Chapter 780: Accept the wrath of Thunder, this stone
The first time I couldn't sit still, the snail scurried out, leaving Amelia and the puppet behind.
"This... this... what kind of snail is this?" Amelia asked in a trembling voice. This was completely different from the snail in her impression. Is this a snail? Isn't it lightning?
"It's not lightning. Lightning is a horse, not as fast as it. This is the Iron Scale Scavenger. Do you know the Iron Scale Scavenger?" Negris asked.
"That ancient god who is as giant as a plane and covered in iron armor, the Iron Scale Scavenger? Are you riding an ancient god? Why?" Amelia asked in disbelief.
It was too troublesome to explain. Should I tell her that Ange could help the snail give birth to a baby? Then she must have thought that they were perverted, so she casually said: "He owes us money, so take care of it."
Amelia and the puppet tightly grasped the newly extended hand, and with a swish, they started to fly through the void.
Amelia felt that her internal organs and soul were being thrown behind her, as if her body was flying in front and her soul was chasing after her. When she finally stopped, she couldn't control it anymore and vomited it out.
"Eh~" Nigris let out a disgusted sound, then flew up and away from Amelia.
Others also followed the same example and stayed away from Amelia. The speeding snail swayed a little and some didn't understand why, but they still stayed away from Amelia.
Only the puppet did not dislike her and stretched out one hand to drag her away from the floating vomit.
One hand? Looking at the puppet with only one hand left, Nigris couldn't help but ask: "Where is your other hand?"
The puppet said shyly: "It was too fast on the road and I was thrown away."
Nigris was speechless: "Isn't your body too fragile?"
"I'm sorry..." the puppet said weakly: "I was too poor before and couldn't afford good materials."
If you can't bear it, why are you saying sorry? Losing your arm is not something you need to apologize to.
Nigris couldn't help but want to roll his eyes. Even if he met a foul-mouthed horse like Lightning, he would never be so speechless. If he spoke louder, would she cry?
Forget it, let's find a professional, Nigris looked back at Anthony.
As expected of a professional, he could see through what Nigris wanted to do at a glance. He slowly floated over and asked kindly: "Do you believe in the power of knowledge?"
The puppet was stunned and nodded: "I believe it."
"Then you close your eyes, pray to the God of Knowledge, offer all your knowledge, and ask it to give you new arms, are you willing?" Anthony asked.
Is there such a good thing? The puppet blinked. What value does his knowledge have to these beings who can knock dimensions with bare hands? Can he get a new arm? What kind of arm?
"Is it really possible? God of knowledge, I pray to you. I am willing to give all my knowledge in exchange for your help to me." The puppet closed his eyes and prayed seriously.
Nigris quickly asked Ange to open up the space and take out Duroken. Of course, Duroken was better at alchemy.
"Hey, where did you pick up such a simple antique puppet?" Duroken noticed the puppet as soon as he came out and asked with some disgust.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. It's because I'm too simple..." The puppet twirled his little fingers and said aggrievedly.
"Wow, is it conscious? Has a soul? Such a weak soul? Sorry, sorry, I didn't pay attention just now." Brocken was startled, and then he was startled by the puppet's aggrieved look. He quickly apologized and said to himself: I won't cry.
Already?
Then Duroken's eyes fell on the missing arm of the puppet, and he soon understood why he was taken out: "Xiu?"
Nigris nodded: "Let's see if we can fix it. I threw my arm away when I was riding a bull just now."
Duroken glanced at the speeding snail and said suddenly: "Understood."
Then he started gearing up and asked, "At what price will it be repaired?"
Nigris quickly stopped him and said, "How did you learn how to use silver coins? You have no money. This is my believer. You can just practice whatever you want."
"Are you a believer?" Du Luoken said disappointedly: "I thought there was some business coming, so it was all for nothing."
The puppet said anxiously: "No, no, no, I...I..."
As he spoke, he opened the shell on his chest and took out a heart made of countless gears interlocking with each other: "This is the most valuable thing in my body. I don't know if it can be used as reward."
Her tone was so urgent that if she could blush, she would probably be blushing to the base of her ears at this moment.
Du Luoken noticed something was wrong from her tone, and quickly called Anthony over, asking in a low voice: "What's going on?"
Anthony naturally knew what he was asking, and explained in a low voice: "She has a pleasing personality, shy, shy, and is afraid that others will hate her. She wants to take out the most precious things every time, for fear that others will not be satisfied."
Duroken suddenly realized: "It scared me to death. I just said 'it's all in vain' and she took out the forging heart. What kind of behavior is this? It felt like I asked her if she had eaten, and she opened her stomach and said
: After eating a bowl, I was scared to death."
"So you know why Mr. Naige accepted her as a disciple? He was afraid that after finishing her arm, she would twist her head off and say thank you." Anthony said in a dumbfounded voice.
Then Anthony asked again: "You said hers is the forging heart? The forging heart of the dwarf forging god?"
"It shouldn't be from a dwarf. It's so rough, it might be an imitation, and it doesn't seem to be functional. It doesn't affect her activities if she takes it out. Who is she? Why is her soul so weak?" Duroken asked.
Anthony explained the origin of the puppet. When he heard that he wanted to seal the little beholder, Duroken laughed on the spot: "Seal the little beholder, she thinks she is me?"
After figuring out the situation, Du Luoken didn't waste any time. He studied the material of her puppet's body, selected a piece of sacred wood as the base material, and used the Midas touch stick, dot, dot...
The magic patterns were engraved one by one, and the magic patterns were inlaid with mithril. I took out the graphite and rubbed it on the joints to moisturize and enchant it. I took out the roots of the sacred tree of all worlds and wrapped them around my arms.
, mesh reinforcement.
Then tie the tail of the root to the shoulder, take out the insect ash liquid, and put a drop on each contact point. The root will soon grow together with the shoulder.
"Okay, done. You are an alchemist, so you should know what adaptive alchemy is. That is, it is up to you what kind of arm it will grow into." After saying that, without waiting for a response, he ran to Ange,
Please Ange stuff him back into space.
"Thank you, thank you, this, the reward, this..." Looking at Duroken running away, the puppet held the Forging Heart, at a loss.
Anthony picked up her forging heart, stuffed it back into his body as it was, gently covered the shell, and said with a smile: "You have already dedicated all your knowledge, there is no need to give anything else."
"But, is it enough to just pray like this?" The puppet thought it was a bit childish.
"If you are willing to believe devoutly, you will be protected by the God of Knowledge." Anthony said with a smile.
The puppet nodded vigorously: "Okay, I will be a devout believer in the God of Knowledge."
Negris next to him subconsciously shrank back because he saw a thick ball of soul flame rushing toward him.
Devotee +1
Nieglis couldn't help but whispered to Anthony: "Will you accept the labor dispatch? Let Ange send you to my palace of knowledge to be a priest for a period of time?"
Anthony said: "You can't protect me, so don't go."
Tuk-tuk-tuk - There was a knocking sound in the void in front, and Ange, who was knocking on the dimension, turned his head and shouted: "Ouch!"
The entrance to the space passage was found, and Amelia didn't need to show the way.
A group of people floated into the space channel one after another, and soon passed through a layer of something like an air film, and the surrounding material immediately became richer.
"Is there air? There is air here? Can you breathe? Is it because of the pressure difference in different spaces that the air can be retained?" Siludi asked curiously.
The Chaos Side is simply a holy place for learning that space mages like her dream of.
"Who! How dare you break into the holy land of the Cave God! Accept the wrath of the thunder!" A roar came from the front of the passage, and a short and stocky figure rushed forward with a rumble, carrying a hammer and stepping on the thunder.
come out.
Hammer of Thunder? Ange immediately stretched out his hand to hold it, condensed the Lightning Spear, and at the same time stepped forward and bowed.
As soon as he made a throwing gesture, the stocky figure turned a corner with a rumble, and ran away from a 90-degree angle as if he hadn't seen Ange's group: "Accept the anger of Thunder, this