Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton - Chapter 447

Chapter 447: Chapter 264: No Wonder Ange is Excited _2
The appearance of the monster startled everyone, making them instinctively want to retreat. Yet as they retreated, they found the crowd behind them pressing forward, blocking their way back. This made everyone start cursing angrily, “Why are you pushing? Move back!”

Behind them came a mournful voice, “There are… more this way.”

“Ha ha ha, you’re already surrounded. But don’t panic, as long as you don’t make any drastic moves, my children won’t hurt you,” the handsome figure said.

“Who are you?” someone asked loudly.

Someone recognized him and said loudly, “I remember him, he’s that eunuch singer, what’s his name, Paro.”

The handsome Paro pinched his nose, saying in embarrassment, “That was just a disguise to hide my true identity, don’t worry about it, forget it, or I’ll let my children gnaw on you.”

The fish-headed frog-like monsters all made hissing sounds.

Paro waved his hand and the monsters around him quickly quieted down. He said, “Hello everyone, I’m Paro, a beast tamer. I’m pleased to meet you all. You’ve been surrounded, so if you don’t want to become food for my children, please, cooperate.”

“What do you want to do?” Negris asked curiously.

“Oh, I recognize you, little dragon-man. I want to do what you’re doing. So that’s how it works? Taking over a plane, you’re really creative. I don’t know how you made a connection with Pope Anthony, but I believe you would be more than willing to transfer the plane right certificate to me.” Paro smiled and said.

Negris scratched his head and asked, “Is it just you?”

“No, also my children. You think you can defeat all my children?” Paro spread his hands out, smiling.

As he moved, hissing sounds came from all directions. The Light Sandbank and nearby waterways were all filled with black fish and those fish-headed frog-like monsters.

“There’s no need to defeat your kids, just killing you would be enough,” Luther spoke in a coarse voice, stuffing a beet into his mouth, and then created an Energy Sword.

“Oh! A High-level Sword Saint? So cool, I’m so scared,” Paro pretended to be scared with an exaggerated tone.

Following his words, a fish-faced frog-bodied monster suddenly bit its companion, cannibalizing its kind, growing legs, torso, hands as it ate.

By the time it had consumed the fourth one, it had become a human being, with a handsome face like Paro’s. The only difference was its monstrous and fierce eyes. When it opened its mouth, it revealed a set of sharp teeth.

“Unless you can kill all my children, killing me is useless, ha ha ha,” Paro laughed loudly.

Negris felt his heart tense, suddenly realizing something and shouted, “You’re not a beast tamer, you’re an Insect God worshiper, a believer in Hermorthos!”

Oh my god, Negris now understood what these monsters were. They were actually insects, which explained why Ange was so excited to plunge into the waterway. These were all insects!

After growing the soilless rice in the water for four months, Ange’s biggest expenditure was the Insect Ash Liquid. Ange had even started to dig out the heart of Hermorthos recently, ready to study how to mass produce insects.

Ange was worrying about insects, and Paro was bringing it on his doorstep. If this wasn’t perfect timing then what was? No wonder Ange was excited. So many insects, how much Insect Ash Liquid could they make by burning them all?

Paro’s face changed drastically, his eyes fiercely fixing on Negris. He felt a sense of indignation at his identity being unveiled and yelled, “What gives you the right to mention the name of the Insect God, kneel!”

“Hehe, even Hermorthos wouldn’t dare to say that I don’t have the right. Even if I pee on it, it won’t make a sound. Do you believe it?” Negris said with a grin, ready to urinate on Hermorthos’ heart if the opponent dared to disbelieve.

Perhaps sensing something, Lightning raised its head vigilantly and looked around.

Paro shouted angrily, “Do you really want to die? Are you all not afraid of death? If I let my children loose, whoever they bite, I won’t be able to control. I still need you to stay alive to help me control this plane. If you don’t want to die, kneel down!”

Negris and the others almost burst into laughter, but the other adventurers couldn’t help but hesitate, looking at each other in uncertainty, unsure if they should kneel or not. The array of monsters across the hillside was rather intimidating. They were not familiar with Ange and didn’t want to get involved in the conflict between both parties.

Seeing everyone’s indecision, Negris couldn’t help but propose: “Why don’t you have your bugs back off a bit and leave some space for those who don’t want to die? If it comes to fighting, kneeling won’t help them much.”

Upon hearing this, Paro quickly demanded his bugs to clear out a space for any adventurers who wished to withdraw.

Most adventurers who didn’t want to die naturally chose to stay out of the conflict and retreated to the cleared area, which included the adventurer whose leg had just been healed by Ange.

Negris didn’t mind their retreating; it was even better with them out of the way.

“Alright, everyone, let’s start.” Negris ordered.

The eager Little Angel was the first to spread her wings. A beam of light shone on Paro and erased him from sight.

The former-monster-turned-man next to him had his ferocious gaze slowly shift to astonishment. Clearly, Paro’s consciousness had transferred to this new body, but he seemed somewhat caught off guard; with so many bugs at his disposal, wasn’t there any fear? Why were they so decisive in their attack?

“You…” he managed, but before he could continue, a pillar of black light – the Breath of Death: Shockwave – hit him and he disappeared once more.

The prepared Lightning reared back and swung its head forcefully, sending its woolen cap flying off, revealing its single horn. The lightning that had been gathering was unleashed, striking down among the bugs and forming a web of electricity that moved outwards.

Wherever the electrical web went, the incongruous fusion of fish-head and frog-body creatures straightened out and toppled over, lifeless.

The cap that had been flicked away twisted in the air, extending its stubby limbs and landed neatly on the ground.

Luther wielded his twin swords, charging into the mass of bugs. His swords created an impenetrable barrier, reducing the insects to flying debris.

The Purple Skeleton Titans were hopping around. Their huge frames were not advantageous against these bugs, they could only hop as much as possible to prevent the bugs from landing on them.

No one paid attention to the shoal of fish-bugs that were still in the water and had not participated in the battle. Suddenly, without any signs, they flipped over, lifeless.

Some fish-bugs that were still alive discovered the corpses of their kind and, without any hesitation, bit into them. After eating half of the dead bugs, they too fell over, dead. Their carcasses then became food for the other bugs.

In this way, the fish-bugs in the waterways died successively, rolling out like a tide, then there was nothing left of them but their husks.

Negris quickly noticed this scene and took a sharp intake of breath: “Did you pour insecticide into the water? Have you no conscience?”

“Conscience? What’s that?” Ange brushed off a batch of fish-bug carcasses as he rushed out of the waterway, leaving a footprint in the sand.

Paro, whose consciousness had shifted to some unknown corner, finally noticed that something was wrong. The strength of a bug master lies in war of attrition with the bugs’ vast numbers. But if this continued, even a great number of bugs wouldn’t seem sufficient, would it?

Wanting to flee, the fish-bugs and frog-monsters received his message and began to retreat in a manner reminiscent of a receding tide.

“Don’t let them escape!” Negris shouted. “If they get into the sea, we’ll have real trouble. They’ll overrun this plane of existence, including your rice paddies.”

This was a marine world, teeming with various marine life. If even a single bug made it into the ocean, it could easily amass another wave of bugs. Ange wouldn’t have to farm anymore, he could devote his time to killing bugs.

Ange pulled out something which was about the size of a watermelon and pulsated like a heart in his hand.

As soon as the object appeared, all the bugs went insane. They stopped retreating and rushed towards Ange in frenzy.

The Instant Death Halo couldn’t kill all the bugs immediately. Despite Ange’s best efforts, some bugs would still manage to bite into the heart in his hand. As soon as a bug bit into the heart, it seemed to melt and merge with it.