Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 908 - 500 Does it Dare to Insult Me _3

Chapter 908: Chapter 500 Does it Dare to Insult Me?! _3

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Chapter 908: Chapter 500 Does it Dare to Insult Me?! _3

“A scarecrow hat? What do you want to do with that?” Negris asked in shock.

Could the scarecrow hat have some special function that could break the scarecrow’s illusion of reality?

Ange didn’t respond, but instead adjusted his hat and turned into an eagle in everyone’s eyes…

“Why turn into an eagle? There aren’t even any birds here,” Negris asked, confused.

However, he soon found out why, almost at the same moment Ange transformed into an eagle, the scarecrow let out a piercing shriek: “Wuga! Wuga! Wuga Wuga!”

Negris felt discomfort all over: “Fear Technique, such a powerful Fear Technique, Ahhhh—”

Negris was overcome with fear, his thoughts scattering to the wind. Somewhere in the Life Sacred Pool, the Bronze Dragon cried out in alarm, flailing and dashing around wildly until it came to the edge of a cliff and was about to fall off.

Luckily, a tree root suddenly rose up, tripping it and causing it to fall flat on its face, which brought it back to its senses.

“Eh, what happened? Why am I here? I could have sworn I saw Naeli lunging at me, nearly crushing me to death, what’s going on?” Negris muttered in confusion, taking a while before he remembered and hurriedly projected himself there again.

The forest came alive with a light rustling sound, as the leaves gently fell, startling an insect that had been about to crawl into the nostrils of the Bronze Dragon, making it run away in fright.

In a forest protected by the God of Life, Negris felt safe. If his body was damaged, he’d simply look for an old tree to compensate him.

After projecting himself back to Ange, Negris saw Ange’s sickle cut through the body of the scarecrow, splitting it from the shoulder to the waist.

“Eh? It’s not an illusion? You hit it?” Negris exclaimed in surprise.

On the other side, the excited and agitated Little Angel, who had been fighting nonstop, suddenly stopped, confused, and cried out, “Ao?”

The Realm of Reality disappeared, and Little Angel found that the enemy was gone. Turning around, she saw the scarecrow was already cut in half and immediately understood what had happened. She grunted a few times in dissatisfaction, much like a child whose Knight novel had been taken away by their parents.

Compared to her dissatisfaction, Anthony heaved a sigh of relief. He didn’t like this kind of eerie battle because he didn’t know how to win or even how to lose.

Fortunately, Ange was there. With Ange’s powerful spirit to subdue them, otherwise, no matter how many people were present, they would only die faster.

The scarecrow, now split in two and lying on the ground, launched a Soul Impact at Ange: “Wuga!”

Ange’s head was blown backward by the impact, but then he simply continued walking toward it as if nothing had happened. Without an overwhelming difference in soul strength, a Soul Impact is hardly effective, and its soul wasn’t as strong as Ange’s, nor was its spiritual power.

With these two advantages, the scarecrow could not fully utilize its power.

Regardless of the scarecrow’s continuous “Wuga Wuga” assaults, Ange picked up its upper half and took a close look, discovering a shriveled heart wrapped in straw inside its chest cavity.

“So, it’s not an ordinary scarecrow. This heart is its core, no wonder it could harbor a soul. But who would be so cruel as to stuff a heart into a scarecrow?” Negris asked.

Anthony approached, looked, and spoke hesitantly, “This seems like a kind of evil punishment, replacing your body parts with straw until you die completely, but the soul will be forever sealed within the straw, for eternity.”

Negris was alarmed, “Are you saying that the soul of this scarecrow was once alive?”

Anthony shook his head, “Not this one. His Majesty probably released the soul that was originally sealed inside, and this soul has been newly bred.”

Ange took out the Holy Shroud, wrapped it up, and stuffed it into the Dimensional Space, planning to study it further later.

Just then, a large cat appeared from a distance, meowing loudly at everyone. After the Realm of Reality disappeared, it had gone scouting, and now it seemed to have found something.

Listining to the cat’s meows, Negris translated with some uncertainty, “What does it mean? It seems to be saying it found an Embryo Dragon? Found me? It dares to curse me?!”