Chapter 952 Aren’t you afraid of mushrooms growing on your face?
Are your feet slippery? Damn it, get up!
Shah shouted silently in his heart, shaking his head and trying to break away from the king's big hand. Unexpectedly, the hand was like a pliers, pinching his face tightly. He could shake his body around, but his face could not move.
Every cent.
Shah couldn't help but mobilize his divine power, but as soon as the divine power moved, the big hands on his face immediately tightened, and at the same time the king's voice sounded: "Put away your magical power, or I will crush your head."
Shah felt his skull making a dislocating sound, and quickly put away his magical power. At the same time, his heart felt like falling into an ice cave. Did the other party even see his magical power?
The two golden skeletons knelt obediently, not daring to move. If they had any wisdom, they would probably have scolded Shah in their hearts for asking them to offend an immortal king?
Even though the king's soul is now only as strong as a soul of mourning, its power is more than that of a mourning soul. It was so frightening that the two golden skeletons almost fell apart.
If they have a soul connection with Shah, they can share this pressure through the soul network, so that they will not be unable to stand up. However, they have formed a summoning contract relationship with Shah through some kind of contract. In this position,
Under the pressure of the class, the contract is nothing, but the soul is important.
Although some people who have been with contracted skeletons for many years can withstand this kind of pressure based on their mutual feelings, Shah is obviously not the one. These golden skeletons are probably props he uses to hide his identity. He will kneel down immediately when he encounters the king.
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The king slapped the two skeletons on the forehead with his other hand, forcing two soul marks into each other's souls, establishing a soul connection, the pressure on the golden skeleton was greatly reduced, and he stood up obediently.
"Catch him." The king ordered, and two golden skeletons immediately ran over, holding Shah hostage on the left and right.
Shah knew that he was in trouble. Not only did he see through his disguise at a glance, he subdued him with one hand. The golden skeleton that he had finally contracted surrendered to the opponent's pressure without hesitation, as if he was specially sent to deliver it.
Similar.
The king released his hand from holding his face, and Shah asked eagerly: "Who are you?"
"No, no, I should ask you this question, who are you?" the king asked back.
Shah looked around hesitantly.
Nigris immediately said viciously: "Looking at him like this, he probably won't be able to ask anything. Just kill him."
"No, no, no, I said, I said, my name is Shah Grumman, I am a Death Summoner and a radiant demigod." Shah said quickly.
The king and Nigris looked at each other in confusion: "Luminous Demigod? Death Summoner? How did you connect these two professions together?"
Shah said with a wry smile: "There is no way. The Royal Magician wants to attack the religious forces. The God of Glory was killed and fell. A demigod like me has become a rat crossing the street. I can only disguise myself. The Death Summoner is the last one."
It’s a disguise profession at the threshold. Let’s find some undead creatures to contract with. These golden skeletons were all caught by us before and can be used to disguise the contracted creatures.”
"Guanghui should be the God of Light here, right? Is there a Church of Light here too? No wonder you have holy essence, but the concentration is too low, right? The tail water used to make facial masks in Meishen City was thicker than this." Naige
Reese said disgustedly.
The king took off Shah's scarecrow hat, looked at it twice, handed it to Ange, and then asked: "What's the matter with your scarecrow hat? Where did it come from?"
"I bought it from a druid. As a demigod, I have divine consciousness and wear a scarecrow hat. Most people can't see through my disguise. I'm not afraid of those god catchers with glasses. I didn't expect you to see through it."
Well, I guess as soon as you saw me, you were thinking about how to catch me, alas." Shah sighed.
Negris asked doubtfully: "You are just a demigod, so others can't see through your disguise? Are the people here so weak mentally?"
"What are you from here? Are you not from here? Are you from the Shenguang Chamber of Commerce?" Shah thought of something and asked in surprise.
He was also regarded as a member of the Shenguang Chamber of Commerce. It seems that people in this world are too timid and dare not let their minds run wild and make bold guesses. Nigris had no choice but to nod: "You are right. Why can't others see that you are just a demigod?"
Wear your disguise?”
"Merely? You look down on demigods. Are you still a true god? I don't believe it. Soul construction is what the Shenguang Chamber of Commerce is best at. If you were a true god, you wouldn't be sealed in a construct." Shah was a little unconvinced.
Speaking of.
Nigris put his hands on his waist and wanted to raise his tail, but he immediately found that he had no hands, no tail, and no godhead. No one believed that he was a true god, so he had to shrink back.
Just give it up when you see it, Shah explained: "It's not that others can't see through, but that the catchers of gods can't see through. They all rely on their glasses to catch the traces of divine power. Their spirit is not as good as that of a demigod like me. As long as I pay attention,
, don’t go to a place where strong people gather, you will basically not be seen through, who would have thought that you would hide in such a place.”
Shah felt that he was so unlucky, why didn't he come to the mass grave to buy two corpses? How could he meet such a pervert who could see through his disguise and subdue him with one hand? This chance was better than buying eggs at the market.
It would be even more ridiculous to hatch a giant dragon.
"How is your Church of Light doing now? Are you the only one left?" Nigris asked.
Shah shook his head: "Everyone else went to register, but I didn't want to register, so I ran out. I originally wanted to buy some corpses to work as coolies, and dig a temple in Wankeng Cave to rebuild the glory of the light. I didn't expect that it would fall into your hands."
Here, alas."
Shah sighed for a while, feeling as melancholy as if he had just left the city gate after swearing an oath, his horse's hoof slipped and he fell off, his head hit the stone and he died.
"Only you?" Nigris didn't believe it. Although Shah had always emphasized that he was a demigod, after taking off his hat, Nigris could tell what he was like at a glance.
He is indeed a demigod, but some demigods have the body of a god, but Shah has the consciousness of a god, which means he is more spiritual.
For ordinary people, the divine skills of divine consciousness are more difficult to deal with than the brute force of the divine body, but for the king's level, divine consciousness is almost non-existent. It is difficult for ordinary divine techniques to have an effect on the king, even if he struggles
Even without the strength of a god's body, such a weak demigod actually wants to rebuild the glory of light?
"Could it be that he wants to take advantage of the death of the Lord God of Light to steal the faith and become a false god, or simply light the fire of faith and become the Lord God?" Negris guessed.
But as soon as it finished speaking, Shah's face turned red. It was obviously guessed by it. The God of Glory fell and the faith network collapsed. It was a good opportunity to rebuild the node. Once he built the node, he could steal the entire faith.
There is nothing the Internet cannot do.
"An..." Negris immediately thought of something and wanted to tell Ange. When he looked back, he found that Ange had disappeared.
Not far behind him, a 'Shah' was squatting next to a piece of dry moss substrate. He poured the bottle of essence that was not as thin as the facial mask tail water onto the moss, and his hands were emitting a holy light.
Under the shining of the holy light, holy mushrooms are competing to grow on the moss substrate.
You can tell who this 'Shah' is by looking at his squatting posture. Nigris is not very surprised by this, but is more surprised by another thing: "The extraction level of your essence is too bad, right? It's actually
Even the spores have not been inactivated, so aren't you afraid of mushrooms growing on your face?"