Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 1976 - 1537: Let It In and Chop Off Its Head

Ten years ago, Door Handle said he needed to change bodies because his original form was locked onto by the Ti-Space Ancient Dragon, forcing him to escape and abandon his shell. He requested an Original Star Core and a Ten Thousand Realms Divine Tree Seedling from Ange, and sealed several skills with a Primitive Seal, entrusting them to Ange for safekeeping.

One of those skills, Star’s Wail, was used by Ange, and it was incredibly powerful, nearly elevating all of Ange’s skills directly to the Divine Star Level.

The original thought was that Door Handle’s strength would decline after changing bodies, so he could hide here through the Gate of No Boundary to seek refuge. Unexpectedly, what arrived was a colossal shadow with tentacles, speaking in Door Handle’s voice.

If Ange hadn’t torn open a rift and seen this shadow, they might have unguardedly opened the Gate of No Boundary and let the thing in, which would have been terrifying.

In an instant, Negris felt completely numbed, at a loss, not knowing how to respond.

"What should I do, what should I do? How do I respond to him? What is this thing? Can you guys see it clearly?" Negris shouted in the Soul Network.

"We... can’t... see... clearly..." Anthony’s voice echoed in the Soul Network, drawn out as if it had been slowed down several tis.

"Why is your voice so slow?" asked Negris, astonished.

"It’s... your... voice that’s... sped up. It seems there’s a ti rate difference between outside and inside. Outside, ti moves much faster, so your speech sounds different. Okay, I’ll adjust my speaking speed; now it’s at double speed. Does it sound normal to you now?"

"Nor...mal... Do... you... hear... ... normally...?" Negris replied, also slowing down his speech upon hearing this.

"Lord Nage, you can speak at your normal pace. Even if your speech is faster, we can still understand. So, considering this, the outside ti is about double the inside ti," Anthony said.

If it were anyone else, facing such a ti rate difference, they might be bewildered for a long ti. But not Ange and his people because they were citizens of the Space-Ti God.

When Ange consud the Red Giant Ball, he accelerated the Dinsional Space several thousand tis; while only twenty years passed outside, inside, several millennia went by.

They have witnessed ti rate differences in the thousands of tis, so this re double rate is nothing to them.

One speeds up while the other slows down, yet they managed to communicate across different ti rates.

"We can’t see what it is, just feel that it is enormous. As it approaches, the gravity in the entire area begins to behave abnormally," said Anthony.

Ursman added, "Gravity increased to four tis that on the surface of the Little Fireman, its mass is greater than the Little Fireman’s by #￥#@￥%￥."

In the garbled section is a formula that Anthony doesn’t comprehend, but Negris understands, and upon quick calculation, is shocked: "Its mass is sixty-four tis that of the Little Fireman? Impossible."

"If the density is the sa and the center of mass distance is equal, then that’s the number. However, whether the laws of this world are the sa as ours is unknown. If not, the formula is aningless. But, Lord Nage, your calculation ability is impressive," Ursman said.

"At such a ti, and you’re still complinting each other? Enough, I’ll go ask Ange," Negris muttered, quickly leaving the Boundary to find Ange and see if he could see anything.

Unexpectedly, instead of looking outward, Ange had secretly shrunk the rift that was big enough for a person to squeeze through into a tiny slit just the size of a palm and blocked it with his forehead.

The purpose of blocking the rift was not only to maintain Soul Contact but also primarily to prevent any fluctuations inside from transmitting outside and being detected by the other side.

Seeing this, Negris simply opted not to ask, and directly shared Ange’s vision.

Imdiately, Negris felt as if he had been squeezed into a narrow slit, and through this slit, he looked out. Not far from the rift, there was a massive entity moving, as large as a plane.

Despite this slit being millions of kiloters from the Gate of No Boundary, the black shadow’s body far exceeded those millions of kiloters. It approached from the other side, and just the appendages from its encroaching part filled this distance, nearly touching the slit.

If it were to touch this slit, it would imdiately discover its existence. But since Anthony and others were outside, Ange didn’t dare to close it, or else Anthony and the others would dissipate.

Though they could be resurrected, theoretically, what’s revived are not Anthony and others but new entities with their mories.

Of course, Ange wouldn’t dwell on this; only those who suffered from philosophical dilemmas would worry. What Ange was concerned about was the noise created when they dissipated, alerting the black shadow.

But luckily, the black shadow did not further deviate in this direction and most of its attention was on the Gate of No Boundary.

"What do we do now? How do we respond to it? Death God’s Staff, why don’t you project back onto my body to handle it?" Negris asked anxiously.

Negris was well aware of his own capabilities. Typically, external communication was left to Anthony, and only in unimportant situations would he speak up. Now, faced with such a bizarre circumstance, he didn’t dare say anything lightly.

Door Handle originally ntioned changing bodies, but ten years...no, according to the ti rate, twenty years had passed.

In twenty years, such a being had arrived at the gate. Where did Door Handle go? Was it devoured by this thing, or was Door Handle a part of it all along?

Anthony said, "Projection is not possible; our ti rates are different."

"What do we do now? Should I tell it you’re not here and ask it to co back later?" Negris asked.

"No, no, let think, let think. If you tell it to co back later, it won’t leave but would check around, easily finding us. Being discovered, being killed doesn’t matter much; the Lord can revive us. But doing so would be aningless, aningless."

Anthony still fixated on ’aning,’ even at such a mont, rather than his own life.

This black shadow is not here for a visit; telling it to leave and return later is not an option. The thing’s movent is cumberso, and it would surely remain here.

Now, Anthony and others were retracted into a White Crystal but not invisible. Any thought that ticulously scanned the area would find them in the crevice depression. Dying is one thing, but what if their consciousness was captured and information was leaked?

Thinking about it, Anthony said, "Whether we live or die doesn’t matter; what matters is who this guy is, why it impersonates Door Handle, what happened to Door Handle, etc. These pieces of information are very important. Given its size and mass, we certainly can’t defeat it from the outside."

At this, Anthony spoke solemnly, "Let it in, cut off its head, restrict its consciousness, and interrogate it for information."