shell.”

“Whether there’s a shell or not doesn’t matter, that can be changed. It’s just like a parasitic creature, the strands of hair are its real body; the shell was stolen and can be discarded anytime. Where did you see it? You guys are really lucky, it’s the most disgusting of the Ancient Gods, and you actually encountered it. Did many people die?” Drosa asked.

Drosa spoke with a tone of pity, for where Nightmare Saya passed, few if any survived, and those who did were left with nothing. If Ange and his group had encountered Nightmare Saya, their entire Plane probably would have been destroyed.

“No one has died yet, it hasn’t gotten close to our Plane, we discovered it beforehand. We’re now preparing to intercept it in the Void, which is why we called you here to ask about its abilities and weaknesses. Do you know any?” Anthony asked.

Drosa looked around at everyone, his gaze finally resting on Ange: “Do you understand what you’re saying? Nightmare Saya, it’s not like me, unable to leave the Chaos Plane and subjected to your bullying as just a projection. It’s a complete Ancient God, and you’re actually thinking of intercepting it? Are you sure you know what you’re talking about?”

Anthony smiled slightly: “If it’s so powerful, why would it leave the Chaos Plane?”

“Obviously because it was scared off by the Undead Ruler,” Drosa said.

Anthony continued to smile: “Then do you know why the Undead Ruler appeared in the Chaos Plane?”

Drosa blinked, perhaps thinking of something, and his expression suddenly changed: “Was the Undead Ruler driven away by you guys?”

Crrrack– Everyone was stunned by Drosa’s words, and after getting up, Anthony awkwardly said, “Where did your thoughts wander off to? We meant that after the Undead Ruler left, everything was inherited by us. This Nightmare Saya is facing the heir of the Undead Ruler.”