Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1707 - 1268: Please Buy All of Us

Chapter 1707: Chapter 1268: Please Buy All of Us

Nightmare Shay struggled desperately, continuously releasing illusion techniques in an attempt to scare away or frighten to death the enemies around.

As an ancient god that feeds on fear, Nightmare Shay loves that ’fresh’ fear the most. However, where is there so much fresh fear unless it ’creates’ it itself? Otherwise, human fear is no more than a few things: death, the unknown, disease, aging…

Under Ange’s rule, Nightmare Shay has always been well-behaved. It dares not misbehave. Scaring tourists in Thrilling Park is already the limit of Anthony’s tolerance, and sometimes it still needs to be careful not to scare people too badly, or Anthony would chop it into pieces.

Until today, it has always followed the rules. Although it hasn’t left Ange’s consciousness space, it can already sense that the world has changed.

This world has a lot of fresh fear. Thus, Nightmare Shay began to search for the sources of these fears and finally found them here.

The fear here is not only fresh but also abnormally strong. If the fear of ordinary humans is just a little, then each clump of fear here has thousands of points.

Nightmare Shay feels like a mouse that fell into a rice vat; it became bloated within a few days. Not only did it recover its strongest state, but the intensity of its spirit also changed drastically.

It feels like its spiritual intensity is at least five times what it used to be, but unfortunately, these fears, although fresh and intense, are few in number and quickly consumed.

However, Nightmare Shay wasn’t worried at all. The creatures here, capable of producing such fresh and intense fear, must be the best sources of fear.

I want to harvest fear! I want to scare you to death! With this thought in mind, Nightmare Shay jumped out, only to be rubbed onto the ground. The creatures here are not only incredibly strong, but their spiritual power is also equally formidable, with many even ignoring its illusion attacks.

Even those affected couldn’t generate fear. Instead, they felt more furious and beat it even harder.

Finding its illusion ineffective, Nightmare Shay wanted to use its physical strength, unleashing countless strands of hair attempting to pierce into the enemies’ bodies.

Without considering whether it could penetrate, even when pierced inside, a single tug would break its hairs, feeling like it pierced into a chunk of hot metal instead of flesh.

Nightmare Shay was bewildered; what kind of ghostly place has it come to? It is an ancient god, yet in the hands of these creatures, it has no ability to retaliate.

Firmly held down, one Star Descendant swung its hand downwards. When it raised its hand, the arm was still normal, but by the time it swung higher, the arm had already transformed into an energy blade.

Just as Nightmare Shay thought it would be cleaved into two, a familiar voice sounded, “Wait a minute, we’ll buy this thing.”

Simultaneously, a similarly familiar voice echoed in Nightmare Shay’s heart, “If you don’t want to die, shut up.”

Nightmare Shay turned towards the source of the voice and sure enough, saw a familiar human. It was the first time it felt this human so amiable. If not reminded to shut up, it really wanted to shout: His Holiness!!

But it still glanced behind Anthony, seeing Ange’s figure and feeling at ease. As to why it can recognize Ange at a glance? Because it saw Little Fat Dragon, Little Angel, Little Zombie.

The least conspicuous one with those bigshots is Ange.

“Don’t slash, don’t slash, our Silver Light Mercantile Company will buy this thing, please name your price.” Anthony shouted loudly.

The Star Descendant, who initially condensed an energy blade on its arm, turned around and scrutinized Anthony, suspiciously asked, “Do you know what this thing is?”

Anthony replied, “An ancient creature called Shay. It can use illusion techniques to create various illusion territories that evoke fear, joy, anger. However, its spiritual power is too weak to affect us.”

“It’s called Shay? It indeed doesn’t have any impact, only provokes anger leading to fights,” after saying that, the Star Descendant sized up Anthony and asked, “You came from outside?”

Anthony nodded, “Came from outside, Silver Light Mercantile Company, specializing in collecting various strange things. By the way, how should I address you?”

Th𝖎ʂ ƈhⱥp†𝓮r 𝐢𝖘 p𝟬ѕ𝑡𝑒𝒅 b𝕪 𝘬ɪτɛ𝑛0𝓋𝖾ḷ

If it was early when Anthony first arrived, he wouldn’t easily admit to coming ’from outside’, but after exchanging information with Diakos, he found that ’coming from outside’ was quite a commonplace.

Of course, ’outside’ doesn’t refer to the human plane. For the Celestial Descendant Clan, going to human domains would face the awkward scenario as Dragon God once did—unable to get enough food.

Those planes suitable for human survival are too cold for Star Descendants, unable to absorb God Star’s energy, they’d quickly grow hungry and weak, just like Dragon God leaving the Chaos Plane.

Only by letting species devolve into Giant Dragons can the Dragon God’s bloodline be passed down in the Material Plane.

For Star Descendants and subspecies, ’outside’ refers to places not far from God Star, where its light can still shine intensely, at least around a thousand degrees Celsius high.

Some powerful individuals can disregard the environment, but for groups, around a thousand degrees is the most suitable for their survival range. At this temperature, no living creatures can be found.

As expected, the Star Descendant with energy blade arm wasn’t too surprised, only muttering a bit, shyly said, “I’m called Da Ba Ba.”

“Pfft…” who knows who burst into laughter at once.

Da Ba Ba said with annoyance, “I knew it would be like this, you outsiders are truly annoying, what’s so funny, why don’t you give me a name.”

Seems like being annoyed by one’s name isn’t unique to Dagonsas here. Initially, Star Descendants didn’t have names, but due to constant interaction with ’outsiders’, they had to have names, yet they couldn’t come up with good ones and get laughed at with random ones.

It seems setting up a stall, charging two crystal coins per name, might be a good business.

“You have a very sharp energy blade, just call yourself Zha Ren.” Anthony casually came up with a name for it, unexpectedly stirring a hornet’s nest.

“Give me a name, give me a name.”

“Give me one too.”

“I want one, I want one too.”

The Star Descendants pressing Nightmare Shay eagerly gathered around, strongly asking Anthony to give them names.

For Anthony, who is an old godman, naming others is no difficulty at all. Back when he was a priest in a border town, most children’s names were given by him; he was most children’s priest.

Giving names to these Star Descendants based on their respective physical traits, Anthony then returned to the matter of purchasing Nightmare Shay. But turning around, Nightmare Shay’s shadow was nowhere to be seen.

Zha Ren glared annoyedly at other Star Descendants, turning to Anthony and said, “Shay ran away, how about you buy us instead?”