Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 906 - 500 It Dares to Curse Me

Chapter 906: Chapter 500: It Dares to Curse Me?!

Chapter 906: Chapter 500: It Dares to Curse Me?!

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When Ange first arrived through teleportation, he was unable to project his strength, but as his soul grew stronger, especially after “self-belief”, his soul was like riveting in this world, becoming a fulcrum for his physical self in this world.

He could channel his strength into this body, then project it onto his followers and the demigods, and as his power grew and more local believers gathered, the divine power he harvested here was enough to support his intense consumption, completely eliminating the need to use the power of his physical self.

So as soon as he heard Anthony call for him, he came over and looked at a scarecrow in front of him, looking utterly perplexed.

Sensing Ange’s confusion, Anthony quickly explained, “Scarecrow Wuga, the most dangerous of the Undead, masters the Realm of Reality, capable of ensnaring one in its domain of illusions, from which one could never escape. Lord, what do you see?”

“A scarecrow.” Ange replied.

“Phew— that’s a relief, it seems its spiritual power isn’t as strong as yours, so its Realm of Reality can’t affect you. What I saw was an Undead, it was extremely perilous just now, but thankfully you came quickly. If one were to be influenced by the Realm of Reality carelessly, it would be difficult to extricate oneself.” Anthony said, still shaken.

Don’t blame him for crying for help upon their encounter, because Scarecrow Wuga had been warned about by both the Council of the Undead and the Sorcerer Alliance, cautioning him to be wary of this dangerous entity. The information collected from the House of the Deceased and the newly established network of connections also indirectly confirmed this point, attesting to the extreme danger of Scarecrow Wuga.

Its danger lay not in being evil and brutal; on the contrary, it was a rather peaceful soul, desiring nothing, with its sole obsession being scaring away birds.

The danger arose from its lack of control. It was just a scarecrow, originally planted in the fields to ward off birds and beasts. But strangely enough, a soul was born within the scarecrow.

One day, the Undead King passed through the fields and noticed the soul within the scarecrow, piqued with curiosity about how a soul could arise within straw. So he took it back with him.

From that day on, the scarecrow was essentially raised by the Undead King, growing into an incredibly strong soul. Its Soul Strength had nearly touched the levels of the Lord of Mourning and was on the verge of breaking through.

However, its intelligence wasn’t very high, comparable to that of a Golden Skeleton, and it was heavily fixated, spending its days chasing away birds. Perhaps it was for this reason that it awakened the Realm of Reality, a domain of illusions so real that they could cause actual harm to enemies.

When the Undead King was still around, there were those who could restrain it, or rather, there were those who would go and rescue those trapped within its Realm of Reality, so it wasn’t much of a threat. But now, with the King trapped in the Annihilation Formation, there was no one to control it, and that posed a serious problem.

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“Realm of Reality?” Ange asked, puzzled.

“Yes, my Lord, besides the scarecrow, what else do you see?” Anthony inquired.

“A scarecrow, a gorge, chaotic rocks.” Ange described.

Anthony pulled Grey over and asked, “Grey, what do you see?”

Grey replied somewhat blankly, “I see a desolate wilderness, a flat barren land, and an Undead holding a scythe staring at us. But weren’t we just in the gorge? How did we get here?”

Ange instantly understood. His spiritual power was formidable, so his vision was unaffected, but Grey couldn’t say the same; she had been influenced by the illusions of the Realm of Reality.

This effect was silent and undetected, even Grey, an Arcane Magician, couldn’t differentiate between reality and illusion, only puzzled by the abrupt change from the gorge to the wilderness.

So intriguing, isn’t it? Ange quickly assembled the Imprints and then told Anthony, “Construct a Delivery Magic Circle.”

“Ah? Could it be…” Anthony paused momentarily, then hastily formed a Delivery Magic Circle. This was far easier than creating a Teleportation Array, almost equivalent to merely establishing a positioning marker.

With a flash of white light from the Delivery Magic Circle, Ange was teleported over.

“Indeed, who knew the hand-woven Teleportation Array could be used like this, it’s so convenient.” Although anticipated, Anthony was still thrilled.

Doesn’t this imply that going forward, when one cries for help, the Lord can not only project his presence but also come personally to their rescue, drastically increasing the sense of security?

As the white light faded, the Little Zombie, Little Angel, and the big cat each let out exclaims:

“Awooo!”

“Awooo awooo!”

“Awooo~”

Anthony, realizing something was amiss by their voices, quickly asked, “What do you see?”

“Awooo!” the Little Zombie pointed forward.

“Awooo awooo!” the Little Angel pointed to the side, then suddenly thrust forward, sending a pillar of light shooting out.

Ever since the Little Angel tried releasing the Holy Light Flash without flapping her wings in Magic Star City, she seemed to find it quite amusing and zealously worked on compressing its power.

The power of this Holy Light Flash now approximated that of a level six Arrow of Light of Light Magic, and with her strength, she could cast it continuously around ten to twenty times.

Where she could once only play once, now she could play a dozen times, which delighted her to no end. She-fizzed at the distance, blasting rocks and scattering them everywhere.

From Anthony’s perspective, he saw the Little Angel bombing a pile of rocks, but through Grey’s eyes, scores of skeletons were emerging from the barren land, and the Holy Light Flash from the Little Angel was hitting a Golden Skeleton, causing it to smoke and disintegrate.

Grey hurried to assist, circling her finger and creating a green ring, then tossing it. The ‘ring’ transformed while in flight, morphing into a Wind Blade and slashing towards the enemies she perceived.