Anthony smiled knowingly and thought so: "How did you tell? Couldn't it be Feti who captured us?"
"How is it possible? He is so stupid that he can't even speak. He must have been wiped out by you and made into some kind of combat weapon." Alanbulu curled his lips and said.
Are you stupid? Fetty wanted to slap him on the head, but remembering his previous warning, he endured it.
"Haha, you guessed it right." Anthony laughed, took out the Holy Shroud, and was about to wrap it around Alanburu.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, what are you doing? What kind of cloth is this? Why does it feel weird? Have you washed it? Are there bugs?" Aramburu shouted urgently.
"I am still afraid of bugs? No, no, a brand new, woven from the pure saints and one hand, each holy pattern is woven with different lines, and never fade. Except for the saints, I only took a bath once in my life.
Besides, it's not dirty at all. You've never seen this thing before, right?" Anthony asked curiously.
Alanbulu frowned: "I feel even dirtier after hearing what you said. What is this? Can't you just leave it alone? It's of no use to me."
"Well, you really don't know what this is? It's the Holy Shroud," Anthony said.
"Hiss - that kind of holy shroud that will cause memory loss even if the life box is reborn after being wrapped? Soba..." Alanbulu didn't even finish his words before he ignited the fire of his soul.
He had been taking his time and was relying on his own phylactery to be reborn. Although he knew there was such a thing as the Holy Shroud, he had only read about it in books and had never seen it with his own eyes, so he couldn't remember it at the moment.
But it was useless even to think about it. From the moment Ange lifted him up, he lost all possibility of escape.
Ange grabbed his neck, and soul energy poured in, forcing his soul flame back.
Anthony also took the opportunity to wrap him up, and then said: "Wrap him up, wrap him up, it's too late, it's too late for you to get burned again."
Alanburu slumped down and had to be held up by Feti to stand still. He murmured uncontrollably: "Why didn't I think of that? How come I couldn't remember that you still have the Holy Shroud? Morning
He'd kill himself if he knew I was in the car."
Anthony pouted: "Don't brag. You didn't expect that we could destroy the teleportation. Of course you are reluctant to kill yourself. From the moment you fell into our hands, you had no chance to escape."
"No, the person who strangled my neck was not a god. He suppressed my soul with the fire of the soul. He was an undead creature. Who is he?" Alanbulu couldn't help shouting.
"Well, you've seen through it again. Haha, besides Feti, isn't there a second person who died in our 'God Realm'?" Anthony began to mislead people.
Alanbulu murmured absentmindedly: "Is it Bone Locke? Has Bone Locke been captured by you too? Oh my god..."
After taking him aside, Ange took out his petrified crossbow, adjusted it to its maximum power, and struck a blow at the petrified dragon.
Ange basically doesn't use the petrified crossbow because it consumes too much energy. The holy light it consumes is more than thirty times that of the little angel's holy light. Of course, the main reason is that there are no enemies who need him to use the petrified crossbow.
They are the gods of light, just kill them.
The petrified crossbow slowly lit up, and all five gems finally lit up. Ange pulled the trigger, and a beam of light shot out and fell on the petrified dragon.
Plop, there was only a crisp sound, and one of the five gems on the petrified crossbow actually cracked.
"Oh oh oh, the Angel's Tears actually cracked? It's a big loss now. It's a shame to reincarnate you. This is an artifact that can petrify gods. Now it's broken. I don't know if it can be used in the future.
"Nigris sighed, with a look of pain on his face.
Silba was very embarrassed: "I'm sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry for breaking the artifact. I have nothing else to pay for except the hair on my body. Is this the angel's tears? Where is it? I will try to get it after reincarnation.
Come back with a few."
"This thing is so difficult to get. You have to beat the little angel in the six-winged state until he cries. These are the tears of the six-winged archangel." Negris sighed.
".........I'll carry you..."
Before Silba jumped up and beat Negris, Ange took it away and threw it into the altar of reincarnation. After a fierce operation, it was done.
If it can wake up, it means it has a new body, a living one.
If it can't wake up...then try to save it and see what it can be reincarnated into. If the immortal god is here, can't it still protect its consciousness?
There was no surprise. Six hours later, Silba woke up, trying to get familiar with her body like a neurotic patient, trying to retract her tongue, while shouting "Hungry, hungry, hungry".
Ange threw two bags of fairy beans to it, and it ate them all in two mouths. The big cat was so angry that it went over and slapped its head.
Forget it, it also filled two large buckets of sacred essence, a full thirty liters, and now everyone except Ange began to feel pain.
Silba licked her tongue and looked at everyone with a smile: "Is it... very expensive?"
"Of course it's expensive! Although the price is a little reduced now, Monica can still sell a bottle of 5,000 magic crystals. One bottle is only 100 ml. You drank 300 bottles in one go!" Nigris said angrily!
arrive.
Even Anthony said with heartache: "I only consume twenty liters to cultivate a body."
"Sorry, sorry, I worked hard to make money, but I couldn't afford it, so I pulled out the scales and sold them, so can I have another bite?" Silba said with a smile.
After drinking two large buckets of sacred essence, he really felt how good this thing was, as if there was a cool "warm" flow flowing from his throat into his body. Every organ he passed through seemed to be cheering.
After being petrified for so many years, it does not mean that the dragon is not damaged. It doesn't matter if you reincarnate as a dracolich, but the health of the body is very important when you transform into a living dragon. In case of any cerebral vascular embolism or the like, you still have to worry about it.
Go to rescue.
However, as soon as the essence was poured down like this, many minor damages were quickly repaired. Silba felt that with every breath she took, her body became much stronger.
"Hey, acrimon, where is it? Pipila...&￥...#*￥..." Silba uttered a dragon language syllable as if gargling her mouth. The omitted syllables are ultra-low frequencies and cannot be heard by ordinary people, so
There are no syllables.
"Okay, can it fly? Then let's ride on it and go. Hurry, if someone else bumps into it, we will be in trouble." Nigris saw that it was almost done and hurriedly urged it.
"It's best not to. If a dragon as big as me flies into the air, it will definitely be discovered. There are ghost patrols in the sky all the time, and undead creatures of Alanbulu's level will also patrol from time to time. We'd better return from the same way.
." Silba said quickly.
"What should we do?"
"Look at me." Silba chanted the dragon language, and her huge body quickly changed, and finally turned into an...an owl.
…
Disguised as undead creatures, we spent a few days following the original path and returned to Starburst Canyon. This time, everyone did not return to the city, but returned to the cave in the Palace of Knowledge.
Because Wu Ga was captured, the undead creatures in the canyon returned to a certain number. Everyone did not come in through the main entrance, but through the crack in the rock where the dragons came in and out.
"Well, the Pond of Life has been discovered. Although we kept the prisoners there and the Warlock Alliance dare not do anything to us for the time being, it is not a long-term solution and is very inconvenient. We have to change our base for the time being.
This place is good, the original buildings are not damaged and can continue to be used," said Negris.
This was something that everyone had discussed long ago. Before it was finished, everyone dispersed to clean and repair. Ange even brought Xiao Long and his family out to work together.
Only Ange, Fetti, Anthony, and Nigris were left, and then Alan Bulu was released.
When I released it, I saw that he was actually sleeping. This dead lich must be too calm.
"Hey, hey, hey, wake up, wake up, if you don't wake up, I'll burn your hair." Nigris threatened while spraying dragon breath.
I don't know if he hit a keyword, but Alanbulu, who couldn't wake up no matter how hard he pushed, sat up suddenly and nervously covered his sparse forehead.
"Oh, you only have a few hairs on your head, do you need to be so nervous?" Nigris asked in confusion.
Alanbulu said angrily: "How can a bald guy like you understand? A lich's hair is a treasure. If you lose one hair, you will never get it again."
"Bald... bald?!" Nigris pointed at himself with his little paw and said in disbelief. This was the first time someone called him bald, and he found that he didn't even have the ability to refute, because the dragon had no ability to do so.
long hair.
Alanbulu woke up completely, looked at Nigris, and frowned in confusion: "God of knowledge? You were also captured by them?"
"Do you know me?" Nigris was surprised. When Aramburu was arrested, Nigris had been hiding. This was the first time they faced each other. How could he recognize him at a glance?
"Is it really you? Why have you lost weight? Your Majesty showed me your appearance. This is the Palace of Knowledge, right? I presided over the construction of this place. I also carved the statue. Your squinting face, I can tell you at a glance.
Recognized." Aramburu said.
Nigris was so angry: "Are you blind? Is this what I call a perverted face? How can I be so perverted with such a kind expression?"
"Okay, okay, let's get down to business. We don't have to hide our identities now." Anthony quickly stopped this quarrel that was far from the topic, otherwise he didn't know when he would be able to explain things clearly.
"Conceal your identity? What identity are you hiding? Aren't you the lackeys of the light? What other identity can you hide?" Alan Bulu said with a sneer.
Everyone looked at Ange, who showed his immortality. When the torch-like immortality was on Ange's head, Feti and Anthony slowly knelt down.
The immortal godhead quickly faded away. After all, this was a long-distance projection and it consumed too much.
But this also shows that the soul strength of Ange's body is getting higher and higher. When he was first projected here, he couldn't even use his divine power, but now he can reveal his immortality here.
All it took was one moment. Alanbulu's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "You even stole the immortal godhead?"
Nigris almost fell to the ground with his head cut off, and said angrily: "Couldn't it be that we destroyed the gods of light and robbed the believers of light, the Godhead Church or something like that?"
"It's possible, but why don't I believe it?" Alan Bulu said doubtfully.
Feti took off all the cloak and shroud, revealing a purple-gold skeleton, and then said: "You are the stupid one, you are the one who has no sense."
Nigris also revealed his Book of Brass, and with all his persuasion, he finally convinced Alanbulu that it was not the Church of Light that had robbed the Immortal Godhead, but the God of Immortality that had robbed the Church of Light.
"Then you are on the same side as me, so why did you attack me? You should have revealed your identity earlier. You are all His Majesty's subjects. Why did you sneak into the Parthian Plains secretly and not look for us after being here for so long?" Alan.
Blue asked in confusion.
Anthony smiled: "We have revealed our identity, so is the Parliament of the Dead willing to obey the orders of the Immortal God?"
Alanbulu was shocked: "How is it possible? Of course you obey the orders of the parliament and we work together to rescue His Majesty."
Anthony shook his head and said: "We have been working hard to rescue His Majesty, but if it is too dangerous and may even endanger your life, can we refuse?"
"Of course we can't refuse. We are all His Majesty's subjects. If His Majesty dies, all of us will die together. Of course we must save His Majesty at all costs." Alanbulu said in surprise.
"No, no, no, you are His Majesty's people, and we are His Majesty's people. If saving His Majesty would endanger His Majesty's life, we will refuse without hesitation, because Your Majesty is responsible for the safety of countless people in the God Realm.
You can't put yourself in danger," Anthony said.
Alanbulu's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief.
Anthony continued to ask: "So, we have revealed our identity, are you willing to obey the order of the immortal god and rescue His Majesty together?"
"I...you...I..." Alanbulu hesitated for a while, unable to tell whether he was willing or not.
Anthony spread his hands: "Look, obviously as long as you obey the orders of the Immortal God, we will have a greater chance of rescuing His Majesty, but you are hesitating. You don't take His Majesty's safety at all. You think about everything."
It’s me.”
Alanbulu felt like he was being confused: "No, no, that's not the case. Wait a minute, that's not the logic. I just don't believe you have this ability."
"As long as you obey the orders of the adults, you will know whether we have this ability." Anthony said.
The new king and the old king are not in a subordinate relationship. The old ministers of the new king are not the subordinates of the old king, especially the undead structure. If a king dies, all his subordinates will be buried with him.
Even if Ange wants to save the immortal king at all costs, others will try their best to stop him, including Feti.
Therefore, no one would suggest that Ange unite with the Council of the Undead. If his identity is revealed, there are only two possibilities between them and the undead: cooperation or falling out.
If they cooperate, who will they listen to? According to Alan Bulu's attitude, it is impossible for the Council of the Dead to obey Ange's orders, so they can only fall out.
Politics can be so troublesome sometimes. Ange is very simple and won't think so much, but others have to think about it. Even the silly Nigris and Fetty have to think about it sometimes.
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