Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 907 - 500 Does it Dare to Insult Me _2

Chapter 907: Chapter 500 Does it Dare to Insult Me?! _2

Chapter 907: Chapter 500 Does it Dare to Insult Me?! _2

Of course, the ‘enemy’ she saw didn’t exist in Anthony’s eyes, as Ange’s power was still projected onto him, thus he wasn’t affected by the Illusion Territory.

The big cat must have sensed something was wrong, as it suddenly flopped to the ground, transformed back to its original form, opened its Big Mouth ‘ah ah ah—’ and yelled towards the distance.

But this was an illusion, a change in perception not space; its disruption had no effect, instead startling Grey, who wondered how such a small cat could suddenly become such a large mass?

Seeing they were affected by the illusion, Anthony said, “Lord, we must quickly stop the scarecrow, the damage taken inside the Realm of Reality is all real, if they get hurt, it will be real injury.”

Is it that powerful? Ange cocked his head and hurried towards the scarecrow’s direction.

In the chaotic rocks of the distant canyon, a scarecrow with its arms outstretched, one foot planted on the ground, wearing a straw hat, looked no different from the scarecrows you could see anywhere in the fields, except for the black mist seeping out from between the straws and a pair of red eye slits.

However, upon seeing Ange charging straight at it, the red eye slits first narrowed a bit, as if squinting, then widened again, evidently confirming that Ange wasn’t affected by its illusions.

The scarecrow immediately arched its body and opened its mouth to emit a piercing shriek: “Wuga—”

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Its cry seemed to be very frightening… A thought bubbled up in Ange’s mind, then he felt weird, was it really scary? Why didn’t he feel it?

Behind him, Anthony shouted loudly, “Fear Technique, Lord, it’s a Fear Technique, be careful.”

While speaking, Anthony applied several Divine Arts onto the Little Angel and the others. First was Steel Will, then Light Praise, followed by Wall of Light, and capped with Wall of Sighs, comfortably securing everyone within protective spells.

If there were members of the Church of Light present, they would probably already be scared stiff by Anthony; to cast so many Divine Arts in one breath, how profound must Anthony’s Divine Power be, was he an attachment of the God of Light?

But he was still uneasy, this was his first encounter with combat within an illusion, and he had no experience.

But thinking about the Soul Strength of the scarecrow, which was almost at the level of a Mourning Soul and possessed its own domain, he knew that no amount of caution was excessive.

Harvey and Feiti of the Lord of Mourning didn’t have their own domains, only Locke seemed to have one.

However, he heard that Locke’s domain related to combat. He couldn’t beat Locke, so he hadn’t experienced it himself, but he could ask Negris, the God of Knowledge who is one of the few to have experienced it and still live.

Seeing that Ange was undoubtful of the illusion and also ignoring its Fear Technique, the scarecrow finally panicked a bit, and ‘swooshed’ into the air, shouting loudly, “Wuga Wuga!”

Ange continued to ignore it and swung down his scythe.

The scythe’s blade passed over the scarecrow’s body, but Ange felt he had not hit anything; upon closer inspection, he saw that the scarecrow was one body’s length away from where the scythe fell.

Did he cut incorrectly? Impossible, having harvested rice for so many years, Ange had never mis-cut, not even when cutting blind.

Ange closed his eyes and swung the scythe again.

Clang! The scarecrow somehow pulled out a small sickle and blocked Ange’s scythe. See, it’s said that Ange couldn’t miss even with his eyes closed.

The small sickle looked familiar, being of the same make as the little sickles Ange had used before.

Clang! The sickles clashed again, and a violent shockwave burst forth from where the weapons struck, exploding the surrounding air.

Anthony turned his head to look and took a deep breath, realizing this scarecrow was not only a master of the Realm of Reality but also very formidable in combat.

Clang clang clang clang, Ange and the scarecrow were locked in fierce combat, their weapons clashing in continuous sound, the shockwaves scattering like a demolition crew at work.

Ange had not had such a head-on fight with anyone in a long while; after projecting into this world, he couldn’t transform into the Dragon God or Locke, significantly weakening his combat ability.

The scarecrow’s strength was slightly inferior to his, but it possessed a strange ability that caused Ange’s scythe to miss its mark; every time he parried its sickle and struck again, it was already one body’s length out of reach.

Just then, a cursing voice arose in Ange’s soul from Negris, “This is True Illusion; both are real, whichever one you hit becomes false, in this illusion, you can’t kill it. Kvada, I’m only a few steps behind, and you’ve already vanished without a trace, where is this? And who is this?”

Little Sky sneaked away, and unable to find anyone, Negris had no choice but to project itself over. Upon arriving, it was shocked by the intense battle that unfolded before it. It had lagged behind only for a moment, and a fight had already broken out.

“Awaken, scarecrow, Soul, King, nurtured to maturity,” Ange spoke out.

Negris gasped, because he heard two key words, “King? Nurtured by Your Majesty?”

No need to listen further, just these words were enough to understand that this scarecrow was no ordinary being.

“The scarecrow awakened a Soul? A scarecrow can awaken a Soul? How is that possible? It’s an inanimate object,” continued Negris in shock.

A scarecrow is just a human-shaped pile of straw. If it can awaken a soul, then stones can too, as can wood, pillows for that matter, wouldn’t that turn the world upside down?

Lost in confusion, Ange suddenly flipped out a hat and put it on his head.