Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1274 - 1274 837 Do you see where his right hand is

Chapter 1274: Chapter 837: Do you see where his right hand is? Chapter 1274: Chapter 837: Do you see where his right hand is? Abyssal Big Mouth looked at Ange with skepticism. Indeed, the wave of Ancient Godlight from before had shocked it, but that was the power of Ancient Godlight, and without Black Stone, Ange couldn’t possibly release such powerful energy.

Furthermore, its request had been exaggerated, laced with a hint of making things deliberately difficult. In reality, it wasn’t necessary to fill the Abyss Ball to the brim; infusing half, or even a third, would have been nearly enough to coax the Dark Origin to “open the door.” Asking for it to be completely full was rely a test of Ange’s limits.

It would take the actual presence of the Dark Origin’s entity within half a year to fill the Abyss Ball to its capacity, perhaps.

As for the Elental Perpetual Motion Machine and the like, Abyssal Big Mouth decided to ignore it, fearing that Negris might boast and ss things up, and reminded them again, “I don’t care about the chicken; you have only half a year. If it’s not full, we… we will consider other thods.”

Anthony cast a aningful glance at Abyssal Big Mouth. He could certainly detect the probing tone in its words, but unexpectedly, failing to et its demands didn’t seem to signal an end to cooperation; rather, it was preparing to attempt an alternate approach.

It seed that the one most eager to see the Void Will dead was indeed the Abyss itself.

Ange floated forward and mid pressing toward the Abyss Ball. A series of Dark Elent Missiles imdiately took shape before him and whizzed toward the Abyss Ball, plunging directly into the pitch-blackness.

Negris counted silently and nodded in satisfaction. At a rate of fifty per second, there was an improvent over before. He couldn’t help muttering under his breath, “This Dead Skull always makes progress stealthily.”

Hearing his mutter, Anthony couldn’t help but exclaim, “Lord is mainly too diligent. If anyone tried learning sothing new with countless trials and comparisons like Lord does, there’s no stopping the progress. Look, there it goes again.”

After firing the Dark Elent Missiles for a while, Ange tilted his head and paused, pondering for a mont, and then continued his casting. But what ca forth now were not Missiles, but streams of energy.

Negris watched for a while and comnted, “The frequency has increased to sixty-two per second. It seems like it has omitted the Missiles’ compacting process and is directly flinging the Dark Elent forth.”

Anthony nodded, “There’s indeed no need to compact them into Missiles, as destructive power isn’t necessary here—only the essence of the Dark Elent itself.”

After flinging the Dark Elent Stream for a while, Ange suddenly dispersed his intent, no longer focusing on the Abyss Ball. The stream began to scatter, no longer precisely hitting the sa spot on the Abyss Ball but rather flying roughly in its direction.

“Slacking off again, playing around—this Dead Skull… Eh? The frequency increased again, to sixty-eight per second? What’s going on?” Negris had just grumbled a few words when he realized the situation didn’t match what he was seeing.

Anthony hesitatingly said, “Lord seems to have given up on locking his gaze, letting the focus concentrate more on the sensation of the Dark Elent. The Abyss Ball has an inherent swallowing function; as long as you shoot within the general area, the Dark Elent will naturally be devoured.”

Negris muttered, “It seems so. Even the gaze lock is no longer needed.”

Just at that mont, the Little Demon King behind them suddenly called out weakly, “Lor… Lord Abyss, your wings.”

As forr followers of Abyssal Big Mouth, the Little Demon King and the Goddess of Starfire—the Light of Creation—felt quite awkward. They tried to shrink back and not to make eye contact with the Abyssal Big Mouth as if they didn’t see it.

Abyssal Big Mouth felt equally awkward and pretended not to notice. Now, hearing the Little Demon King’s words, it even felt a bit surprised and took a mont before looking back at its own wings.

Abyssal Big Mouth’s avatar was known as Dark Wing, its most distinctive feature being its massive wings of Dark Elent. At that mont, upon inspection, the edges of its wings were visibly dissipating, quickly becoming jagged and uneven.

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“This… This is Elental Deprivation? He’s deprived of control over the Dark Elent? What a joke,” said Abyssal Big Mouth in astonishnt.

Who is it? One of the Ancient Gods, Abyss, even if this is just its avatar, couldn’t possibly be deprived of its elental control, could it?

Its mind sharpened, and attention fell upon its wings; the dispersing Dark Elent wings promptly stabilized.

Abyssal Big Mouth secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Indeed, it was only due to its own lack of attention that Elental Deprivation had occurred; as long as it remained vigilant, the elent would still be under control.

Refocusing on Ange, it discovered that Ange had also extended a pair of wings at so point. How did he have wings too?

Ange slowly flapped his wings. These wings, hatched from Holy Shell Eggs, grew larger and thinner as they expanded, eventually transforming into the delicate thinness of cicada wings, akin to the wings of a butterfly.

Negris frowned and muttered, “Manifest a pair of wings on the spot? Why? Could it be that the surrounding Dark Elent can no longer keep up with his consumption, requiring an increased area for reception?”

Anthony asked, “Lord Nage, is there any way to asure the Dark Elent?”

Anthony couldn’t sense the Dark Elent, and actually, many people couldn’t, including the Chaos Holy Spirit Legion.

They could utilize the Dark Elent exclusively because of the Dark Wings on their backs, a tool granted to them by Abyssal Big Mouth. Without such tools, they themselves could not sense the Dark Elent.

This was the case for many Ancient Gods as well; because of innate abilities, they could utilize the Dark Elent but not necessarily sense it, just as humans can breathe without perceiving oxygen.

Abyssal Big Mouth could sense the Dark Elent. It could feel that the area around Ange had beco a vortex of Dark Elent, with a constant influx streaming towards him.

However, in the beginning, the range of the ‘vortex’ was quite small. Now, after the wings had been extended, the vortex had expanded dozens of tis over, based on the wings.

“So many tricks up his sleeve,” Abyssal Big Mouth silently muttered but couldn’t help watching intently so as not to miss any details, and then it noticed a problem.

If it watched closely, the Dark Wings would involuntarily dissipate. When its attention returned to its wings, Ange might slightly change his technique. If it was not vigilant, it would miss it and fail to keep up.

Ange’s modifications to his technique were sotis very subtle, such as abandoning ‘gaze-locking,’ easy to overlook if not carefully observed.

Realizing it might have missed another detail, since Ange’s stream velocity had increased again, Abyssal Big Mouth hesitated, looked around, and noticing that no one was paying attention to it, surreptitiously retracted its Dark Wings.

Now, with no worries about dissipation, it could watch with complete focus.

After an unknowable amount of ti, Anthony suddenly whispered to Negris, “Lord Nage, have you noticed that the Chaos Mist seems to be dissipating too?”

Negris started at this and quickly surveyed the surroundings, nodding, “Without your ntion, I wouldn’t have noticed. The Chaos Mist around us has thinned out significantly. I don’t sense the Chaos Mist flowing into the Abyss Ball. Could this Dead Skull be multitasking, stuffing the Abyss Ball with Dark Elent and the Void with Chaos Mist? Have you seen where his right hand is?”

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