Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1804: 1365: Mind Anchor

Chapter 1804: Chapter 1365: Mind Anchor

“Ah haha! Ah hahaha! Hahahahaha… Old Immortal, you’re still not up to it, huh.” Negris held his stomach, looking like he was about to laugh himself to tears. Of course, the Monarch was not here; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare be so brazen.

“So what if it’s a Star Skeleton? So what if it’s strong in battle! Can’t find the target, it’s still useless, oh hoho.” Having finally seized the opportunity to mock, Negris naturally wouldn’t let it slip easily, continuing to ridicule to the fullest.

Of course, in front of the Monarch, he wouldn’t dare to behave like this. The Old Immortal would definitely punch him.

Anthony, however, discerned so hints from these two pieces of information: “How could Your Majesty find the Deceit Tree so easily? Could it be that King Fei Lie led him there on purpose? Luring the flood over to the neighbor’s house? So treacherous.”

“Huh? King Fei Lie led him there on purpose? That Old Immortal, really easy to be used as a tool, don’t you think, Ange, go help him, lest he suffers losses.” Negris quickly suggested.

Although he seizes the chance to mock the Monarch, when the Monarch is at risk, he becos more anxious than anyone.

“Which direction is Your Majesty in? How do we find him?” Anthony looked around in distress; in such a place, without Soul Contact, it’s truly not easy to find a ‘person.’

Ange took out a soul mark.

Negris glanced at it and couldn’t help but snark: “The Old Immortal even gave you the Furnace Stone Mark? He really trusts you.”

This soul mark has only one function: marking the position of the mark’s owner.

Location information is actually quite sensitive. If a person’s location is known to others anyti and anywhere, he basically loses all privacy. For example, even if you trust your parents or wife, would you dare to let them know your location information?

This soul mark has such a function, allowing Ange to know the Monarch’s location at all tis. Knowing the location, he can teleport there anyti, functioning like a furnace stone, hence also known as the Furnace Stone Mark.

Although this mark doesn’t have many functions, its effect is substantial. However, not many people use it; if there is no forced Soul Contact, no one would want others to know their location.

Sensing the Monarch’s position from the Furnace Stone Mark, Ange grabbed Negris and his companions, and in one Soul Shift, they were there.

Soul Shifting to this place, everyone felt like they fell into a marketplace—a single word: chaos.

The ruins blasted open by the Devouring Abyss were not chaotic at all. With the Abyss Core as the center, a large amount of matter was projected around, forming a radiated circle full of explosive beauty.

But now, this area was disordered without any semblance of beauty. Large pieces of broken branches were scattered aimlessly, with no discernible pattern at all. It felt like a Giant Beast crashed into a thicket, rolled around, and ran away.

Following the tracks forward, everyone quickly saw where the ‘giant beast’ was, only to see a resplendent skeleton striding on a giant tree, with each step causing the tallic-glossed giant tree to crumble piece by piece like weathered schist.

Stepping along this path, what once was a complete giant tree beca a ground full of fragnts.

Countless Deceitful Tree n stood on the giant tree, but now they were all dumbfounded, standing like wooden mannequins, incidentally being crushed by the ‘giant beast’s’ splattered fragnts.

“Old Immortal, what’s happening?” Negris shouted.

“These things are really strange; even if a piece is left, it can regrow. Just let crush them.” The Monarch replied without turning his head.

“It’s useless. Even if a small piece is left, it can regrow, sprout, and grow tall. These plants are just that…” Negris wanted to say perverted, but thinking about the Little Sapling, he didn’t find it perverted anymore. The troubleso thing is they’re enemies.

The Monarch, however, disagreed: “Any plant’s growth consus sothing. The more powerful the plant, the more ‘sothing’ it needs to consu to grow. Smash them, and it takes trendously more to regrow to their original state. Now that I’ve smashed the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, it surely won’t grow back to its original form.”

Tree of Ten Thousand Realms? Smashed? Little Sapling heard so keywords, erging confusedly from Ange’s head, wanting to see who wanted to smash it.

“No, no, not you—it’s a taphor, a taphor.” The Monarch hurriedly reassured, if it were soone else, like Negris, he wouldn’t bother explaining, let alone comforting, but Little Sapling’s pure look gives quite the pressure.

“Alright, smash then, but where’s the Deceit Tree?” Negris asked.

“It ran away. As soon as it noticed it couldn’t beat , it imdiately fled, not even bothering with its branches. Once its consciousness retreats, these tree n imdiately lose their souls, becoming Plantn, motionless, truly an eerie existence. Feels like all these plants have only one consciousness, with the rest being puppets it manipulates.” The Monarch said.

“Uh, it just retreated its consciousness, not even about its avatar, Ange can’t even mark it.” Negris added.

“If it can’t be marked, then it can’t be marked. Understand its habits more; see if there’s any place nearby that it could hide or grow. I’ll go smash all its branches.” The Monarch stated.

This was a thod that didn’t quite qualify as a solution. Facing a plant with countless branches, there wasn’t really any good counterasure. Chopping one is better than none; at least regenerating also requires consumption.

“We don’t know its habits either. It’s unlike the World Tree, which needs Life Force. Find where the most life is, and you’ll know where it is. This kind of Deceit Tree can even adapt to a Void environnt, able to grow anywhere.” Negris said.

Then he added: “Besides, you can’t just smash it, you simply break it, without clearing away the debris. Later, it grows even more vigorously in the debris. Fallen leaves and deadwood in the forest decompose to form humus, rich fertile soil.”

“Huh? So smashing doesn’t work? Do I have to burn it?” The Monarch looked around helplessly. He could handle smashing things, but collecting trash was too much for him.

Negris said: “Even burning might not work. Ange, extract the burned Insect Ash, and make the most fertile nutrient solution that can cause petrified plants and animals to Rebirth. Who knows what kind of fertility that burned Deceit Tree ash has.”

Upon hearing about fertility, Ange’s eyes lit up. He pulled out and threw a Devouring Abyss forward.

Indeed, that Deceit Tree should be burned a bit to see what kind of fertile thing it might produce after extraction.

The Devouring Abyss is the best cleaning tool, with its vast suction covering a wide range, clearing the disorderly debris and ruins spotlessly wherever it passes.

However, this wide-range ‘clean-up’ also swept out so deeply hidden things. Ange quickly turned his head in a particular direction, imdiately detecting a familiar presence along with a rapidly recoiling branch.

Trying to shrink away? Ange’s mind locked onto the presence firmly, pursuing forward — Mind Anchor.