Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1157

Chapter 1157: Chapter 721: Didn’t You Say You Were Willing to Do Anything for Me? Chapter 1157: Chapter 721: Didn’t You Say You Were Willing to Do Anything for Me? “Ever seen the Goddess of Starfire’s kitten? Doesn’t it look a lot like this big cat, hehe.”

“The Goddess of Starfire’s Starfire Meteor is very powerful, capable of destroying a Plane with one strike, have you seen it? It’s too bad, it was about to succeed, but it was blocked by our master, and we even captured the Starfire, now held in the Dimensional Space, always thinking about trading stuff with the big cat, hehe.”

“The Light of Creation is also quite funny, when our master beat up the Darkwing, he could only cheer from the side, but his ability to create is indeed strong, he can even create darkness. Oh, right, what’s your ability? Fighting? Hmm, I’ll introduce two strong fighters to you later, Darkwing wanted to escape, but they teamed up and beat him back.”

“Oh? Bloodline Corruption too? That power is almost like a Demon’s, those demons were created by your corruption, right? Then you’d better be more careful, our master really hates demons, especially the Lava Demon. I’ll introduce a Goblin to you later, he doesn’t have any other abilities, but he’s wealthy, if you want to make money, just talk to him.”

“By the way, where does Darkwing’s Dark Gate lead to? Seems like there are a lot of giant beasts inside, you don’t know?”

“What about the Abyss Breath? That move doesn’t seem to be Darkwing’s power, but Big Mouth Abyss’s? Hehe, it’s just so-so, our master caught it with his bare hands, even without the World-destroying Starfire’s momentum, is that move really that powerful?”

Anthony scared the Little Demon King into abandoning his pride, becoming cautious, and the image of Lord Ange also became immensely awe-inspiring in his heart.

Everything Anthony said was true, although he omitted a little detail, but it didn’t matter, it was all true, the Little Demon King could tell right away, that these people really had defeated Starfire and Darkwing head-on and captured the Goddess of Starfire and the Light of Creation.

Otherwise, how could they possibly know about Starfire’s ‘cat’? How could they know that the Light of Creation only cheered? How could they know the Abyss Breath wasn’t Darkwing’s power?

This all proved that the force led by Ange had defeated Darkwing and even blocked the Abyss Breath.

This was what shocked the Little Demon King the most, because the Abyss Breath belonged to the power of Big Mouth Abyss, there’s only one scenario under which Darkwing could unleash that power– a do-or-die situation.

Release it and die, a move where it’s do or die regardless of whether the enemy dies or not, yet it was blocked by Ange?

Even if ‘barehandedly caught it’ seems braggadocious, just being able to block it shows that Ange has the capability to deal with Big Mouth Abyss, who is a Primordial God, and here I am, posing pretentiously in front of a being akin to a Primordial God, how ridiculous.

Scared by Anthony, the Little Demon King promptly corrected his stance, appearing much more agreeable.

“Calling you here because I heard this is your territory, is that right? What’s with these Little Inferior Demons?” Seeing the Little Demon King had become well-behaved, Anthony switched to the main topic.

“Little Inferior Demons? That’s what you call them? I don’t really know, they’re just some specks, I generally don’t pay attention to them, there are too many, annoying.” The Little Demon King said disdainfully.

To him, these Little Inferior Demons were like the dead skin that humans shed every day, scrub in a bath and you lose a heap, who would care about such things?

“What about these Elves?” Anthony asked.

“Dust?” the Little Demon King tentatively replied, at the moment unsure of how to define the relationship between these elves and Ange, but seeing the Little Inferior Demons kneeling and the Elves standing, he knew he had to be polite.

But politeness could only go as far as ‘dust’, anything higher would amount to lying.

Alice’s Anrus listened with a heavy heart– so they were just ‘dust’?

“So, is there a lot of this ‘dust’ around here?” Anthony asked.

The Little Demon King pointed to the Elves and asked, “Do you mean ‘these’ dusts, or all dust?’
“Is there a lot of dust here? What types of dust are there?” Anthony asked.

He was completely in the dark about the situation here. He couldn’t get much information from the elves, and even if he could, he wouldn’t trust it much, because the elves themselves were clueless.

However, this question seemed to stump the Little Demon King. “How would I possibly know how many types of dust there are? Do you know how many types there are in your house? I only know there’s a lot. Forget it, I’ll find something, and you can ask it yourself.”

The Little Demon King turned and muttered something to a Little Inferior Demon.

Negris quickly translated, “What’s your king called? What is its king called? What is its king’s king called? What is its king’s king’s king’s king called? Called Pink Skirt? I know that one.”

Then, with a powerful screech, the Little Demon King emitted concentric circles of soundwaves that disappeared into the void, presumably being transmitted somewhere.

Not long after, a drop of bright red blood emerged from where the soundwaves had vanished and quickly grew into a larger mass, then started to swirl.

As it swirled, it resembled a piece of fabric, and the originally bright red color faded as the area expanded, eventually turning pink.

The pink fabric fell toward the ground, gliding slowly. During its descent, a curvaceously exaggerated figure appeared indistinctly within the fabric until the pink fell to the ground to form a skirt, revealing the figure of an Enchanting Demon inside.

The Enchanting Demon revealed itself, its eyes quickly scanning the group before settling on Anthony, giving a bright flash.

Turning to the Little Demon King, the Enchanting Demon spoke in a raspy, magnetic voice, “Great King of Purgatory, you summoned me, what are your commands? Whatever your commands, please leave this strapping human for me.”

Negris looked at Anthony in surprise. Strapping human? Was this Enchanting Demon blind? Where was the strapping in an old Godman who was nothing but skin and bones?

Nevertheless, this Enchanting Demon was of a high rank, at least at the level of a Demon Lord. No wonder the Little Demon King had questioned at length; the Little Inferior Demon’s rank was too low. It needed to be their king’s king’s king… king’s king that the Little Demon King would know.

Anthony managed a wry smile but also felt a bit nostalgic because he used to have a similarly sexy and generous Enchanting Demon who always wanted to have his children. If he hadn’t been an Undead then, he might have lost his virginity.

Nevertheless, the Enchanting Demon had said it was possible even with an Undead, but they had to change position and be highly compatible to have Divine Intercourse, which scared Anthony into hastily inventing the reincarnation altar and putting the Enchanting Demon in charge of it, to stop the daily disturbances.

Unfortunately, lower-ranked Enchanting Demons didn’t live very long; they died after just two or three hundred years.

“What are you talking about!” the Little Demon King glared at the Enchanting Demon, and turned to Anthony with an embarrassed smile. “She’s just rambling. Don’t mind her.”

Then he introduced the Enchanting Demon, “This is a follower of my master, Lord Anthony. I called you here to ask you some questions; you must answer truthfully.”

When she heard ‘my master’, the Enchanting Demon’s pupils constricted. The master of the Little Demon King? That was even more thrilling!

She gracefully stepped forward, her pink skirt swaying, and said in a sexy voice, “Oh, it’s Lord Anthony. I’m so pleased to meet you. What would you like to ask? I’m willing to do anything for you.”

Anthony’s face lit up with excitement, “Really willing to do anything? That’s great, I can hardly wait.”

Seeing the expression on Anthony’s face, the Enchanting Demon felt some contempt in her heart. Such a temperament, and he qualifies to be a follower of the Devil King’s master? Watch me drive you wild.

But her contempt quickly turned to astonishment, her eyes nearly bulging out, “Math problems? You want me to do math problems!?”

Anthony innocently replied, “Didn’t you say you were willing to do anything for me? So you won’t do math problems?”