The head of the menacing iron zombie was held down, and its entire body stopped in place. Then it found that its claws could not reach the enemy.
I grabbed it randomly a few times, but I couldn't reach the enemy. Ange's arm was a little longer than his.
The iron zombie immediately changed its target and scratched Ange's arm with its sharp claws, making a squeaking sound immediately.
After grabbing it for a few times, the iron zombie suddenly felt that he couldn't grasp anything with his hands. He took his hand back and looked, hey, where are the nails? Why are they smoothed?
I looked at Ange's arm in confusion and saw only a white and tender arm, but it obviously didn't feel like this when I grabbed it.
The Iron Zombie scratched it again and scratched it with his fingers. He immediately saw that his fingers cut into the skin, and then he scratched something hard.
Seeing that it was so dazed, Ange took off his hat with his other hand, revealing his own skeleton and the purple-gold hand bones.
The tin zombie was even more confused. He subconsciously continued to grab Ange's arm with his hands. There was a squeaking sound. Hey, his fingers were smoothed?
Ho ho! The tin zombie roared hoarsely, shook hands into a fist, and smashed Ange's hand with all his strength.
Not moving at all, even after a few hits, the iron zombie glared at Ange with cloudy eyes, turned around silently, and walked back into the passage.
After seeing the performance of the iron zombie, Negris held his chin and said: "Well, the intelligent ones are not zombies, but lichs."
Ange pulled out the straw and the group walked into the cemetery.
This is an empty underground space. There are some traces of man-made construction in the edge area. There are rows of sarcophagi on the flat ground. Each one is sealed. Only one sarcophagus is open, the ugly iron one.
The lich sat next to the sarcophagus with his knees crossed.
Seeing Ange and his entourage walk in, the Lich glanced at them faintly, stood up, climbed into the sarcophagus, and silently closed the cover.
"Oh, you're still angry? It should be my descendant, I'm going to give him a slap." Lisa said.
He walked to the sarcophagus and pulled hard, and the heavy sarcophagus lid opened with a splash.
The iron lich pulled up the cover, which was not inconsistent, but when the delicate and fair Lisa pulled it open, it felt even more inconsistent.
Lightning struck, and he couldn't help but move closer to Nigris and asked in a low voice: "The old witch is also a lich. What level is she?"
Nigris thought for a while and said: "I didn't pay attention, but she has a soul heart, so she should also be made of iron."
"No wonder." Lightning suddenly said, "Hitting someone really hurts."
The lich in the sarcophagus was also stunned. He stared blankly at the delicate Lisa who opened the lid with one hand and did not react for a moment.
Lisa grabbed its ankles, pulled out the sarcophagus, and cursed: "What generation of children are you from? Why are you so rude? You just don't say hello when you see people, but you still touch them? Who taught you
? Let me teach you a lesson for your ancestors and grandpa, and tell you which generation you are from!"
Lisa would pat it on the head if it cursed, and pat it if it cursed.
The Iron Lich was woken up by the slap, and he roared and reached out to grab it.
"Hey, you still dare to fight back?" Lisa grabbed the Iron Lich's hand, pulled it forward, pulled it to the ground, stepped on its back, used the holy light, and slapped it hard.
Up to its ass.
A thick-skinned iron zombie won't hurt even if your butt is smashed. But don't forget, Lisa was once the Saint of Light. The holy light in her hand has bonus damage to undead creatures. A slap
Going down, the Iron Lich howled miserably.
The Iron Lich screamed in pain and stretched out his hand to catch Lisa, but Lisa's foot stepped on its back, like a giant stepping on its back, and the joints were so stiff that it could not reach its back at all.
The screams made Lightning and Negris look at each other and suddenly thought of something: "Felin is afraid of his wife. I understand why he is afraid of his wife."
"Ahhhhhhh!" The Iron Lich did not give in. It howled miserably, and suddenly a blazing soul flame rose up from its body. It struggled hard, pushed Lisa away, and turned around to rush towards her.
Lisa was also very angry. She was so angry that she wanted to beat her to death on the spot when she saw her juniors being disobedient and polite.
Well, it seems that he was dead to begin with...it is not certain whether he has retained the memory of his life. If he has not retained the memory, then this is just an undead creature that has invaded the body of his descendant.
Realizing this, Lisa's eyes suddenly changed. She was no longer timid and cautious, replaced by sharpness.
Holy light lit up from her body, and a shadow came across the sky, gently holding her in his arms. Layers of armor circled up, turning into a beautiful armor. In the hands of the armor,
Holding a handful of rice ears...
Everyone was confused. The Iron Lich was confused because it was so cool. Did this person transform to hit himself?
Lisa was confused. As a Saint of Light, it was reasonable for her to subconsciously summon the Holy Spirit to possess her when she exploded. However, she had not summoned the Holy Spirit for more than a thousand years. She did not dare to do so before, but later she no longer had the Holy Spirit.
Now when she summoned her subconsciously, something possessed her? And the armor was also applied to her body?
Nigris was even more confused. He looked at the ears of rice in Lisa's hand and said, "Ear of Harvest? Goddess of Harvest? Did you summon the Goddess of Harvest?"
"I...I don't know either." Lisa hurriedly pushed hard, pushing the Iron Lich to the ground, grabbed its legs, and threw it high into the air, then slapped it to the ground and threw it high into the air again.
Shot to the ground again.
After going back and forth several times, the Iron Lich fell to the ground paralyzed and could no longer get up. Lisa smashed its skeleton into pieces.
It only took five seconds to get it done. Lisa hurried over and showed the armor on her body to everyone: "Quick, quick, quick, see what's going on? When I used the Holy Light, my brain twitched and I summoned
The Holy Spirit immediately felt that something was condensed and formed by me, and then summoned me."
As soon as she finished speaking, the armor on Lisa's body turned into spots of light and disappeared quickly.
"Hey, why did it disappear?" Lisa asked.
"You can't bear this power. You said you felt something condensed and formed by you? But you can't bear this power. What's going on? And why was the Harvest Goddess summoned by you as the Holy Spirit Angel?
"Nigris was also at a loss.
The God of Knowledge also needs something to happen before it can be transformed into knowledge. If such a thing has never happened, then it cannot know what is going on.
Everyone gathered around and discussed seriously, allowing Lisa to describe repeatedly the various changes and feelings she had just experienced.
Nigris had no clue at all, but after Ange listened, he said: "Shamara, Gray Angel."
It was as if a bolt of lightning penetrated Nigris's soul, making him suddenly enlightened and jump up excitedly:
"Xia Mara created the Gray Angel, you couldn't have created a Harvest Goddess, right? No, no, the Harvest Goddess's godhead is still there because you can steal her divine power. Could it be? What did you define?