Chapter 783 Accept Thunder's Anger, This Stone

The first time he couldn't sit still, the snail jumped out, and Amelia and the puppet stayed where they were.

"This... this... what kind of snail is this?" Amelia asked tremblingly, it was completely different from the snail in her impression, is it a snail? Isn't it lightning?

"It's not lightning. Lightning is a horse, not as fast as it is. This is Ironscale Scavenger. Do you know Ironscale Scavenger?" Negris asked.

"That ancient god who is as huge as a plane and covered in iron armor, the iron-scale scavenger? You ride an ancient god? Why?" Amelia asked in disbelief.

It's too troublesome to explain. Do you want to tell her that Ange can help the snail give birth? Then she must have thought they were perverted, so she said casually: "He owes us money, catch him."

Amelia and the puppet clung to the grip that had just been extended, and with a whoosh, they flew like lightning in 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 herself any longer and spit it out.

"Huh~" Negris snorted in disgust, then flew up, away from Amelia.

Others followed suit and stayed away from Amelia one after another. The speeding snail was slanted, some didn't understand why, but they still followed Amelia's example.

Only the puppet didn't dislike her, stretched out one hand, and dragged her away from the floating vomit.

one-hand? Looking at the puppet with only one hand left, Negris couldn't help but ask, "Where's your other hand?"

The puppet said shyly: "The road was too fast, and I was thrown off."

Negris was speechless: "Is your body too fragile?"

"I'm sorry..." The puppet said weakly, "I was too poor before and couldn't afford good materials."

I can't take it, why do you say sorry? Losing an arm is not something that needs to be apologized to others.

Negris couldn't help but want to roll his eyes. Even if he encountered a stinking horse like Lightning, it was never so speechless. If he spoke louder, she would cry, right?

Forget it, find a professional, Negris looked back at Anthony.

As expected of a professional, he could see through what Negris wanted to do at a glance, slowly floated over, and asked kindly: "Do you believe in the power of knowledge?"

The puppet froze for a moment, then nodded: "I believe it."

"Then close your eyes, pray to the God of Knowledge, offer all your knowledge, and ask it to give you a new arm, are you willing?" Anthony asked.

There is such a good thing? The puppet blinked his eyes, what value would his own knowledge have in front of these beings who could strike the dimension with bare hands? Can this be replaced with a new arm? what kind of arm?

"Is it really possible? God of knowledge, I pray to you. I would like to offer all my knowledge in exchange for your help." The puppet closed its eyes and prayed earnestly.

Negris quickly asked Ang to open up the space and take out Duroken. Of course, Duroken is better at alchemy.

"Hey, where did you pick up such a crude antique puppet?" Duroken noticed the puppet as soon as he came out, and asked with some disgust.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm too crude..." the puppet said aggrievedly, rubbing its little fingers.

"Wow, with consciousness? With a soul? Such a weak soul? I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention just now." Brocken was taken aback, and then was shocked by the puppet's wronged appearance. He apologized quickly and thought to himself: I won't cry right?

Then Duroken's eyes fell on the puppet's missing arm, and he quickly understood why he was picked out: "Xiu?"

Negris nodded: "Let's see if I can fix it. I just threw off my arm when I was riding a bull."

Duroken glanced at the speeding snail and suddenly said, "Understood."

Then gearing up: "What price do you want to repair?"

Negris hurriedly stopped him: "How did you start learning silver coins? No money, this is my believer, just repair it casually."

"Your believer?" Duroken said disappointedly: "I thought there was a business coming, it's for nothing."

The puppet said anxiously: "No, no, I...I..."

While talking, he opened the shell on his chest and took out a heart made of countless gears meshing with each other: "This is the most valuable thing in me, I don't know if it can be used as a reward."

The tone of her voice was so anxious that if she could blush, she would have blushed up to her ears by now.

Duroken sensed something was wrong from her tone, and hurriedly called Anthony, and asked in a low voice, "What's the situation?"

Anthony naturally knew what he was asking, and explained in a low voice: "Pleasant personality, shy, shy, afraid that others will hate her, every time I want to take out the most precious things, for fear that others will be dissatisfied."

Duroken suddenly said: "Scared me to death, I just said 'it's nothing', and she took out the heart of forging, what kind of behavior is this? It feels like I asked her if she had eaten, and she cut open her stomach and said : After eating a bowl, it scared me to death."

"So you know why Master Naig accepted her as a believer, because she was afraid that after finishing her arm, she would turn her head off and say thank you." Anthony said dumbfounded.

Then Anthony asked again: "You said her is the forging heart? The forging heart of the dwarf forging god?"

"It shouldn't be a dwarf's. It's so rough, it might be an imitation, and it doesn't seem to be functional. She took it out and it didn't affect her activities. Who is she? Why is her soul so weak?" Duroken asked.

Anthony explained the origin of the puppet, and when he heard that he wanted to seal the little beholder, Duroken also laughed on the spot: "Seal the little beholder, does she think she is me?"

After figuring out the situation, Duroken didn't delay, studied the material of her puppet body, selected a piece of sacred wood as the base material, tapped the golden rod, tapped, tapped...

Each magic pattern was engraved on it, and a touch of mithril was taken out, and the magic pattern was inlaid with mithril. Take out the graphite, dab it on the joints, self-moisturizing and enchanting. He took out the roots of the Ten Thousand Realms Sacred Tree and wrapped them around his arms to strengthen the tendons.

Then tie the tail of the roots on the shoulders, take out the worm ash liquid, and put a drop on each contact point, and the roots and the shoulders quickly grow together.

"Okay, it's done. You are an alchemist, so you should know what adaptive alchemy is. That is, it depends on you what kind of arm it will grow into." Without waiting for a response, he ran to Ange, Ask Ange to stuff him back into the space.

"Thank you, thank you, this, the reward, this..." Looking at Duroken who ran away, the puppet held the forging heart, at a loss.

Anthony picked up her forged heart, stuffed it back into his body as it was, gently covered the shell, and said with a smile: "You have dedicated all your knowledge, and there is no need to pay anything else."

"But, is it enough to just pray like this?" The puppet thought it was a bit of a joke.

"If you are willing to worship 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 shrank back subconsciously, because he saw a mass of thick soul flames rushing towards him.

Devout +1

Niegris couldn't help but whispered to Anthony: "Do you accept labor dispatch? Let Ange send you to my temple of knowledge as a priest for a while?"

Anthony said: "You can't cover me, so don't go."

Tuk tuk - there was a knocking sound from the void in front of him, and Ange, who was knocking on the dimension, turned his head and shouted: "Oh!"

The entrance to the space passage has been found, without Amelia showing the way.

A group of people floated into the space channel in a single file, and soon passed through a layer of something like an air film, and the surrounding substances immediately became richer.

"Is there air? There is air here? Is it possible to breathe? Is it because of the pressure difference in different spaces that air can be retained?" Xiludi asked curiously.

This place on Chaos Side is simply the holy place where space mages like her dream of studying.

"Who! How dare you break into the Holy Land of the God of Hole! Accept the wrath of Thunder!" A roar came from the front of the passage, and a short and stocky figure, carrying a hammer and stepping on Thunder, rushed forward come out.

Thunder Hammer? An Ge immediately reached out and shook his hand, condensed out the lightning spear, and at the same time stepped forward and bowed.

As soon as he took the throwing posture, the short and sturdy figure turned a corner rumblingly, as if he hadn't seen Ange's group, he ran away from a ninety-degree angle: "Accept Thunder's anger, this a rock."

boom!