"Why does this thing look like the divine shell of a little ghost?" Nigris said in astonishment when he saw the iron ball hanging in the center.
The main body of the little ghost is the Godhead of light, and the Godhead of light is in the inner divine shell of the Holy Heaven. The divine shell is not only the container of the divine personality, but also a kind of restriction, which firmly imprisons the divine personality in the shell.
Of course, that was all in the past. In the divine shell, Ange had a strange divine battle with the God of Arbitration, which eventually wiped out everything about the God of Arbitration. The out-of-control light godhead was killed by the little ghost.
Constant erosion and transformation, eventually replacing it.
For the little ghost now, the divine shell is just its container. Its power has been integrated with the entire sacred heaven during its journey of breaking through the endless void.
But the thing in front of me that resembles a god shell is suspended in the air, and roars are constantly coming from it. It is obviously not a container, but more like a restriction.
The two iron chains hanging the iron ball are also constantly transmitting energy. It is obviously the same as the Holy Heaven, using its power to drive the entire magic circle. No wonder Nigris said it is very similar to the divine shell.
Ange also agreed, nodded, raised his finger and shook it.
The little ghost appeared and looked at him blankly.
"Spit out what you just ate," Ange said.
The little ghost spit out a ball of consciousness.
Mawani looked at Ange in front of him tremblingly, his whole consciousness was trembling. He never knew that he was so weak, that someone could subdue him with one move, and even the other person's pet could be subdued with a single blow.
Devour it, leaving no room for resistance.
During the time when it was swallowed by the little ghost, it only felt that all its power was passing away quickly. In the end, all its power was stripped away, leaving only a lonely ball of consciousness.
However, forget it, the little ghost still left a shell for it, so that even if it loses all its strength and body, its consciousness can still exist alone.
What kind of ability is this? Mawani can't imagine that this is beyond its cognition. It doesn't understand how the other party does it. It can't even figure out how the other party swallows it.
Obviously its limbs are all over the entire plane, how did the other party accurately capture its consciousness and then swallow it in one bite?
The more I thought about it, the less I understood it, and the less I understood it, the more afraid I became, and finally I shivered.
Ange didn't embarrass it. He pointed at the iron ball downward and asked, "What is that?"
After Ange finished asking, he turned to look at Anthony. Anthony understood and asked: "What are you?"
"I...I am the Silent Vine, Marwani." Marwani responded.
"Silent Magic Vine? What is that? A plant or an animal? What do you usually rely on to gain strength?" Negris interjected and asked.
Mawani said hesitantly: "I am a creature of the void. I rely on silence and emptiness to obtain energy, and occasionally eat something."
Silence? What energy can silence have? Eating?
"What to eat?" Nigris asked.
"It's those things thrown out by humans, such as the most nutritious skins, cores, branches of plants, and the most nutritious bones of animals," Mawani said.
"Pfft...the most nutritious? Aren't those kitchen wastes? Are they treating you as a food waste processor? Shouldn't they be feeding you garbage?" Nigris laughed.
Sure enough, in addition to the kitchen waste, there are a lot of messy things, which are obviously garbage, but Mawani doesn't think so. After all, compared with the things that humans eat, the things thrown to it are more nutritious.
After asking Mawani, the little ghost swallowed it again, but this time it was not transformed, but teleported to the Holy Heaven. The mouth of the little ghost can not only fix the skills into real objects, but also a space channel that penetrates the Holy Heaven.
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"What a good ancient god. It has a garbage disposal, a range alarm, and plane decorations, but its strength is a bit weak." Nigris admired.
When he heard that he was weak, Duroken immediately retorted: "It's not weak at all, okay? Listen to it."
After saying that, he picked up a fragment of Malwani and scraped it hard with his fingertips several times, only leaving a few white marks.
Duroken's current body is that of an undead soldier. The hardness of his fingers is already at the purple-gold level, but he can only scratch out white marks, which shows the hardness of these fragments.
"If you are not an adult, if you replace it with a team of mourning undead soldiers, you can be directly trapped in its vine forest. I don't know if its defense ability against the original power is strong. If it has a certain strength, then it will be very powerful.
Good alchemical materials." Duroken became more and more excited as he talked.
He couldn't help but be excited, and going around in such a big circle might just be a boring journey for Ange, but for Duroken, it was an immersive treasure hunt.
What is the treasure that an alchemist desires most? Not gold jewelry, not artifacts and equipment, but materials, new materials, advanced new materials.
Since being summoned, Duroken has already encountered fragments of Devouring Power, Source of Water, Source of Crystal, and now the Silent Demonic Vine. There are already four new materials beyond imagination.
Materials of this level would usually lead to lengthy books and hundreds of chapters when encountering them. Now they all appeared in front of him, which made him feel both painful and happy. The happy thing was that he had already thought of many ways to apply them.
If more of their characteristics are discovered, the application methods will definitely be enriched several times, and then combined, they can be improved several times.
But the painful thing is that he has no time to verify these ideas of his. He can't even study the characteristics of the materials. For example, this Silent Demonic Vine can't be scratched with his hands. It can't be cut or crushed at all. It needs to be
Make new tools from scratch.
Duroken really wants Ange to throw him back now, but he is reluctant. What if new higher-level materials appear later?
One thing that can be foreseen now is the divine shell below. Duroken has long been interested in the divine shell that can accommodate and imprison the Lord God of Light. In the past, he did not dare to mention it because it was the shelter of the little ghost.
There is a similar one now. Is it okay to let him peel off a layer of debris? Is it okay to rub the mark on it? Is it okay to throw a magic spell on it?
While I was thinking about it, the control tower below suddenly connected to the communication. A voice said: "Control tower, Adjutant Barbos, do you hear my voice? I am ready to launch the world-destroying strike again.
Bombard the Immortal City and see who can block my world-destroying attack."
"Yes, Lord Beimian." Barbos responded loudly. After cutting off the communication, he immediately gave a loud order: "Prepare a world-destroying blow, increase the energy level, come and torture the gods!"
Immediately, someone took a special stick, walked to the platform, and banged the suspended iron ball with all his strength. Amidst the clanging sound, a painful roar came from the god's shell.
Anthony looked at Duroken, looked at the silver coins, nodded towards them, then turned to Ange and said: "Sir, please scan the formation, leave the others to us, and take action if you miss any."