Chapter 252 - 169 The One Who Burned My Field _3

Chapter 252: Chapter 169 The One Who Burned My Field _3

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Although the insects were tiny, their vast number gave off a life force that was as conspicuous as a forest fire in Ange’s soul.

“So much Insect Ash.” Ange mumbled to himself after staring blankly for a while.

Negris, who was reflected upon Ange, almost burst into laughter. Apparently, in Ange’s eyes, these myriad insects were nothing but fertilizer?

Now it’s not just fertilizer, but Holy Bug Ash Liquid, a magical liquid that could revive fossilized eggs back into fresh ones.

He wasn’t sure if a fried egg could be restored. If so, that would be a miraculous wonder.

“Hey, you little fellas, don’t just stand there, come, come sit over here.” A middle-aged man, looking like a farmer from a nearby corner, waved them over.

Several shy young men were beside the middle-aged farmer. Upon seeing Ange and his group, they all grinned foolishly.

Negris was also startled. This tactic was smart, both humans and Minotaurs have limited visibility at night, and the black, tiny insects would be almost invisible in the pitch dark. Wouldn’t they only notice them when they crawled onto their feet?

Humans are in trouble now. They hoped the protective shield could hold up, but it seemed unlikely. The bugs didn’t launch an attack yesterday and chose to attack today instead, most likely because they were gathering in numbers.

Furthermore, yesterday the Flying Fire Meteor hit the protective shield, clearly testing the strength of the shield. Meaning, today’s attack indicates that the bug-herder has tested the shield strength, sure of their chances to break it, and were ready to strike.

Negris racked his brains but couldn’t come up with any good solutions to deal with the insects at night.

Just then, flames erupted from Ange’s head, and he angrily said, “Turus! He’s the one who burned my field!” After saying that, he rushed to the city wall, leapt down, passed through the barrier unhindered, and landed on the ground. Then, he took out the Scythe of Death and quickly rushed towards the hill on the right side of the city.

The Little Zombie and Little Angel hurriedly followed.

Looking up, Negris saw a bonfire blazing on the hill of the fortress, its flames twisted with an occasional face showing up amidst them, exuding a formidable demonic aura.

What Turus? It was clearly a powerful demon.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s not Turus. You can’t just perceive every demon as the one who burned your field!” Negris shouted, exasperated.