The Exotic Land Reclamation of Vegetable Skeletons

Chapter 1108 Can’t you just pretend you don’t know me?

People like Ang are prone to going off topic. This is not the first time. When talking about something, they lose track of where the topic is going. They will also do this in front of others, often making them very angry.

But there is no way, Ang's level is too high, so the people below will habitually look at the problem from Ang's level, and always try to find the root cause. It would be strange if they don't go off topic.

How can a witch like you be more important than the law of sustainability?

But to others, this is a complete disregard, which is worse than humiliation, and few people can stand it.

The witch is treated as a treasure at home and is usually respected and admired. How could she tolerate such disregard? She couldn't help but speak out and remind them.

But when everyone turned their attention to her, she couldn't help but feel a little scared, and said with all her might: "Who are you? What have you done to me? I warn you, let me go immediately, otherwise my Lord God will kill you all."

"Oh! Lord God?" Everyone instantly perked up and gathered around with great interest: "Who is your Lord God? What's his name? What abilities does he have? How are you going to kill us?"

The witch couldn't help but shrink her neck. It would have been fine if she didn't mention the God, but why did it feel like these people became even more excited after mentioning the God?

But in this situation, the only one the witch could rely on was the Lord God. She had no choice but to stiffen her neck and say: "My Lord God is an omnipotent star god. He has the ability to shatter stars. He can smash this plane into powder with one punch and annihilate you into nothingness with a breath."

Nagris muttered, "Shattering the stars? That means possessing the power of chaos, annihilating into nothingness, that means possessing the power of darkness, the origin of the dual power?"

"It could also be that he's just bragging. Why are you worrying about it?" Anthony said unhappily.

"I'm not bragging, my Lord God really has this kind of power, please let me go quickly." The witch said angrily.

Anthony smiled amiably and said, "It's not that we don't trust you, it's mainly because we want to see it for ourselves. How about you call your Lord to come over and perform?"

No matter how dumb the witch was, she knew that the god she had brought out obviously did not scare the other party, so she could only call out to the god silently in her heart and said angrily: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"I'll ask you some questions, and I'll let you go if you answer them to your satisfaction," Anthony said.

"You can ask me to answer your questions, but you have to tell me first, what did you do to me? Why did I become like this?" The witch pointed at herself, especially the white crystal in the shadow.

"This is the core of the body that carries the mind. We just take it out." Anthony responded, but it was as if he had said nothing.

Everyone knows that you can take it out. What the witch wants to know is why Ange can take it out? Why is she imprisoned in it?

Unfortunately, the questions she asked were not tactful, and Anthony gave her a roundabout way. Even though she had answered them, she was so angry that she didn't know what to do.

Anthony didn't care about that and started asking, "Which plane and area is the Stonehenge you mentioned? How can we get there?"

This was not information that needed to be kept secret, because even if she didn't say it, others could get it from other people in the caravan, or even from people who had traded with them.

Anthony also knew the location a long time ago, but interrogation requires skills. He started with small, harmless questions and gradually broke through the other party's psychological defenses until he got all the answers.

The witch looked like a young person who was inexperienced, spoiled but kind, and a little confused about the importance of things.

There are many people of this type in high religious circles. They are too well protected (restricted) and often lack knowledge of the outside world. Their responses appear naive and childish.

Although Angel easily subdued her, she had no idea how terrifying the existence in front of her was. Even if she called out the God behind her, it was of no use.

Anthony was very experienced in dealing with this kind of people. Seeing that she had a good nature and knew that there was an insect plague in the underground city, she personally gave her subordinates things to control the insects, so Anthony had a good impression of her.

After some questioning, Anthony got almost everything he wanted to know. But what he wanted to know the most was: "How do you know that it was not a plague but an insect plague? Did an insect plague also occur in your area?"

The witch shook her head: "No, the omniscient god told me."

"Is that stone also given to you by your god? What kind of stone is that?" Anthony asked.

A piece of stone could prevent an insect plague? Anthony didn't quite believe it, but the insect plague in the underground city had long been cleared by Hemel, so it was impossible to verify it for the time being.

Duroken, who had taken the stone to study immediately, came back and handed over the stone wrapped in cloth and said:
"The composition inside is very complex, with different substances mixed together, wrapped in a secretion, and hardened. There are also some traces of acid corrosion and some traces left after the death of some bacterial strains. In summary, this is a fecal egg."

"Puff..." Nagris, who had just received it in his hand and was about to put his nose up to smell it, almost spit out blood and threw it away.

"Hey, why did you throw it away? It's already dry and not dirty." Although he said this, Duroken still covered his hands with a cloth and picked it up carefully. Although it was not dirty in theory, he felt uncomfortable.

"Bah, bah, bah, why didn't you tell me earlier, what the hell is this shit?" Negris asked angrily.

"I don't know about that. It should be some kind of powerful insect. Its excrement carries the pheromones of the main body. When insects smell it, they will hide far away. Maybe it wants to use this to drive away insects." Duroken said.

"Where is Humel? Let Humel smell it." Negris suggested.

Soon Hemel called back, and it arched its body in the distance, looking alert: "Yes, a big bug."

"Is this it?" Duroken showed the dung ball wrapped in cloth.

Hemel approached cautiously, circled around the dung ball, and then relaxed his vigilance: "It's it, a big bug, poop."

"Do you know what kind of bug it is?" Anthony asked.

Humer shook his head: "I don't know."

Anthony turned to the witch: "You know...what's wrong with you? Why is your expression so dark?"

At this moment, the witch looked like she had stepped on poop, and said madly: "I have been carrying it with me for a long time, and you tell me this is a dung egg!?"

"Well, it's not dirty anyway. It's okay. Herders often use cow dung to cook. Do you know any giant insects?" Anthony asked.

"I don't know him." The witch said depressedly.

"Ask your Lord."

"Maybe he was too far away, so he couldn't hear my prayers and didn't respond."

"Haha, tell him that if he doesn't come to see us, then we will go find him." Anthony said kindly.

The witch was stunned for a moment. What did that mean? Could it be that the Lord God didn't respond to her not because he was too far away, but because he was afraid of the people in front of him?

Half believing and half doubting, the witch added Anthony's words to her shouts. After two or three times, a helpless voice sounded in her heart: "Damn it, can't you just pretend you don't know me?"