Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1751 - 1312: Sir, You Can Burn Me Now

"The ability of starlight connection? What kind of ability is that?" Negris asked in confusion, looking at the others. But no matter who he looked at, everyone shook their heads, and finally his gaze fell on the Gray Divine Star: "You don’t know either?"

The Gray Divine Star replied irritably: "I am a God Star; I radiate starlight, how would I know how they connect to what I radiate?"

Everyone looked at Olette, and Otelie hurriedly demonstrated: "Like this."

While speaking, Otelie reached out and grabbed sothing, then paused for a mont before disappearing with a swoosh.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds... one minute...

"Could it have escaped?" Negris asked impatiently, not seeing Olette return: "Did we forget to tell it that Ange has already imprinted a mark on it?"

Anthony was also a bit taken aback: "I told it. Maybe it thought I was bluffing it? It’s possible. After all, forcibly imprinting a mark is unprecedented. Even if it sensed the imprint on the White Crystal, it might doubt the extent of control, thinking it could escape if it ran far enough."

Having a fluke ntality is a common symptom among intelligent beings. Until the last mont, there’s always a hope that things might not be so bad. Such a fluke ntality often becos the source of hope, sotis driving intelligent beings to hold on to a sliver of hope when facing desperation.

Olette thought maybe the imprint was not as scary as claid. Since there was no known precedent that imprints could be marked without awareness, perhaps running far away would make it uncontrollable.

Moreover, if it didn’t escape now and its fabricated ’God Star Blessing’ was exposed, it would be too late. Holding onto a sliver of hope, Olette fled.

Having run a considerable distance without feeling controlled, just as Olette was about to relax, its consciousness suddenly tightened and was swiftly pulled sowhere.

When it stopped, it found its consciousness had returned to the place it had originally fled from, being held in Ange’s hand, facing Anthony and Negris’s playful expressions.

Seeing its astonished expression, Negris said: "Trying to escape? Where could you go?"

Olette froze for a mont, then quickly responded with a smile: "Escape? No, I didn’t run away. I just tried to star shift out and found I couldn’t locate the return position. Thanks for bringing back. Much appreciated."

Anthony shook his head with a smile. Olette is the most unique Star Descendant he’s encountered, very clever and slippery—more like a crafty rchant like the silver coin rather than a Star Descendant. Of course, not as experienced as a silver coin, but still impressive.

"Couldn’t find the return position? Now that you found it, co back and don’t pull any sneaky tricks. Next ti we’ll crush your consciousness," Anthony said.

Olette’s heart tightened, obediently star-shifting back the White Crystal, and realized the imprint on the White Crystal indeed controlled it completely.

"So how do you connect with starlight?" Anthony asked again.

Olette said with a bitter smile: "I don’t know either, but I know it’s the first step of star shifting. We need to connect with starlight first to use it for shifting. Why so Star Descendants can do it while others can’t is beyond ."

"Then why claim it’s the God Star’s blessing? You don’t know how they do it, yet you say it’s God Star’s blessing," Anthony keenly pointed out.

Olette replied helplessly: "It’s a legend. The legend says Star Descendants need the God Star’s blessing to transform into their ultimate form."

"Heh... a legend? You have legends too? Who spread them?" Negris spits out old blood.

You know what adventurers fear the most in relic exploration? They fear seeing: The legend... or the ancient ones say, the predecessors say, etc.

Relics are creations left by the ancients, so when ancients recount legends, who’s relaying them? Soone older than the ancients? It makes one’s head explode.

Of course, adventurers won’t explode; they are only after fortune, but it blasts researchers’ brains like Negris’s. Once it fantasized about finding the Dragon God’s relic, only to see the words: Legend...

Unfortunately, the Dragon God presented its relic in another form, disrupting such fantasies. Otherwise, its brain might actually explode, not even passing the Serpent of Misfortune challenge.

"Ah? Legend is... spread by everyone... So, I don’t know who spread it," Olette was stunned. Legends are legends; should one know who spread them?

"Do Star Descendants have bloodline awakenings? Is there any knowledge that can be imprinted on the White Crystal?" Anthony asked.

Negris said: "In theory, it’s possible. The White Crystals Xisluo crafted have Gez Fortress’s imprint, but I haven’t seen any records of bloodline awakenings yet."

Anthony frowned and said: "If it’s not bloodline awakenings, and yet legends persist among these Star Descendants, things get complicated. Remind the silver coin to pay attention to this matter."

"Alright, but what about starlight connection? Old Star, do you know?" Negris turned to ask the Gray Divine Star.

Of course, the Gray Divine Star still shook its head. It’s a God Star; Star Descendants are its derivatives. How could it know what starlight connection ans to its derivatives? Does Negris know what the Dragon Saliva Grass, spat at for fifty years, grows from?

At this mont, Ange, lost in thought, suddenly raised his palm, igniting Star Fla in his hand. This Star Fla, ford by channeling his thought into the God Star’s core, once condensed into his avatar on the God Star. He can manifest any power he controls with Chaos Mist.

After forming the Star Fla, Ange beckoned Lightning over.

Lightning feverishly wagged his head at the Star Fla: "No, you certainly want to use it to burn . I don’t want that."

Luther rolled up his sleeves, volunteering: "Let , sir. You can burn ."

Luther trusted Ange, believing he wouldn’t harm him. In fact, Lightning also trusted Ange, but being Thunder Attribute, naturally dislikes fire, though having transford into a Star Descendant, its nature still refuses. It doesn’t want to be the first to get burned.

It figures it’ll benefit from soone else getting burned first and then join, falling back to seeking favor if needed—like it’s done before.

Shalessly clinging is not new for Lightning; Ange didn’t mind, directly burning Luther’s White Crystal. Under the Star Fla, the White Crystal showed no change externally, but soon tiny starlit specks appeared internally.

Once the Star Fla moved away, the tiny specks quickly disappeared, or perhaps they hadn’t; being transparent, those specks might just have gone unseen.

Luther reford his form, looking around but seeing no difference, until he glanced at the Gray Divine Star’s body and frowned, his form pausing and then disappearing with a swoosh.

Next mont, he erged close to the God Star’s surface, barely within hundreds of ters, shrieking ’hot-hot-hot-hot’ while retreating. After stepping back, he glanced toward a direction, then frowned.

Thus, Luther flickered, star-shifted straight in the Void.

Ange suddenly felt his leg tugged, looking down to see Lightning hugging his thigh, grinning widely: "Sir, you can burn now."

PS: Finished the Qingming chores, spent a day and night resting, sore all over, too intense.