Chapter 430 Cure or Repair?

The little angel wanted to shine the holy light, but Ange carried it back. The little zombie jumped straight down, and when it was about to hit the water surface, it spread its feet and 'stepped' on the water and rushed across the moat.

Soul armor surged up from its body, covering its whole body, and two hoes appeared in its hands.

"Death Juggernaut! It's the Death Juggernaut! Be careful, everyone." The chasing knight shouted in panic.

The egg dragon Negris muttered: "Death Juggernaut? What a mess? Oh, they thought the little zombie was a living person, and then armored their souls to arm them, thinking they were the Death Juggernaut? Is there such a profession in this world? When did it learn? volley?"

"Death Sword Master? Yes, professions who practice soul fighting qi, all of them are as thin as zombies, can this be admitted?" Lockes swiped out his sword and shouted: "Then I can also pretend to be death!" Swordsman, kill!"

After speaking, he ran down the castle with his long sword in hand.

"Where did you go?" Negris asked inexplicably.

"I'm going down to take the boat, I can't jump over!" Rox shouted and ran down slowly.

"... Hasn't she learned how to use her soul energy?" Duroken and Negris looked at each other.

When she rowed to the other side by boat, the little zombies were almost finished fighting. Facing the charging enemies, every time they hit the death breath shock wave, they rushed up, ramming, hoeing, ramming, hoeing...

For the rest, the little angels who were restricted from amplifying their moves, punched and punched their eye sockets, all of them had dark circles under their eyes.

After tying up the remaining enemies who were still alive and escorting them back to the castle, Lockes murmured in frustration, "I'm a good cook."

The arrival of people like An Ge greatly affected her self-confidence. She originally thought that she was the most powerful lich in this desert, but she didn't expect that An Ge would be more fierce than her if he just brought a little loli here.

What she didn't know was that Ange restricted the little angel from using the holy power of light, otherwise it would be even more fierce.

After all, this is the world of undead creatures. There is no need to reveal too much about the Church of Light, so as not to attract too much attention. Even Anger took off the armor of the holy spirit.

"It's really good, forget it, it's cheap for you." Negris flew over, and stretched out his small paw to touch her forehead.

A piece of information poured into Rox's soul, all about the basic skills of soul energy manipulation.

Among the hunted people who had fled, one of them ran back quickly, turned over on the bank, got off the horse and licked his head, and shouted gratefully: "Thank you, thank you for saving your life, the Dulet family will always remember your kindness." , There is nothing to repay in the process of fleeing, please accept our small favor."

He took out a piece from his bosom and put it on the ground, and after nibbling a few more times, the guy led the horse back, retreated for a distance before getting on the horse, and beat the horse away.

"This guy is quite polite." Negris flew down with a happy face and a happy mood.

Although the little angels and little zombies didn't save them, they were grateful for the benefits, which is very gratifying.

What the guy left behind was a badge, pure gold, heavy, about a couple of weights, equivalent to a dozen gold coins.

"Have you even got the family badge as a thank you gift? That's really a dead end, hey, why does this imprint look familiar?" Negris flew up with difficulty while holding the several taels of gold coin.

"Kangbada, is it so heavy? No, no, am I so weak? Ange, if you don't make my body bigger for me, I'll kill you!" Negris cursed and flew away in a low voice. Back, especially the word 'cai', the voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"Duroken, look at this mark, why do I think it is the mark of your alchemy king?" Negris pointed to a mark on the badge.

Duroken looked at it, took out his golden rod and compared it carefully, and said: "It is indeed my hidden seal. Although there are some changes, the main body is indeed my hidden seal. What's the matter? Here How can there be my inscription on the native badge?"

Adding your own inscriptions in inconspicuous places is a bad taste and anti-theft method of many craftsmen, such as the inner wall of the jug conduit, the stitching of silk underwear, and the soles of statues.

While the work remains intact, it is difficult to discover these hidden inscriptions unless special means are used or it is smashed.

If someone copied the same thing and left out the inscription, it would be easily debunked.

This inscription is the mark used by Duroken to prevent theft. Some simple lines are used to make the inscription as small as possible, and it is easier to engrave it in small corners.

And Duroken's official inscription is almost the same as it, but it will be more complicated and have more lines, but no matter which one it is, if you put the two together, anyone can see their connection at a glance.

"Could it be that some of your works have been left here, and people found this hidden inscription and thought it was pretty, so they used it as a family crest?" Negris guessed.

Duroken rolled his eyes: "Do you think it's possible? Even His Majesty and adults can only project it with their minds. What works can I have to flow here?"

A flash of light flashed through the souls of the two: "The House of the Dead!"

"Someone found the hidden inscription I left behind in the House of the Dead, so they stole it as a family badge?" Duroken speculated.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be the House of the Dead. Maybe His Majesty built some of your things and restored your inscription by the way. Then some people thought that this inscription was mysterious and could be seen on many things, so they stole it." Here you go," Negris said.

This is the most reasonable guess.

Duroken's eyes flickered: "Across the world, you can meet families who use my mark as a badge. This is the arrangement of the God of Destiny. I will go find them."

Negris curled his lips: "Maybe it's not that they are using this badge, but they killed the family that used this badge and snatched it?"

When the lightning is not there, everyone can tell that the brass dragon is the second most snarky.

Duroken took out his cloak and put it on, rolled it around his body, and disappeared. Immediately afterwards, an invisible big foot kicked on Negris, and he lost control and fell into a nearby flowerpot.

It didn't take long before the fleeing team that ran away felt apprehensive and excited, and came back with Duroken.

"What's going on? Come back with you so easily? How did you gain their trust?" Negris approached and asked in a low voice.

These guys are fleeing, and their vigilance is at their strongest. When they thanked them just now, they just licked their heads on the other side of the river, and had no intention of going into town to rest at all.

After Duroken chased after him, did he gain the other party's trust so easily? Aren't they afraid that Duroken will be hostile and arrest them to receive the reward?

"This Dulet family is all alchemists. I just need to perform a few alchemy techniques. They know what they are looking for." Duroken responded in a low voice.

Sure enough, when the members of the Dullet family came over, they treated Duroken respectfully: "Lord Duroken, thank you for taking us in. It is our honor to accompany you and listen to your confession."

The person headed by the Dulet family is also the man who bowed to them and left a thank you gift. His name is Wright. There are 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 in age from eighteen to nineteen to thirty.

Negris looked at them carefully, feeling a little weird.

"They seem a little weird." Negris asked suspiciously.

Duroken nodded, he had already discovered it, turned to Wright and said, "Explain your uniqueness to Master Naig."

Wright and the women showed embarrassment, resisted instinctively, looked at each other hesitantly, and took off their clothes reluctantly.

As soon as the clothes were taken off, Negris could see where the strange thing was. Among the seven people, each of them had a part of their limbs missing, and what replaced the doubled limbs was the structural structure.

At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted, and everyone came to look at it, and the little angel went up and poked one of the women's metal arms curiously.

Lockes was even more shocked and said: "I know who you are, the Dulet family, the half-devil family."

Wright reached out his hand politely to grab the head, trying to take off his hat to salute, but found that the hat had already been taken off, and the hand he raised was a metal arm with a rough shell, riveted with rivets.

Several of the rivets have fallen off, and the shell is cracked with a seam. From the seam, some structures inside, such as gear screws and the like, can be seen.

It may be that I was afraid that the sundries would fall in, so I wrapped it with gauze, but the gauze couldn't stop the fine sand, and a lot of fine sand leaked in, combined with the lubricating oil, turning black into lumps.

The faces of Wright and the others darkened, and they pulled up their clothes one after another, and said with a wry smile: "There are no half-devils, they are just poor disabled people."

After his explanation, Ange and the others understood what the Dulet family came from.

"Although Dullet is known as a family, we are not related by blood. Everyone is disabled. Because of physical defects, we came together."

"Our first patriarch was a powerful alchemist who could refine all kinds of constructed limbs. If a disabled person is willing to learn from him, he will teach him patiently."

"After his death, those disabled alchemists who had studied with him spontaneously united together, known as the Dulet family to the outside world. In fact, we are more like a mutual aid association, but it is called a family, which can make us disabled orphans more There is a sense of belonging."

"Everyone in our family is rescued by the elders from all over the world. They have congenital disabilities and acquired injuries."

Wright's mouth was dry, his stomach was croaking, and he hadn't eaten after running for so long.

Ange took out the spirit beans, one for each person.

Although shocked, Wright thought it was some special alchemy item, and continued to say after eating:

"But ordinary people don't understand us disabled people. When they see our mutilated limbs, they will instinctively reject and resist. They will even slander us as half-demons. We need to suck 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 been in chaos. Those who chase us are the slave hunting team of the Giant Beast Chamber of Commerce. They want to arrest us as slaves."

"There were more than 30 of us who escaped all the way, and now there are only seven of us left."

As Wright said, 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 said this, the slap dragon and the master alchemist began to discuss.

"The defects of these adults are not fatal, but the defect of that child is very fatal. If it is not treated, it will be difficult to live to adulthood." Negris said in a low voice.

There was a hole missing in the little boy's chest, replaced by a metal structure, and traces of blood flow could be vaguely seen.

"Congenital heart disease? The heart looks a little underdeveloped. It needs to use the structural structure to transport blood, but as the age grows, new structural parts need to be replaced every once in a while. Die." Duroken responded in a low voice.

"So, instead of having the flaws in these adults that aren't lethal, which ones don't live long?" Negris said.

"It is estimated that although the technology is quite rough, the idea is very good. Use the structure 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 approvingly.

He had never imagined that construction techniques could be applied to this aspect. Zombie skeletons can be replaced wherever they are broken. How can construction techniques be needed? A carpenter can do it.

"It seems to use the technology of the Lich's phylactery, but it doesn't fit well with flesh and blood. It will also be stretched, so you don't need to change it every once in a while," Negris said.

Duroken's eyes lit up, and he suddenly said: "Didn't you always dislike your body not growing up? I have a good idea."

"What way?" Negris' eyes lit up.

On Wright's side, I've finished talking about the Dulet family, and I'm worried. I thought the family's experience could arouse everyone's sympathy, but judging from everyone's expressions, they are more curious than sympathetic. This is not a good sign .

No empathy at all, are these people all evil?

At this moment, Duroken came over, waved a golden stick, and lightly tapped on Wright's cracked arm.

I saw that all the rivets of the shell fell off, and the shell was completely opened.

Another point, there was a buzzing sound, and the sand and dirt on the screw gear inside seemed to be melted or shattered by something, turning into liquid and flowing out, and the structure inside quickly became clean.

Wright is also an alchemist, he knows the goods, his eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "Sound decontamination?"

Duroken took out a small piece of graphite, touched the gold stick, and 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 made up the arm and melted on it.

"Hiss—lubrication and gold plating? This, this is too extravagant, my lord, I can't use such advanced techniques on my broken arm, it's too wasteful." Wright's voice trembled.

Duroken responded nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, I still have to look for low-level materials."

What is the low-level solution? Apply lubricating oil. For Duroken, finding lubricating oil is more troublesome.

Putting the shell together, Duroken's fingers passed over the joint. The arm shell, which was originally riveted with rivets, has been integrated into a whole at this moment.

"Seamless joint..." Wright murmured with pain on his face.

It was like seeing a toilet made of pure gold, his heart was bleeding, as if to say, shit really doesn’t have to be so advanced, these methods of Duroken, used on his arm of the construction, are simply useless blind.

After showing his strength, Duroken said: "What's the name of this little boy? His constructed heart..."

Before he finished speaking, the little boy suddenly turned blue, his lips turned purple quickly, his hands and feet were bruised, and he fell limply to the ground.

Duroken was about to say that the constructed heart is easy to break, but he didn't expect it to break on the spot.

Wright and the other women were so anxious that they hula-la surrounded them, but they were missing all the materials and tools on the way to escape, so Wright could only look helplessly at Duroken.

Duroken said calmly: "It's just that the construct heart is broken, it's trivial, but do you want to replace him with a construct heart? Or cure his original heart disease?"

"What? Cure it? He has a congenital heart disease, can it be cured?" Wright wondered if he heard it wrong.

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