Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1076

Chapter 1076: Chapter 641 I Want to Exhaust It Chapter 1076: Chapter 641 I Want to Exhaust It Looking through a small crack, one could see in the distance the deep pit from before; at this moment, as many as twenty ‘strands of hair’ had extended over.

At the tip of each hair strand, there was a face. Right now, those faces were loudly arguing beside their kind whose head had been chopped off, “Something sneaked in, able to chop off its head with a single stroke, yet no image was captured; it might be the enemy was too fast, and it didn’t even catch a glimpse of what the enemy looked like.”

“What could it be? Something so fast that it could chop off its head with a single stroke? Could it be the Serpent of Misfortune?” spoke another hair strand.

“It’s possible. The Serpent of Misfortune has been lurking in this Void for a long time and has raised so many vassal races; it wouldn’t just run away. Everyone, be careful not to stray alone,” another, thicker ‘strand of hair’ said loudly.

“Yes!” The rest of the smaller hair strands immediately responded, showing that these hair strands also had a strict hierarchy. The thicker strands obviously held higher ranks.

At this moment, Anthony’s consciousness was also projected onto Ange, squeezed together with Negris, and he couldn’t help asking, “Why do they have to talk? Is there no other way of communicating?”

The Undead could communicate directly with their souls, even able to send what they saw directly through their souls, complete with pictures and text, much more efficient than communicating with their mouths.

These Shay, whose ‘feet’ grew together, still used such a primitive way of communication, which was truly strange.

“I don’t know,” said Negris, who was encountering this type of creature for the first time, and all its information came from Drosa.

Just then, the leading Shay said something, and the rest of the Shay immediately darted out, each picking up an intelligent life form, keeping their faces at the same height, face to face.

Whether human or Goblin, they had all been immersed in Illusion Territory, with silly smiles of happiness on their faces, not knowing what kind of wonderful Illusion Territory they were experiencing.

However, when the Shay held them up, the intelligent beings gradually awakened from the Illusion Territory, their eyes becoming lucid, and then they gradually made out what was in front of them.

Perhaps in the Illusion Territory, they had been kissing their beloved or doing something else, and then suddenly their beloved disappeared, replaced by a horrific face. Everyone emitted the most piercing scream of their lives.

The intense fear turned into streams of black vapor, which were directly absorbed by the Shay, until the last trace of fear was consumed. Then the Shay opened its big, gaping mouth and bit into the intelligent being.

Negris watched with a pounding heart; so this was how the Shay fed–scaring people witless first, then absorbing these intense thoughts, and finally gnawing the flesh clean until only a skeletal framework remained. Negris now knew where those fresh skeletons came from.

After gnawing the intelligent beings surrounding them clean and eating up the body of their beheaded kin, they even licked and devoured the scraps on the ground. Finally, the Shay scattered in small groups.

“They eat so cleanly, even the scraps on the ground are not spared. Combined with what Macor said, could these Shay also be lacking food?” Anthony suddenly spoke.

“Impossible, how could they lack food yet keep so many Goblins and humans?” said Negris.

“Perhaps what they lack more is ‘fear,’ just like you Giant Dragons like to eat juicy lambs; that’s why you feed grass to the sheep first and only convert thirty pounds of grass into one pound of mutton. Why don’t you just eat thirty pounds of grass?” Anthony made an analogy.

“We can’t digest it; the fibers of grass are too rough and too long, and our Giant Dragon intestines are too short to digest it,” Negris explained.

“So, food might not replenish their strength; their strength comes from fear, but it can supplement something else,” Anthony said.

In this way, Ange carefully made his way through the pile of bones, moving stealthily, and soon found the ‘other thing.’
Underneath the Shay’s ‘feet,’ in the spot that was missing a large chunk, Ange saw clusters of hair from which grew numerous fleshy eggs.

The surface of the egg was not a hard shell but a soft flesh membrane that kept swelling until the moment of maturity, and then it burst open, dropping an intelligent being from inside.

“My God, are these goblin humans cultivated like this? Why? Eat one batch and breed another? Isn’t that wasteful? Left with a pile of bones, why do they do this?” Negris said, puzzled.

“Could it be because after feeding on fear, these people are used up?” Anthony speculated.

That’s possible. A person’s spirit has its limits. Excessive fear leading to a mental breakdown renders a person useless, unable to produce any conviction, only capable of generating chaotic thoughts.

Inside the Temple of Rest, Drosa confirmed this speculation, as the Shays cultivated intelligent beings and fed them fixed memories.

Take Macor, for instance. If he had been eaten just now, it wouldn’t be long before a newly cultivated goblin would be imbued with Macor’s memories, still called Macor, still an airship pilot, still possessing some fond memories of the Divine Country, and then sent back to work.

After living for a period, he could generate the power of conviction. According to the rules of leave, about eleven months later, it would be time to summon them back for the harvest.

“Such a cruel method, creating a large number of mentally mature intelligent beings by instilling memories, quickly harvested. This way, they can produce the most ‘fear’ with the least amount of material. We mustn’t let these monsters reach the Master Plane; otherwise, it would turn all living beings of the entire Plane into material,” Anthony said with a grave tone.

Drosa casually stepped aside, no longer speaking. After all, that was an Ancient God. How could you stop it? If it were him, encountering Nightmare Saya, the only thing to do would be to run.

Everyone turned their gaze to Ange. The Little Angel patted its chest vigorously: “Roar!”

Ange shook his head and said, “I will, exhaust it to death.”

Exhaust it to death? How to do that?

Negris and Anthony immediately turned their attention to Ange, only to see that deep within the piles of bones underground, Ange gently stomped his foot. At the same time, he reached forward with his hand, wiping out rows of wraiths.

As soon as these wraiths appeared, they drilled into the gaps between the bones in all directions, gathering the thick breath of death surrounding them, quickly growing stronger.

For someone as powerful as Ange, releasing these wraiths was not difficult, thirty or so per second, with even the resulting ripples being quite faint.

The consumption of soul energy was directly replenished by the dense breath of death all around.

Seeing his posture, Negris couldn’t help asking, “You don’t mean to use the breath of death and skeletons here to literally exhaust those Shays to death, do you?”

Ange nodded: “Half-dead works too.”

Boom, boom, boom… The entire ground began to tremble. With such a commotion, even the dull Shays should have noticed by now, and a mass of tendrils drifted in this direction.

This Plane was too vast. Although it didn’t compare to the Master Plane, it was certainly much larger than the Resting Abyss and was spherical in shape, with a surface area many times larger than the Resting Abyss.

Since their main attention was focused on the Serpent of Misfortune, the Shays couldn’t monitor the entire Plane. By the time their tendrils reached here, what they saw was skeleton after skeleton rising from the ground, moving across the land like a carpet.

“No… no… Undead Overlord!” Witnessing this scene, the Shays, whose hidden fear memories suddenly surged forth, creatures that grew by feeding on others’ fear, now let out terrified screams themselves.