Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1805: 1366: Chaos Mist, Abundant

Chapter 1805: Chapter 1366: Chaos Mist, Abundant

What is the Void Origin? It is the existence that understands the Laws of the Void to the utmost and possesses the power of laws.

Ange is the Seven Powers Unified Farming Origin, and he has comprehended all seven Laws of the Void to the utmost, among which are the Undead and Space Origin required for Mind Anchor.

As for Mind Anchor, it is rely a concept. Knowing that others can achieve it this way, Ange naturally knows how to do it.

Locking in, following the opponent’s thought forward, Ange’s thought imdiately arrived in a new space where the internal space was covered by a vast stretch of plants, leaving no exposed areas. So it was unclear whether it was inside a gigantic plant or just a space covered by plants.

These plants grew in fixed intervals, sprouting branches on the plant wall, each supporting different animal and plant organs, with animal heads, limbs, organs, and even limbs of intelligent creatures, but mostly various seeds. They stood like exhibits, densely filling the entire space.

Sothing with sixteen segnts, like a large spider yet indistinguishable as animal or plant, crawled about on these plant walls.

Why is it said to be indistinguishable as plant or animal? Because its sixteen segnts are woody, both thin and long, with a tallic luster in their black surface, their hardness seeming no less than that of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms.

And its body… can’t even be called a body, rely the junction of sixteen woody segnts, was fleshy, with a ring of small eyes on one side of the fleshy joint and an embedded giant Black Crystal on the other.

This combination of animal and plant form was sothing Ange had never seen before, and since it also had a soul-containing Black Crystal, it possibly was an Undead.

Seam Monster! The na suddenly popped into Ange’s mind.

In the Undead Empire, crazy alchemists were never in short supply, with figures like Durken considered quite normal. The thing those crazy fellows loved the most was stitching various creatures together.

For instance, stitching the upper half of a human to the lower half of a horse, forming the legendary Centaur Zombie, or simply stitching a human head onto a horse’s body to form a Human Headed Horse.

Among these Seam Monsters, the most famous was the Abomination.

Later, Durken thought things like that were too disgusting, tarnishing the na of alchemists, and issued an order to ban them.

The title of King of Alchemy was not rely a nominal one; in the alchemist community, he had real prestige, and with a single order, Abominations were completely eradicated in the Undead Empire.

The creature before him was like the Abomination within Ange’s knowledge, a monstrosity stitched together from a heap of things, but it was of animal and plant stitching. Could this be the Deceit Tree’s true form?

The Seam Monster was utterly puzzled by Ange’s thought intrusion, this capability was beyond imagination, leaving it montarily clueless.

When it finally regained its wits, the side covered in small eyes split open with a big mouth, grinning bizarrely, while the surrounding plant walls began to slowly proliferate and emit waves of energy.

Ange scanned the plant walls with suspicion, a bad premonition in his heart, then quickly retreated.

Ange’s swift retreat made the Seam Monster screech, “Wait a mont.”

Yet Ange didn’t hesitate to retreat, not for a mont.

Returning to his main body, everyone was concerned about him. Seeing him arrive, Negris hurriedly asked, “Ange, what happened?”

Turning his head, Ange was stupefied, certainly sothing had occurred, if he stayed any longer, it would share Ange’s perspective to see what happened.

But before that, Ange returned.

“Deceit Tree, found it.” Ange said.

“Really? Where is it? Let’s go, take there.” The Monarch said.

Ange said, “It could, Consciousness Cage.”

Negris’s soul trembled, “What? It can do Consciousness Cages? The kind from Abyss Bridge?”

ntioning the Abyss Bridge, Negris turned to look at the Gray Divine Star.

Ange shook his head, “Kram, that kind.”

“Hiss—cutting off consciousness connection in a closed environnt?” Negris drew a sharp breath.

This was even more dangerous than the Abyss Bridge, the Abyss Bridge rely pulled consciousness in, but Kram’s kind could sever the consciousness from the main body, cutting off the connection between consciousness and subjects, once it happened, it was irreversible, the entire Soul Network would collapse, all subjects would perish.

Indeed, in that brief mont, they were already facing extinction risk?

“Indeed, this Deceit Tree is not easy to deal with, how did you return? Didn’t its Consciousness Cage affect you?” Negris asked.

“Slow.” Ange said.

Kram’s Consciousness Cage activated rapidly, as soon as energy infused the sealing layer, but this Deceit Tree needed to brew and accumulate force, ordinary people wouldn’t know what it was doing, maybe foolishly stopping to chat, but Ange imdiately saw through its intentions.

But to think, besides Kram in the Void, there was another entity capable of severing consciousness connection.

“Slow? Then it’s you who reacted fast, the slow or less knowledgeable wouldn’t know its intentions. Never mind, never mind, let’s not provoke it. If our connection to the main body is cut, we’d all be dood.” Negris said.

If calculated seriously, only Kram’s ability to sever consciousness connection posed a true threat to Ange. Even if his body were blown apart, it wouldn’t harm his main body or affect his subjects.

With the distance growing closer, even if he lost this current body, he could project back anyti, conjuring a brand new body.

Only this kind of Consciousness Cage, once caught, there’s no escaping, it is the nesis of soone like him who projects consciousness everywhere.

However, breaking this kind of Consciousness Cage isn’t too difficult, the main body simply needs to go in.

The Monarch said, “Then don’t go, stay here, just tell its location.”

Ange pointed in a direction.

The Monarch imdiately strode off in the direction Ange indicated.

Thinking it over, Ange followed too, Negris hurriedly said, “Where are you going? Let the Old Immortal handle it, he’s the main body, not afraid of this kind of Consciousness Cage.”

Ange said, “Not entering, closed space.”

Negris glanced around, reminding, “Then be mindful of the environnt, this place is too complex. If there’s a massive closed space without boundaries, it’d be troubleso.”

Like the Dinsional World of the Gray Divine Star, vast beyond asure, back then, leaving the rift open, the Void Treeman Mote didn’t even notice entering, ultimately captured alive by Ange.

But surely, no Dinsional Space could elude the weighing of Ange’s Ring of Balance.

Following the Monarch as he flew, correcting several tis along the way, Ange had to guide the Monarch to the correct direction, so Ange had to follow along, as there’s no point of reference in the Void, making it easy to veer off track.

With Ange’s final direction correction, a massive Chaos Mist ruin band appeared in front of the Monarch, asuring perhaps tens of millions of kiloters in length and width.

The Monarch dived in without looking back, only to retreat shortly after, stating, “Here, Chaos Mist, plentiful.”