Chapter 201 What Did You Do to the God of Life?
Hugging Ange's hand bones, the bald god's body kept sliding down, sliding, sliding, sliding to the ground.
But the body of the god fell, but a little white ghost did not fall, it broke away from the body, and hugged Ange's fingers tightly.
Ange felt a little weird, such a small thing could actually drive the body of a god?
However, it obviously reached its limit. Holding An Ge's finger, it found that it was not shining, so it couldn't help but leaned up, melted its finger, and poked the finger it was holding.
Anger had no choice but to sacrifice the holy light and bathe it in it.
Ha~ The little ghost let out a sigh of satisfaction, and hugged An Ge's finger tightly.
An Ge suddenly understood why it could drive the body of God. The emotion was the energy he charged for it. Now it was obviously exhausted, so it couldn't move.
But it is already very powerful. You know, the body of God is a powerful body that can go head-to-head with hard bones. It took so many punches with An Ge to explode both arms.
Such a body of a god, actually driven by the little ghost? If I keep charging it, can it keep driving the body of God to open up wasteland and farm?
Trying to go back and make up his mind, Anger cut off a small branch of the healing world tree and went out.
This is a diseased withered cut from the God of Life, it can be seen at a glance, and the newly planted world branch does not have this year.
"You guys really cured my blight, how did you do it..." the God of Life said slowly.
Ange took out a bag of worm ashes.
"It's so strong vitality, maybe you can try it, can you sell these things to me..." At such a time, the God of Life still had a calm tone.
Negris hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, no problem, you inform the elves below to cancel the flight control, and we will fly directly to you."
"Flying is too slow, come here." The God of Life said leisurely, and as he spoke, the lush trees and flowers around retreated to both sides, revealing a path.
This kind of retreat frightened the young sapling. It thought the tree was withered, and quickly waved its branches and leaves vigorously: "strength-grow-strength-grow--but unfortunately, its strength can't compete with the god of life, and the forest is still alive." Separated.
Are you flying slowly? Negris and Anthony looked at each other in blank dismay. Could it be that there is a teleportation array nearby?
Walking along the path in the forest, the more you walk, the more luxuriant the trees are, covering the space above, as if you walked into a circular passage made of entangled branches and vines.
Walking and walking, it is estimated that they have walked three or four kilometers. The front suddenly opened up, and they came to a vast platform.
This platform is like the branches of a giant tree, surrounded by dense leaves, the sun shines through the leaves, the edge of the platform is thick white mist, looking down from the edge, it seems bottomless.
"Where is this place? We seem to be on top of a tree, and the floor is all fresh wood." The undead horse stomped the ground a few times with its hooves.
The voice of the God of Life sounded: "Don't step on me..."
"Uh, this is you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The undead horse quickly apologized, and patted its hooves to remove its own footprints.
"This is you? How did we come to you? What happened? We have just walked into the forest not long ago, and we are still thousands of kilometers away from you." Negris was shocked, and Anthony turned back to look at him in astonishment. passage behind.
But there is no passage behind, there is a huge tree hole inside, and the bottom can be seen at a glance.
"I temporarily built a space channel, come this way." Just after finishing speaking, an elf floated over, flew around Ange and the others, and then flew in a certain direction.
Negris and Anthony looked shocked. What they were shocked by was not that they could teleport thousands of kilometers in an instant. Even if they were transferred to a different plane in an instant, it would not be surprising.
What shocked them was that the whole process was silent, they didn't feel anything, they just completed a spatial movement, as if they had just walked a few kilometers by themselves, this is the scariest thing.
Even strong men of their level can't detect the transformation of space. Even if ordinary people walk through that passage, they will only think that they have walked a few kilometers, but they don't know that it is already thousands of miles away.
Walking in shock all the way, suddenly a branch hangs down in front of him, and a ripe sweet fruit hangs on the branch.
Lightning licked his lips subconsciously. He ate this kind of fruit last time. Although he only ate the pulp and all the seeds were picked out, he always remembered the sweetness.
In fact, when it was young, it could eat this kind of fruit from time to time, but it didn’t feel anything at that time, until it ran away with its broken horn and lived in the human world for several years. After suffering so much, it suddenly tasted this kind of sweetness again. Especially profound.
want to eat.
As soon as the thought came up, a white figure flew over, hugged the fruit, and pulled it down.
Holding the fruit, the little angel ran back to Ange with his hands raised high.
As soon as Ange took it, Lightning quickly came over: "My lord, you only need the seeds inside, and give me the rest?"
An Ge shook his head: "Not now." After speaking, he stuffed it into the Palace of Rest.
Soon, everyone walked down a spiral staircase made of twisted giant branches, and entered a hollow tree hole, just like the hollow in the middle of the dead wood, but it is hundreds of times bigger , like a giant pit.
Quickly reached the bottom, the material of the ground tells everyone that this is still inside the trunk of the World Tree, surrounded by semi-independent cavities filled with various things.
The voice of the God of Life sounded: "I don't know how to sell your things. Here are tens of thousands of years, lost by others, or donated by living beings. I don't know which ones are valuable. You can choose whatever you want, or all of them You can take it away, I don’t know, is the stuff here enough to exchange for the medicine powder that cures my blight?”
Negris and Anthony were already dumbfounded, and they responded tremblingly: "Enough...enough, what you have here..."
"The staff of the angel, the scepter of the pope, the badge of the holy spirit, the badge of the paladin, the holy code..."
"Stone of the Flame Dragon, Hammer of the God of War, Heart of the Iron Demon God..."
"The Handbook of the Profound Truth Master, the Handbook of the Master of Truth, the cheats of the Sword Master, other people's books, you are the ones..."
"Boundless crystal, the core of the space magic weapon, here are five bags, astral gems, positioning stones of the void, you have a bag..."
"Fine gold, mithril, magic copper, magic crystal, lightning wood, as long as I know of magic materials, you have them here..."
After taking stock of the items around them, Negris and Anthony were so shocked that they could not speak. They retreated greatly, took several deep breaths to calm down, and then said sadly: "It's all treasures, but why? So many bad ones! So many bad ones!"
"Is it bad? Maybe it's been stored for too long. Some things have been stored for tens of thousands of years. If the materials are not good, they will all turn into powder." The God of Life responded slowly.
"Pfft, tens of thousands of years... You, can't you set up a constant barrier or seal it?" Negris was so heartbroken that he was speechless.
Whether it is the Pope's scepter or the heart of the Iron Demon God, they are all real. From the emblem on the Pope's scepter, Anthony even recognized that it was the one that was used by the first Pope to Pope V, and it has been infiltrated by the Holy Power. Infinitely powerful.
But at this moment, it is like a rotten wood, it is placed there casually, and no power can be felt.
The heart of the Iron Demon God is the same, it is full of rust, and the structural parts inside are all rusted into a lump, and it can't even turn.
Extraordinary items like this, even if they were thrown in a mud pit, they would not be damaged quickly, and they would not be corroded for three to five hundred years.
But the problem is that the Pope's scepter was lost four thousand years ago.
These have already been calculated. Some items made by biological tissues, such as pearl necklaces, dragon tooth bracelets, dragon scale armors, etc., have long been turned into powder under the erosion of years, and the original shape can no longer be seen. Shape, such as the lump of ash in the corner.
"Oh, those are the ashes. An angel bone I picked up 70,000 years ago has been turned into ashes."
Seventy thousand years ago... It turns out that the holy remains will also turn into ashes. As long as the time is long enough, even the weapons made by gods cannot withstand the entropy.
All the man-made objects have been broken out of shape, and to Negris' painful questioning, the God of Life just responded lightly: "This is a part of nature, there is no need to interfere with it, and it is of no use to me anyway."
"So, is there anything of value? Can I exchange it for medicine powder? If not, I'll let the elves find what you need." The God of Life said slowly.
Negris glanced at Ange, who nodded and began to transfer the bug ash out.
Negris said hastily: "Whether it's worth it or not is another matter. You heal yourself first, hurry up, don't take your time there, it will be troublesome if your consciousness dissipates halfway through the talk."
"All right……"
Ange transferred more than ten tons of worm ashes, and Negris shouted to stop with some heartache: "Is this enough? These things are out of print. Use a little less. It is enough to cure you. If you have too much, it will be a waste." gone."
Ange moved his jaw and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the voice of the God of Life: "If there is more, these will not be able to spread around my feet.
Hearing this kind of words, I think of the huge size of the tree of life. The diameter of the trunk alone is calculated in kilometers. It is not enough to fill its feet and empty Ange's family.
"Then you can sprinkle half of it." Negris said painfully.
Ange didn't stop, and continued to move out until all the bug ashes on his hands were cleaned. In this way, only some extracted worm ash liquid and essence worm ash liquid were left in his hands.
But he didn't feel distressed. He had already mastered the method of cultivating worms. There were worms left in the pit of the Palace of Rest. As long as there was a suitable place, worms could be bred to continue burning ashes.
The bug ash seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand, the bag containing them split open, and the bug ash inside floated away together.
After the goods were delivered, Negris also chose the reward with peace of mind, but it felt that the things here were not worth as much as those worm ashes, because in its mind, the worm ashes were out of print.
Hermertos is dead, and there is no insect god or insect repellent to kill them. Who would have thought that Ange had already saved the seeds.
Man-made items are easily damaged, but those naturally formed things, such as fine gold, mithril, and astral gems, are still well preserved. After all, from the day they were formed, they have existed for as long as the entire plane.
"I took all the five baskets of unbounded crystals, and they won't need them anyway. I took all the astral gems, and I won't need them anyway. I took them all, and they won't need them anyway." Gris muttered, but Little Claw threw things to Ange without any delay.
"Do you want these weapons and equipment? They are all rotten like this, and they have no power at all." Negris said.
"Yes, yes." Anthony said urgently: "I know some cultural relics restoration experts, take them back and restore them, and then sell them as antiques, or invite them back to the Holy Court to gain reputation. As the god who retrieves the lost holy objects of the Holy Court Favored one, it is very reasonable for me to be the Pope of the Holy Church."
"Reasonable and reasonable." Negris said with distaste, as if to throw those sacred objects over, frightened Anthony came over with a shovel: "Don't bother me, God of Knowledge, I will clean it up myself."
Carefully packed up the holy object and stuffed it into his cloak.
After a lot of busy work, everyone packed away all the valuable things from the tree of life, which calmed Negris' heart a little bit. If he didn't search them clean, he always felt at a loss, mainly because many items were broken and useful. only those raw materials.
At this moment, the voice of the tree of life sounded slowly, with a hint of exhaustion in the voice:
"I've sprinkled the powder on the roots and immediately felt a constant flow of life, it's revitalizing my body and healing the blight of the branches. It makes me feel tired and I may need to sleep for a while to digest This vitality is gone, there is no way to send you away."
"Okay, okay, you go to sleep, we go by ourselves, by the way, let's pick some more fruits of life." Negris said, it seems that if you don't clean up the god of life, it will be endless.
But the God of Life has not responded, and I don't know if he fell asleep. He fell asleep just after he finished speaking. Isn't the quality of sleep really good?
Everyone began to scatter to pick the fruit of life. This is a good thing. Not only does it contain the seeds of the world tree, but the fruit itself is also rich in nutrition. Long-term consumption can prolong life, and it is unknown how much it can be sold in the human world.
Picking and picking, suddenly, a leaf fell down.
The leaves are falling, fluttering, and a large number of leaves have fallen. Can the so-called deep sleep of the tree of life cause the leaves to fall?
The leaves were falling all over the sky, and it didn't take long for the crown to become bare, leaving only the branches, and the field of vision instantly became brighter.
Negris said regretfully: "If you fall the leaves, you will fall the leaves, and you will also fall the fruits. Now there is nothing to pick, Ange..."
Negris called Ange, but found that Ange turned his head and looked out of the canopy. It followed Ange's gaze and only saw Gaillard, the elf queen who was furious.
In addition, there are the high priest Kelandelle who transformed into a giant eagle, countless two-headed chimera knights, more than a dozen elven esoteric mages, a truth mage, and three elf archers walking through the air... …
Almost all the powerful elves appeared. They surrounded the canopy and stared angrily at Ange and the others.
Gaillard's eyes were about to burst into flames, and he almost gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you guys do to the God of Life?"
Such a huge lineup made Negris's scalp tingle, and he asked tremblingly, "Didn't... the God of Life tell you what's going to happen?"
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