Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 891 - 493 This is not a mental illness_3

Chapter 891: Chapter 493: This is not a mental illness_3

Chapter 891: Chapter 493: This is not a mental illness_3

Ange stretched out his finger and counted, “Undead, planting, beauty, Libra, knowledge… such a long list…”

Ange’s actions caused her to misunderstand, and Grey said earnestly, “Whether you are a god or not, you saved me and gave me a new life. You are my God of Hope.”

A wisp of Soul Flame entered Ange’s soul and formed a special symbol there. But that wasn’t the end, as sparks crackling with fire popped into existence in front of Ange.

“Hss—Faith fire? You ignited a flame of faith? Kvada, what kind of joke is this?” Negris exclaimed in disbelief.

…

The cabin door clattered open, and Negris squeezed out, then pointing at Grey who followed out, he said to the Lord of Terror, “You said there was something good, are you referring to her? You pass, she really is ‘something good’.”

The Lord of Terror glanced at Grey and then at Negris, shaking his head.

“What do you mean by shaking your head? It’s not her?” Negris was startled. There was still something in the flying car?

The Lord of Terror mocked, “A weak female slave, what ‘good’ is she? An Embryo Dragon who has never seen the world.”

Grey’s eyes reddened, ready to explode again, but with a snap, the Soul Banning Ring activated, severing her perception and leaving her frozen in place. However, the ring itself began to emit some heat.

Negris clicked his tongue, “No wonder they had to do that to you, the Soul Banning Ring can’t hold you back. I need to find Anthony soon and cure your problem.”

“So where did you say that thing was?” Negris asked.

When everyone had disembarked from the car, the Lord of Terror lifted the flying car and pointed to a hole emitting a red glow on the underside, saying, “It should be here.”

“Then let’s dismantle it back home, let Durken do it, to avoid damaging the flying car. This vehicle is quite luxurious; it could be useful for future travels,” Negris said, then gestured for everyone to get aboard.

The Lord of Terror rubbed his hands together, ingratiatingly saying, “Master, do you like this gift? I have renamed myself Black Smoke Ring; can I not go to the fattening fields now?”

Grey looked at Ange again in surprise; the Molten Giant was clearly a powerful demon, yet it spoke with such a humble tone. Was Ange that fearsome?

Ange nodded helplessly. So naughty, Hemel was much more obedient.

“Whoo-hoo.” The Lord of Terror, oblivious to the loss of ‘affection,’ cheered, the flames on his body quickly extinguished, the flowing lava rapidly cooled, peeling off layer by layer. Impatient at how slowly it was happening, he started to peel it off with his hands.

Soon the rocky shell on its body had fallen off, revealing a half-meter tall Little Demon, who agilely climbed onto the flying car.

“Is this your original form?” Negris asked curiously.

The Lord of Terror shook his head, “How could that be? How could I reveal my true form? It’s a disguise, so others won’t notice me and will attack you, the Fatty Dragon, first.”

Negris started the flying car and flew home. Once they picked up speed, he forcefully peeled the Lord of Terror off and threw him outside the flying car, “You run back.”

…

The luxury flying car was fast, quickly reaching the vicinity of the Life Sacred Pool. Durken, who had received the message, came out to greet them, first checking for any Arrays like tracking or location on the flying car. After confirming there were none, he allowed it to drive into the forest.

Once inside the forest, typical tracking or locating arrays stopped working, and if needed, the God of Life could block all signals.

The silver coin took out all the materials needed for constructing the Teleportation Array, and Durken quickly assembled it. With sufficient materials and the help of the Gold-touch Stick, Durken could swiftly complete the construction of a Teleportation Array.

Two hours later, the Teleportation Array was completed, started up, tested, and after confirming there were no issues, Anthony teleported over.

“My Lord has ignited another faith fire? What kind of flame? Who ignited it?” Anthony asked in surprise.

After some explanations, Anthony, too, was shocked, “Dual personalities? A Truth Denier? How miraculous. Let me have a look.”

Grey stood in the distance, unable to hear what everyone was saying, but she knew they were discussing her from the occasional glances cast her way, which made her feel somewhat irritable.

When Anthony approached her, she grew even more wary of him.

Anthony said kindly, “Don’t be nervous, I’m just going to examine you. There won’t be any problems; just relax.”

Somehow, Anthony’s voice had a magical effect, and Grey really did quiet down a lot. Yet another part of her seemed restless within.

“Can you let your other self out?” Anthony asked gently as he undid the Soul Banning Ring.

Grey shook her head, “I can’t control it.”

“Oh, then when does she come out?” Anthony asked.

“When I feel anger or despair,” Grey replied.

“Anger, huh?” Anthony murmured to himself, then suddenly his tone changed, “You foolish, lazy, cowardly—￥#%&￥#…” A torrent of vitriolic curses spewed from Anthony’s mouth.

His speech was rapid and fluent, the content rich and venomous, leaving everyone dumbstruck.

Grey was initially stunned, struggling to believe that the kind and affable middle-aged man could suddenly erupt in obscenities. As she came to her senses, her eyes reddened with rage, “You go to…”

Before she could finish, Anthony’s finger was already on her temple. Her thoughts froze, her mind went blank, and then she watched powerlessly as Anthony leaned into her ear, muttering something.

Grey couldn’t think and let the muttering imprint itself in her mind, her only thought being: Can I really not beat even an underling of Ange’s?

After a while, Grey’s head drooped, and she fainted.

Anthony, looking a bit weary, withdrew his finger and returned to Ange’s side.

Ange pulled out a bottle of nutrient fluid and a piece of dried beet.

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Anthony took them, ate quickly, and then said, “Lord Nage, this is no mental illness. Do you remember Shamara?”

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