The witch finished speaking decisively, but found that everyone was looking at her silently, which made her hesitate and said: "What? Did I guess wrong?"
"That's right, but didn't you just say that you even know the vegetable-growing skeleton? Why don't you know him?" Negris asked.
The witch yelled: "Hey, why are you like this? You always remember these insignificant things. I just said it casually. Who would have thought it was such a coincidence? His Majesty took care of the farm boundary personally. If I didn't The only skeletons I know are the vegetable-growing skeletons."
Everyone cheered up: "His Majesty took care of it himself?"
The witch said: "Of course, he made the farm to pass the time when he was bored. Of course, he has to take care of it himself, otherwise how would he pass the time."
Duroken said in disbelief: "But... I have never seen His Majesty go to the farm. He never even gets close to it."
The witch rolled her eyes: "If Your Majesty goes there in person, will those vegetable-growing skeletons still be alive? Of course they will be projected over. It will be projected into a golden skeleton, and then resurrect a bunch of small skeletons to take care of it."
Upon hearing the words "Golden Skeleton", Ange immediately cast his mind towards the black crystal skeleton, carefully discerned the remaining aura on the skeleton, and then shook his head: "Not the lord."
As a low-level vegetable-growing skeleton, Ange only knew one golden skeleton, the lord who created him. Unfortunately, the aura remaining on this skeleton was different. .
But he also knew this aura, because this aura still remained in the Palace of Rest, which scared him so much that he did not dare to step into the palace for many years. It was not until his bones could no longer hold it that he bravely stepped in.
The witch spread her hands and said: "Of course I won't let you know me. You already know me. Who else in the palace will not know me? Then there will be people rushing to fertilize and water me every day. How can Your Majesty still have fun?"
When Duroken thought about it, it was indeed the case. Don't think that no one in the Palace of Rest was attentive. At least Duroken, if he knew that His Majesty was taking care of the farm, he would immediately design a fully automatic timed watering, harvesting and sowing system. System, so that His Majesty does not have to be so 'tired'.
Even if His Majesty stopped him, he would go and watch from time to time, clap and cheer outside the farm to make His Majesty play more 'comfortable'.
Therefore, the vegetable gardening skeletons on the farm are the only ones that the witch does not recognize.
Nigris was greatly disappointed: "What? That's it? I thought there was something special about it. Isn't this just a retired farmer taking care of the garden for his own entertainment? Then why can he inherit the immortality? But I, the majestic God of Knowledge, can't?" "
The witch smiled and said: "There is no inheritance right to property."
Before Nigris exploded in anger, the witch quickly changed the subject: "According to what you said, he inherited the immortal godhood and the Palace of Rest? What happened to the God of Beauty? How did he come up with such magical means? He is definitely not the immortal god. Technique, if the immortal godhead had this ability, I would have opened a beauty club long ago."
Duroken scratched his nose in embarrassment, and Nigris also laughed.
"What do you mean? Did you really open a beauty club?" The witch was stunned.
Nigris said proudly: "It's a little bigger than that one. It's called Meishen City. Let me tell you, there are many projects in it, including this, this, that, and this."
The witch was so beautiful that she couldn't help but asked: "Can the lich also do these projects?"
"It should be possible. There are many lich clients in Meishen City. There is a truth mage named Aubengli. Now he lives in Meishen City and refuses to leave. You have to ask Lisa about what can be done." Gris said.
At this time, the voice of the great sage came from the distance: "Are you done? I will come over when you are done."
"Okay, come here." Only then did Nigris remember that everyone had forgotten about the Great Sage.
The witch didn't say anything. She just adjusted her hair and clothes subconsciously. But as soon as she touched her clothes, she immediately covered her chest and shouted, "No, don't come over."
Having been here for more than a thousand years, the witch's clothes have long been in tatters. When they were shriveled, they were unnoticeable. Now after being activated, the sensitive parts are exposed in white, looming, making people's noses bleed just by looking at them. .
However, none of the people present were 'human', so no one realized this problem, not even the witch herself.
Duroken quickly threw the cloak over, let her put it on first, and then refined a dress on the spot, thus solving the witch's dilemma.
The great sage was approved to come over, and then there was another moment of boredom. The usually serious great sage was like a little boy at this moment. He couldn't help but become numb when he spoke. However, the witch didn't feel it yet, and was coaxed into smiling after a while. .
Nigris, who soon couldn't stand it anymore, said: "Okay, okay, we flew here for two months, not to see you hooking up. What happened to Your Majesty? Why is there only a skeleton left here? ?”
The witch pointed to the front of the skeleton and said: "Your Majesty is going to kill people. Someone is creating an attack at the end of the void, called a starburst, and is preparing to wipe out all life here. Your Majesty is going to kill them."
Having said this, the witch immediately reacted: "You have the immortal godhead and the beautiful godhead. Why is everything okay? After the starburst is broken, the remaining power of faith will continue to move forward, and finally impact all planes, forming a target How can you be okay with the storm of faith in the Godhead?"
Nigris said: "The Storm of Faith was used by us to farm. Starburst? Is it the red star we saw on the main plane? Did you explode it?"
"Farming?" A huge question arose in the witch's mind. Why is this little yellow book so difficult to understand?
However, she did not dwell on this issue and continued: "How is it possible? How can I have such strength? It was His Majesty who blew it up...well, it was Sombra who blew it up."
Facing everyone's suspicious looks, the witch explained: "Your Majesty told me when he left that if there are new starbursts, it means he has failed, and he can use his body to resist the starbursts."
"Can you drive the Sombra body?" Duroken asked.
"No, but I can move it to the trajectory of the starburst." The witch said.
Well, just like Ange used Locke's skeleton as a shield, this also proves the strength of Sombra's body.
The remaining power of the starburst after being exploded can destroy a bunch of gods, but the starburst itself can't do anything to Sombra's body.
"But we have seen it through an astronomical mirror, and there is a human-shaped object in the center of the starburst." Negris said.
The witch nodded: "Yes, because it is the aggregation of the power of belief. The human form is the embodiment of belief, the image of group belief. This image should be a very well-known image where the red star is."
Nigris somewhat understood: "Are you saying that if a believer of the Immortal God launches such an attack, it is likely that the image of the Immortal God will be manifested?"
"Yes." said the witch.
Negris asked sadly: "Now that there is a new starburst coming, does that mean that His Majesty is dead?"
The witch shook her head: "I originally thought so too, but look."
Having said this, the witch called everyone to come to the skeleton and pointed to the stars in the skeleton: "It has been silent before, but recently, there are more stars on the skeleton, so His Majesty is definitely not dead, but I don't know why. , he can’t prevent new starbursts from happening.”
At this point, the witch suddenly turned around to face everyone: "Now that you are here, the task of protecting His Majesty can be left to you."
The great sage's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the witch said: "I want to send him there to get His Majesty back."
"No," the great sage subconsciously objected: "What's the use of sending him something that His Majesty can't do? It's too dangerous. If you don't have His Majesty's strength, you might not even be able to send it there."
In fact, after seeing that the king left his body but not his soul, everyone knew what method his majesty used to leave - soul projection.
No matter how fast the flight speed is, one thousand kilometers per hour is already the limit, but the speed of thoughts can be as fast as light.
Using thoughts as the guide and then pulling the soul forward, the speed can reach more than half of that of light.
However, not everyone can perform soul projection, because without a strong soul, the distance between the mind and the body will not be too far, so there is no need to use soul projection.
Moreover, this kind of projection consumes too much soul energy, and most people can't bear it. It's no joke if the power is exhausted after the projection is halfway done, the soul will dissipate.
The witch does not have a soul as powerful as the immortal king. If it is forcibly delivered, the most likely possibility is that the power will be exhausted and the soul will be dissipated in the void.
The witch looked deeply at the Great Sage and responded with a smile: "I want to go, Your Majesty needs me."
The great sage's heart sank. He knew the witch too well. When she said, 'Your Majesty needs me,' it meant that she was ready to do whatever it took.
All the souls in the Palace of Rest, except for the little Huanglong, are willing to dedicate everything to His Majesty.
Seeing his expression, the witch quickly said: "Of course, I'm not messing around, you see."
The witch pointed at the forehead of the black crystal skeleton: "Look, all the star points are slowly gathering here and then disappearing. What does it mean? There is power being projected from the black crystal body to a very distant place, so Your Majesty Definitely not dead."
"I am going to use the energy channel built by this power to attach my thoughts to it and send it there," the witch said.
The Great Sage said: "It's too dangerous, let me go."
The witch smiled slightly, ignored the great sage, and turned to guide the stars in the black crystal body.
She fiddled with it for a long time, then suddenly stopped and said nonchalantly: "Well, I can't channel the power inside. Maybe I consume too much power."
There is no soul energy in the void, but the witch has stayed here for thousands of years, only depleting it without replenishing it. Therefore, she has relied on sleeping for these thousand years, and her soul strength has shrunk greatly.
Ange dug out a bag of soul crystals.
While the witch was recovering, Ange pressed the amethyst skeleton, and soul energy poured into the skeleton.
Almost at the moment when soul energy poured into his bones, Ange felt his mind being drawn somewhere. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was in a strange body.
He raised his hands and saw that they were dotted with black crystals. He had actually entered the body of black crystals?
From the perspective of Nigris and others, they only saw Ange suddenly stiffen, while the black crystal body raised his hands.
