Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 1720: 1281: Want to Borrow Your Head for Exchange

Chapter 1720: Chapter 1281: Want to Borrow Your Head for Exchange

When Ange noticed that the thing bulging on the print cloth would release waves outward, he immediately made the ground rise, enveloping Little Angel and the print cloth within it, then sealed the stone cover with the Corpse Wrapping Holy Seal, creating a space similar to a mummy cloth.

Negris and Anthony quickly reacted: “Is it calling for reinforcements?”

Ange shook his head.

“If it’s not calling for reinforcements, then is the wave spreading? Can Little Angel handle it? Should we let Little Zombie go in to help? Or maybe you should go in, we’ll keep watch outside,” Negris said worriedly.

Although it often complained about Little Angel being incompetent here and there, it felt uneasy letting her face something emerging from the Star Dome Seal Cloth alone.

Ange shook his head.

Anthony also said: “The master can’t go in, otherwise the consciousness projection will be cut off. We also can’t go in, but Little Zombie can.”

Both Little Angel and Little Zombie were brought here by injecting consciousness into a White Crystal and then condensed into shape, shifted from the Boundless Space Hole.

But Ange came as a projection, and the Corpse Wrapping Holy Seal might interrupt this connection, and their consciousness followed Ange’s projection here, which would cause all of them to bounce back together.

Ange’s current body was condensed by triggering the Light Disaster, and if it crumbled, he would have to trigger the Light Disaster again next time, which would be too wasteful.

However, Ange clearly had no intention of going in to help; instead, he kicked the substance beneath his feet, forcefully pinching it into a head-sized ball.

However, Ange seemed unsatisfied, placing his left and right hands virtually on both sides of the ball and forcefully pulling it.

If it were another of Ange’s projections, with Little Ghost and Kram in hand, he could pull out a Devouring Abyss and compress the ball a hundredfold.

Unfortunately, he could not pull out the Devouring Abyss now and could only pull out some sparks. These sparks burned inside the ball, and the scorching firelight penetrated it, like a glowing Magic Crystal Lamp Bulb.

Under this scorching firelight, the ball seemed to be tightly wound, with its surface slowly drying out, revealing a metallic sheen.

Only then was Ange satisfied, nodding and casting the Corpse Wrapping Holy Seal on the ball.

Clang clang clang! All the Holy Seals bounced off the ball, none of them imprinting on it.

“Pff… What, what did you do? The Holy Seals can’t imprint on it?” Negris’s eyes were almost bulging out, flying over to take a look, only to see the ball’s surface flashing with a cold light, clean and without a trace of any marks.

Negris tapped it with his claws, producing a tremor of energy collision: “This… this is too hard, isn’t it? Just pulling it like that made it this hard?”

It’s not surprising it couldn’t move, but Ange couldn’t imprint it either?

Ange shook his head, then kicked the substance underfoot, saying: “It’s it.”

“It? What is this thing?” Negris crouched down, poking at the stuff on the ground.

The material on the ground looked very much like rock, specifically slate, layered and fractured, covering the ground along with ubiquitous Star Soil.

“It’s just ordinary broken stones.” Negris grabbed a handful and squeezed it, able to crush it.

“Withered leaves, sintered.” It’s not him that’s hard, but these withered leaf residues; he just happened to resinter them.

Saying this, Ange went on to make a new ball, this time shaping it, slicing it into halves, hollowing out a small hole in the middle, and then manifesting some Mithril, embedding it on the middle seam.

After completing all this, Ange engraved imprints on the surface and interior, finally merging the two hemispheres into a ball, pulling it forcefully with both hands to form a solid hollow ball.

Negris, grabbing those flaky fragments, said incredulously: “These are withered leaves? Does the God Tree leaf wilt and become like this? There’s no leaf veins or fiber texture visible.”

Anthony also grabbed a handful of gravel, poking around and shaking his head, unable to see any signs of plant relation, but since Ange said it was so, it must be; here, no one knows the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms better than he does.

At this moment, knocking sounds of ‘knock knock knock’ came from the cover enveloping Little Angel.

Thɪʂ 𝕔h𝙖p𝘵ɛr 𝙞𝕤 p𝙤ṡ†𝓮𝑑 bყ 𝒌𝕀ƚℯṉ𝗼ⱴꬲ𝘭

Ange poked through the cover with his finger, reached in, sensed for a while, then broke the cover open and stuffed the ball inside.

The moment the ball was inserted, Ange sealed the breach with the Corpse Wrapping Holy Seal again, ensuring not too many waves leaked out.

Not long after, Little Angel broke out of the cover, cradling the ball in her hands, lifted high in front of Ange: “Ao!”

Ange patted her head, but as soon as he put his hand on her, Little Angel’s form began to disintegrate, eventually leaving only the wings and White Crystal.

Negris exclaimed in shock: “What… what’s going on? Is she okay? Is it that dangerous?”

Nothing within the stone cover could be sensed because of the Corpse Wrapping Holy Seal, not even Ange could see what happened inside, unexpectedly so dangerous that even Little Angel’s form was shattered.

Although collapsing the form of the Star God’s Body isn’t considered fatal damage, being able to shatter the form implies it can affect the White Crystal.

Even Ange hesitated for a moment, not shaking his head directly, instead sweeping his mind over the White Crystal; though certain she’s unharmed with him there, Little Angel could not die, if the current Star God’s Body was demolished, it would be significant damage.

A phantom emerged from the White Crystal, re-condensing Little Angel’s form, but the form was somewhat insubstantial, not as solid as before, clearly still injured.

“Ao!” Ange called out to her.

This time, Little Angel didn’t talk back, obediently nodded, and moved towards the sunny area, spreading her wings wide to bask in the Sun.

Ange turned his attention to the ball, virtually gripping both sides with his hands and pulling forcefully.

The ball had been sintered with high heat already; pulling it again caused heat to manifest again; immediately, a pained wail erupted inside the ball: “Hot, hot, hot!! Stop, stop, stop, stop right now!!”

Negris curiously asked: “Didn’t you engrave the Corpse Wrapping Holy Seal? Why can its voice be heard?”

Anthony noticed this issue and explained on Ange’s behalf: “The master embedded Mithril threads, nesting a Sound Amplification Magic Pattern, capable of converting the intentions inside into sound.”

“Oh,” Negris realized.

After burning for a while more, the screams inside the ball began to stutter, and Ange stopped, looking at Anthony.

Alright, it’s my turn now. The long-prepared Anthony approached and said in a calm tone: “You must be the guy Gemez Fortress mentioned, right? Very good, Gemez Fortress already sold you to us, you are our slave from now on.”

“Gen… Gemez Fortress? Who is that?” The voice inside the ball appeared somewhat bewildered, some confusion, selling? Slave? Gemez Fortress? Why do these words seem so unfamiliar?

“Oh, I see, here’s the situation: we call your God Star Gemez Fortress, because the spectrum of your God Star converts into sound waves, producing the ‘Ge—mez—boom’ sound; thus, the first ones here straightforwardly named themselves Ge Castle, Mai Bao, you’d be Zi Castle, and Gemez Fortress is the owner of the Star Dome Seal Cloth.”

Speaking of this, Anthony smiled and said: “It said it has become an independent entity now and doesn’t want to live the past life anymore, wishing to exchange its head for freedom by using you.”