The little angel wanted to let the holy light shine, but was carried back by Ange. The little zombie jumped down directly. When he was about to fall to the water, he opened his feet and "stepped" on the water and rushed across the moat.
The soul armor surged up from its body, covering its whole body, and two hoes formed in its hands.
"Death Sword Master! It's Death Sword Master! Everyone, be careful." The pursuing knight shouted in panic.
The egg dragon Nigris muttered: "Death Sword Master? What nonsense? Oh, they thought the little zombie was a living person, and then armored the soul and thought it was the Death Sword Master? Is there such a profession in this world? When did it learn it?
Walking in the air?"
"Death Sword Master? Yes, you are a professional who practices soul fighting, and everyone is as thin as a zombie. How can you admit your mistake?" Locus whipped out her sword and shouted: "Then I can also pretend to be death.
Swordsman, kill!"
After saying that, he raised his sword and ran down the castle.
"Where are you running to?" Nigris asked in confusion.
"I'm going to get on the boat, but I can't jump over!" Rocks shouted as she ran off.
"...Hasn't she learned how to use her soul energy?" Duroken and Negris looked at each other.
By the time she took the boat and rowed to the other side, she had almost finished fighting the little zombies. She faced the charging enemies with a death breath shock wave every time, and then rushed up, crashing, hoeing, crashing, hoeing...
The remaining little angels, who were restricted from using amplified moves, punched their eyes one after another, and all of them had black circles.
After tying up the remaining enemies alive and escorting them back to the castle, Locks murmured in despair: "I'm a good cook."
The arrival of people like Ange greatly affected her self-confidence. She originally thought that she was the most powerful lich in this desert, but she didn't expect that Ange would bring a little loli here and he would be much more fierce than her.
What she didn't know was that Ange had restricted the little angel from using the holy power of light, otherwise it would be even worse.
After all, this is a world of undead creatures. There is no need to reveal too many things about the Church of Light to avoid attracting too much attention. Even Ange took off his Holy Spirit armor.
"It's really good. Forget it, I'm giving you an advantage." Nigris flew over and stretched out his little paw to touch her forehead.
A stream of information poured into Rox's soul, all about basic techniques of soul energy manipulation.
Among the chased people who had fled, one of them ran back quickly, dismounted on the shore, and shouted gratefully: "Thank you, thank you for saving my life. Your kindness will always be remembered by the Dulett family."
, there is no reward for being on the run, so please accept our little kindness."
He took out a piece of stuff from his pocket and put it on the ground. He took a few more bites and the guy led the horse backwards. After retreating for a distance, he got on the horse and drove away.
"This guy is quite polite." Nigris said with great joy and flew down in a comfortable mood.
Although the little angel and little zombie did not save them, they are grateful for the benefits, which is very gratifying.
The thing I got from that guy was a badge, made of solid gold, heavy, probably weighing several taels, equivalent to more than a dozen gold coins.
"Did you even get the family crest as a thank you gift? That's really a dead end. Hey, why does this mark look familiar?" Nigris held the gold coin, which weighed several taels, and flew up with difficulty.
"Zobada, is it so heavy? No, no, no, am I so weak? Ange, if you don't make your body bigger for me, I will take advantage of you!" Negris cursed in a low voice.
When I came back, especially the word 'cai', my voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"Duroken, look at this mark. Why do I think it's the mark of your alchemist king?" Nigris said, pointing to a mark on the badge.
Du Luoken looked at it, took out his Midas Touch and compared it carefully, and said: "It is indeed my hidden seal inscription. Although there are some changes, the main body is indeed my hidden seal. What's going on? What's going on here?
How come there is my inscription on the indigenous badge?"
Adding one's own inscriptions in inconspicuous places is a bad taste and anti-theft method of many master craftsmen, such as the inner wall of the wine bottle pipe, the stitching of silk underwear, and the soles of the statues.
While the work remains intact, these hidden inscriptions are difficult to discover unless special means are used or it is broken.
If someone copies the same thing but misses the inscription, it will be easily revealed.
This inscription is the logo used by Duroken to prevent theft. It uses some simple lines to make the inscription as small as possible and make it easier to engrave into small corners.
Duroken's formal inscription is similar to it, but it will be more complex and have more lines, but no matter which one it is, if the two are put together, anyone can see their connection at a glance.
"Could it be that some of your works ended up here, and someone discovered the hidden inscription and thought it looked pretty, so they stole it and used it as a family crest?" Negris guessed.
Duroken rolled his eyes: "Do you think it's possible? Even His Majesty and Your Excellency can only project their thoughts. What works of mine can end up here?"
A flash of light flashed across their souls: "The home of the deceased!"
"Someone found the hidden inscription I left in the house of the deceased, so they stole it to use as a family emblem?" Duroken speculated.
"It's not necessarily the home of the deceased. Maybe His Majesty also built some of your things and restored your inscriptions by the way. Then some people thought that this kind of inscription was very mysterious and could be seen on many things, so they stole it.
Come and use it." Nigris said.
This is the most reasonable speculation.
Du Luoken's eyes flickered: "Across the world, I can meet a family that uses my mark as a emblem. This is the arrangement of the God of Destiny. I will go find them."
Nigris curled his lips: "Maybe they are not using this emblem, but they destroyed the family that used this emblem and robbed it?"
When Lightning is not around, everyone can tell that the second most foul-mouthed one is this brass dragon.
Duroken took out his cloak and put it on, then rolled it up and disappeared. Then, an invisible big foot kicked Nigris, and he lost control and fell into the flowerpot next to him.
Not long after, the fleeing team came back with Duroken in a nervous and excited mood.
"What's going on? I came back with you so easily? How did you gain their trust?" Nigris leaned closer and asked in a low voice.
These guys were on the run, and their vigilance was at its strongest. When they thanked them just now, they just had a few drinks on the other side of the river and had no intention of going into the town to rest.
After Duroken caught up with them, how easily did he gain the other party's trust? Aren't they afraid that Duroken would be hostile and arrest them to collect the reward?
"This Dulet family are all alchemists. I can just use a few alchemy skills. They know the goods." Du Luoken responded in a low voice.
As expected, when the Dulett family came over, they treated Duroken with great respect: "Lord Duroken, thank you for taking us in. It is our honor to be able to accompany you and listen to your confession."
The leader of the Dulett family was also the man who bowed to them and left a gift of thanks, named Wright. There were seven people in their party, two men and five women. Except for Wright and a little boy, the other five
They are all adult women, ranging from eighteen or nineteen to thirty years old.
Nigris looked at them carefully and felt a little strange.
"They seem a little weird." Nigris asked doubtfully.
Duroken nodded, he had discovered it a long time ago, turned to Wright and said: "Explain to Mr. Naig what's special about you."
Wright and the women looked embarrassed and resisted instinctively. They looked at each other hesitantly and reluctantly took off their clothes.
As soon as he took off his clothes, Nigris saw what was strange. Each of these seven people actually had a part of his limbs missing, and what replaced those multiple limbs was a structural structure.
At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted. Everyone came over to take a look, and the little angel curiously went up and poked the metal arm of one of the women.
Locks was even more shocked and said: "I know who you are, the Dulett family, the half-demon family."
Wright politely reached out and grabbed his head, wanting to take off his hat to salute, but found that his hat had already been taken off, and the hand he raised was a metal arm with a rough shell riveted together with rivets.
Several of the rivets have fallen off, and the shell has cracked a crack. Through the crack, some structures inside can be seen, such as the gear screw and the like.
Maybe I was afraid that debris would fall in, so I wrapped it with gauze, but the gauze couldn't block the fine sand, and a lot of fine sand still leaked in, and combined with the lubricating grease, it turned into black lumps.
Wright and others' faces darkened, they pulled up their clothes one after another, and said with a wry smile: "There are no half-demon people, they are just poor disabled people."
After his explanation, Ange and others understood the origin of the Dulett family.
"Although Durette is called a family, we are not related by blood. We are all disabled and came together because of physical defects."
"Our first clan leader is a powerful alchemist who can refine various structural limbs. If there are disabled people who are willing to learn from him, he will also teach them patiently."
"After his death, the disabled alchemists who had studied with him spontaneously united together and were known as the Dulett Family. In fact, we are more like a mutual aid association, but calling it a family can make us disabled orphans more capable.
There is a sense of belonging.”
"Everyone in our family was rescued by our elders from all over the world. There are congenital defects and acquired injuries."
Wright's mouth was dry and his stomach was growling. He had been running away for so long and hadn't eaten anything.
Ange took out the fairy beans, one for each person.
Although he was shocked, Wright thought it was some special alchemy item and continued after eating:
"But ordinary people don't understand us disabled people. When they see our mutilated limbs, they will instinctively reject and resist us. They will even slander us as half-demon people who rely on blood and the internal organs of living people to gain the ability to move."
"In the past, there were undead creatures to maintain order, but since the starburst, the whole world has become chaotic. Those who are chasing us are the slave-catching teams of the Behemoth Chamber of Commerce. They want to capture us as slaves."
"There were more than thirty people who escaped along the way, and now there are only seven of us left."
As Wright spoke, his heart sank, because he found that although everyone listened carefully, there was no expression of sympathy or pity on their faces, as if their suffering was not in the eyes of these people.
Not a big deal.
Instead, he was more curious about the constructed limbs on their bodies. As he spoke, the slap dragon and the alchemist master started talking.
"The defects in these adults are not fatal, but the defects in the child are very fatal. If not treated, it will be difficult for him to survive to adulthood." Negris said in a low voice.
I saw that there was a hole missing in the little boy's chest, replaced by a metal structure, and there were faint traces of blood flow.
"Congenital heart disease? The heart is a bit underdeveloped. It relies on structural structures to transport blood. However, as you grow older, new structural parts must be replaced every once in a while. In the process, if you are not careful, it will
Die." Duroken responded in a low voice.
"So, it's not that the flaws in these adults are not fatal, it's that those with fatal flaws don't live long?" Negris said.
"It is estimated that although the technology is quite crude, the idea is very good. Use structural structures to replace the defects on the body. At least those defects that are not fatal will not affect the quality of life. When you see them fleeing, you can't see it at all.
It's a disability." Duroken nodded in approval.
Being able to apply construction techniques to this aspect was something he had never imagined. Zombies and skeletons could be replaced wherever they were broken. Why would construction techniques be needed? A carpenter could do it.
"It seems that the technology of the Lich Phylactery is used, but it doesn't fit well with flesh and blood. This material is not good. It will have a rejection reaction with the flesh. If it can grow with the flesh, then as the age increases, the flesh and blood will
It will also be stretched, so you don’t need to change it every once in a while,” Nigris said.
Du Luoken's eyes lit up and he suddenly said: "Don't you always dislike your body growing up? I have a good idea."
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"What can we do?" Nigris's eyes lit up.
On Wright's side, he has finished talking about the Dulett family and is feeling anxious. He originally thought that the family's experience would arouse everyone's sympathy, but judging from everyone's expressions, they are more curious than sympathetic. This is not a good sign.
.
They have no sympathy at all. Are these people evil?
At this moment, Duroken came over, waved the golden stick, and tapped Wright's cracked arm gently.
I saw that all the rivets on the casing had fallen off and the casing was completely open.
Then, there was a buzzing sound, and the sand and dirt on the screw gear inside seemed to have been melted or shattered by something, turning into liquid and flowing out, and the structure inside quickly became clean.
Wright is also an alchemist, and he knows what he is doing. His eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Sound removal technique?"
Duroken took out a small piece of graphite and gave it a touch of the golden rod. The graphite turned into a liquid as if it had melted.
Duroken picked it up bit by bit, and the graphite droplets floated into the gear screw that constructed the arm and melted on it.
"Hissing lubrication and gold plating? This, this is too extravagant, sir, my broken arm cannot use such an advanced technique, it is too wasteful." Wright's voice was trembling.
Du Luoken responded nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, I still have to look for low-level materials."
What is the low-level solution? Apply lubricant. For Durokan, finding lubricant is more troublesome.
After closing the shell, Duroken's fingers touched the joint. The arm shell, which was originally riveted, has now merged into a whole.
"Seamless jointing..." Wright muttered with a pained look on his face.
It was like seeing a toilet made of pure gold, his heart was bleeding, as if to say, you really don't need to be so advanced when taking a poop. These methods of Duroken, used on his constructed arm, are simply in vain.
blind.
After showing off his strength, Duroken said: "What is the name of this little boy? His constructed heart..."
Before he finished speaking, the little boy suddenly turned blue, his lips quickly turned purple, his hands and feet were blue, and he suddenly fell to the ground.
Duroken was about to say that the constructed heart would break easily, but he didn't expect it to break on the spot.
Wright and the other women were so anxious that they crowded around. However, there were no materials or tools on their way to escape, so Wright could only look helplessly at Duroken.
Duroken said calmly: "It's just that the constructed heart is broken. It's trivial. But do you want to replace him with a constructed heart? Or do you want to cure his original heart disease?"
"What? Cured? He has congenital heart disease, can it be cured?" Wright wondered if he heard wrongly.