The woman was confused throughout the entire process because what was happening was beyond her understanding.
The forbidden soul ring prevented her from using magic power, and her physical disability made her a disabled person. These were all within the scope of her understanding, but why could level one dispelling magic dispel her magic power? Why can I destroy her shield with my bare hands?
Why is this person pinching his mouth and ears? Is he a psychopath who takes pleasure in seeing other people's wounds? Why is it getting noisier all around? Why am I a little dizzy? Why does the recliner seem to be crooked?
A series of questions, coupled with the powerlessness of being manipulated, made the woman more and more troubled, and finally made her explode: "Let me go!"
As soon as the voice came out, the woman felt like she was struck by lightning.
"I...I...ho..." I...I can actually make a sound? The woman moved her mouth subconsciously, and immediately felt that there was something non-existent in her mouth.
She couldn't help but stretched out hard, looked down, and saw a small pink tongue.
Is this a tongue? Is this my tongue? Why is it so tender?
Of course the newly grown ones are tender.
The woman clumsily tried to lick her gums. She had lost her tongue for a while and had forgotten how to use it.
The teeth clearly slid across her tongue, clearly telling her that her tongue had grown.
"I...I..." The woman trembled with excitement and turned to look at Ange.
Ange, who had already let go of her, tilted his head with a puzzled look on his face, not knowing what the woman was talking about.
But the woman was already shocked by another thing, because she discovered that she could hear her own voice. This was such a strange experience that she didn't react until now.
She lost her hearing due to an accident when she was young, and has not heard sounds for many years. After becoming a magician, due to the assistance of various magics, her lack of hearing did not affect her life, so she gradually got used to it. .
When she heard the sound now, she was a little unaccustomed to it. The whole world became three-dimensional and had a stronger sense of space, so she felt a little dizzy and wondered if the recliner was crooked.
Are your ears healed? Not an illusion? How could it be possible? She had gone to countless therapists, and everyone told her that unless a miracle happened, it would be impossible for her eardrums and tongue to recover.
"I...I...I..." The woman stuttered for a long time, unable to come up with a reason.
Nigris felt uncomfortable hearing this, and followed her words and asked: "What is your name?"
"Gray...Boulder, my name is Gray...Grey." The woman's words seemed to have found a hand and poured out immediately, but it was a little unsmooth.
"Oh, Gray, why are you here? Why are you so seriously injured? Are you an evil person?" Nigris asked.
Gray listened intently to every sound of Negris, and finally understood it. Even though she could write every word, she had lost her hearing for too long, so she couldn't remember the pronunciation of every word, so she needed to listen carefully.
After hearing it clearly, Gray had a puzzled look on his face: "You don't know me? Haven't you heard my name? Gray Boulder, haven't you heard it?"
Nigris said inexplicably: "Why should I hear your name? Are you famous?"
"Grey Boulder, the truth denier Gray Boulder, haven't you ever heard of her?" Gray asked again.
Luther exclaimed: "Wow!"
Everyone turned to look at him.
Luther said quickly: "This nickname is very cool. Is it, Truth Denier, my dragon-patterned steel core... ouch"
Before he could finish his words, the big cat jumped over and patted him on the head.
Gray Bould was certain that these people did not know her, so they were not specifically here to save her.
"So, you just happened to meet Aura Roxter and saved me?" Gray asked with a weird look on his face, feeling extremely ridiculous in his heart.
But Nigris shook his head: "It happened to be a coincidence. That guy met our companion and wanted to steal its heart, so he was killed by us. As for saving you? We are not sure yet. Are you a good guy or a bad guy? We are the good guys. Just save him easily, if not, then kill him."
Gray's eyes were confused, as if he heard some incredible words: "Good guy? Bad guy? Such a childish distinction?"
"Is it childish?" Nigris scratched his head: "Then let me put it another way, good, lawful, neutral, good and lawful, neutral and lawful, we save those from the good and neutral camp, and we kill those from the chaotic evil camp. , isn’t this childish?”
Not naive... because Gray is already confused. Is there such a complicated method of division? She hasn't heard of it.
"I...I..." She didn't know how to answer so that she didn't look so ignorant: "I just want to ask, what should I do if it's not good or bad?"
"Good or bad? Is that neutrality? Are you killing people randomly? Destroying roads? Burning fields? Are you following the rules?" Negris asked next.
Gray shook his head, shook his head, shook his head, shook his head.
"That means not killing people indiscriminately, not destroying roads, and not burning fields, but they also don't abide by the rules and are chaotic neutral. This is difficult for us to handle." Negris said awkwardly.
Gray's head was about to explode. She didn't expect that a good guy or a bad guy could make so many differences. She actually just wanted to ridicule that it was too naive to use good guys and bad guys to distinguish people. She didn't want to have an academic discussion!
Nigris misunderstood her meaning and said: "Isn't it possible to divide it this way? Then it must be divided according to life forms. If divided according to life forms, it can be divided into life races, undead creatures, and elemental creatures. Among them, undead creatures The undead in it can be subdivided into..."
Gray exploded, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and he roared ferociously: "I am not here for academic discussion. Even if I am chaotic and evil, you can't kill me! I deny the truth..."
While roaring, Gray's magic power exploded, exploding a shield, and countless elements gathered towards her.
The same scene happened. Ange thrust with one hand, bursting her shield with his boundary-piercing hand, strangled her neck with one hand, and then dispersed, dispersed, dispersed.
A steady stream of first-level dispersions shook Gray's magic power away.
Negris frowned and said: "Her magic power is so strong. The instantaneous intensity is estimated to have reached the level of truth, not much worse than Diluni. She will lose control inexplicably. Is she sick? Mental illness?"
Ange nodded: "Two consciousnesses."
"Two consciousnesses?!" Nigris was shocked: "There are two consciousnesses in her body? Dual personality?"
Ange nodded.
Gray's face turned pale at first because she realized that the strength she was so proud of was nothing in front of Ange.
He penetrated her shield with his bare hands. Even though it was a hastily released shield, it was not something that ordinary people could easily destroy. However, Ange managed to destroy it easily. His hands seemed to have some special destructive power.
It would be fine if he just simply blew out her shield. Even the Sword Master could do it at this distance. What made Gray despair was Ange's terrifying casting speed. He could cast at least twenty first-level dispellers instantly every second. At this terrifying speed, she couldn't even gather her magic power.
However, when she heard Nigris' words later, her whole heart twitched. She really felt that there seemed to be another self inside her, which often made her do uncontrollable things.
But she had never told anyone this kind of thing, and this man actually saw it, and the brass dragon actually said a term she had never heard of before - dual personality?
When I think about it carefully, it seems right. The other self in my body is very irritable and completely different from my own personality. But when the other self has the upper hand, I can burst out with stronger strength.
"Is this a disease? Is there any cure?" Gray asked eagerly.
"Cure? It should be possible. Go back to Anthony and ask. Put it on first." Nigris picked up the soul ring that was broken by Ange from the ground, took out the Midas Touch and pinched the broken area quickly. Restored in perfect condition.
Gray couldn't help but open her mouth. She is a truth denier, a very powerful magician, and has her own nickname. She can be regarded as a well-informed and knowledgeable person, but what she encountered tonight was unstoppable. It was beyond her scope of cognition.
Can a broken thing be restored with the click of a stick? Has the alchemist's technology advanced to this point?
Nigris put the soul ring back on her neck. She had already broken out twice. It was better to lock up someone like this who could easily lose control and cure her later.
Then Ange picked her up, held the broken part of her arm, and cut off the stubble with his hand.
Gray's eyes widened: "Why did you kill me?"
As soon as her words came out of her mouth, she couldn't help but be shocked. Why could she ask such a question? Shouldn't he be the first to scream? She is usually very afraid of pain.
But...it didn't hurt. Although it should be painful to see the flesh and bones exposed where Ange cut off, she felt no pain, as if the arm was not her own.
Ange dropped some essence and then used the holy light to press it down.
The scene that shocked Gray even more was that the granulations on the section of fresh flesh were growing rapidly, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not long after, a white and tender arm appeared in front of her eyes.
Gray moved his hands in disbelief, watching her flex and stretch in front of his eyes, and then suddenly stretched it into his mouth and took a fierce bite.
Although the pain made her burst into tears, she laughed happily: "The hand... the hand is a real hand, not an illusion, not a phantom limb, it is a real hand. You gave me a real hand. "
"Phantom limb? What is a phantom limb?" Negris asked curiously.
Gray responded excitedly: "When I first lost my hands and feet, I often felt pain in my fingers and toes, but they had obviously been cut off. It seemed that the limbs in my imagination were hurting. I wanted to apply medicine to them. Neither can be done.”
"Is there such a thing? Okay, I remember, phantom limb." Nigris murmured suddenly.
While they were talking, Ange had already healed a second arm, followed by both legs.
Gray watched absently as her arms and legs gradually grew back, her mind went blank and she didn't know what to think. She thought she would be a useless person for the rest of her life, unable to hear or speak, having no one to take care of her and even having to poop on her body.
But now, in less than half an hour, everything came back. When she stepped on the carpet with her newly grown feet tremblingly, hot tears could not help but pour out of her eyes.
"You...are you a god?" Gray asked tremblingly as he looked at Ange.
Ange nodded.
"What...what god?" Gray asked.
Ange stretched out his fingers and picked out the words immortality, cultivation, beauty, scales, knowledge...it's so long...
Ange's actions made her misunderstand, and Gray said seriously: "Whether you are a god or not, you saved me and gave me a new life. You are my god of hope."
A ball of soul flame was thrown into Ange's soul, and a special symbol was formed there. But it wasn't over yet. A ball of sizzling sparks appeared in front of Ange.
"Hiss--a fire of faith? You lit a fire of faith? Sabada, are you kidding me?" Nigris exclaimed.
…
The cabin door opened with a bang, and Nigris squeezed out, then pointed at Gray who followed him, and said to the Lord of Terror: "You said there are good things, are you referring to her? Even if you passed the test, she still has It’s really ‘good stuff’.”
The Lord of Terror looked at Gray, then at Nigris, and shook his head.
"What do you mean when you shake your head? It's not her?" Nigris was surprised. Is there anything else on the flying car?
The Lord of Terror sneered: "What kind of good thing is a thin female slave? An embryonic dragon that has never seen the world."
Gray's eyes turned red, and she was about to have another attack. With a snap, the soul forbidden ring was activated, cutting off her perception and making her freeze in place, but the forbidden ring itself also emitted some heat.
Nigris clicked his tongue: "No wonder I treat you like this. The soul ring can't contain you at all. I need to find Anthony quickly to cure your problem."
"Then where do you think that thing is?" Nigris asked.
After everyone got off the car, the Lord of Terror lifted the car, pointed to a red hole in the chassis and said, "It should be here."
"Then we can dismantle it when we go back. Let Duro be willing to dismantle it, so as not to break the flying car. This flying car is quite luxurious and can be used when going out in the future." Nigris said, and then called for everyone to come up.
The Lord of Terror rubbed his hands and said flatteringly: "Master, do you like this gift? I changed my name to Black Smoke Ring. Can you stop going to the Fertile Field?"
Gray looked at Ange again in surprise. This lava giant was obviously a very powerful demon, but he spoke in such a humble tone. Is this Ange scary?
Ange nodded helplessly. He was so naughty, but Hemel was still obedient.
"Woohoo." The Lord of Terror didn't realize that he had lost his 'favor'. He cheered, and the flames on his body quickly extinguished. The flowing lava cooled quickly and peeled off layer by layer. He also disliked that it was too slow and stretched out his hand to pull it away.
Soon all the rock shell on his body fell off, revealing a half-meter-tall little devil, which climbed onto the speeding car nimbly.
"Is this your original form?" Nigris asked curiously.
The Lord of Terror shook his head: "How is it possible? How could I reveal my true identity? I'm pretending so that others won't notice me and attack you, the fat dragon, first."
Nigris started the flying car and flew home. When the speed increased, he pulled hard and pulled the Lord of Terror out of the flying car: "You can run back."
…
The speed of the luxury speed car was not slow, and it soon returned to the vicinity of the Pond of Life. After receiving the news, Du Luoken came out to greet him. He first checked whether the speed car had any tracking and positioning circles, and made sure there were none before letting it drive. Go into the forest.
In the forest, ordinary tracking and positioning arrays and the like will not work. As long as necessary, the God of Life can block all signals.
Silver Coin took out all the materials for building the teleportation array, and Duroken quickly built it. With sufficient materials, Duroken could quickly complete the construction of a teleportation array with the help of the Midas Rod.
Two hours later, the teleportation array was completed, activated, and tested. After there were indeed no problems, Anthony teleported over.
"Your Excellency, you lit another faith fire? What kind of faith fire? Who lit it?" Anthony asked in surprise.
After some explanation, Anthony was also shocked: "Dual personality? Truth denier? So magical? Let me see."
Gray stood far away. Although she couldn't hear what everyone was saying, she knew from the glances they turned from time to time that everyone was talking about her, and she couldn't help but feel a little irritable.
After Anthony walked towards her, she stared at him warily.
Anthony said kindly: "Don't be nervous, I'll check you out. It'll be fine. Just relax."
I don’t know what kind of magic Anthony’s voice has. Gray really became quiet after hearing it, but the other person inside her was ready to move.
"Can you let the other you out?" Anthony asked kindly as he unlocked the soul ring.
Gray shook his head: "No, I can't control it."
"Oh, when will she come out?" Anthony asked.
"When you are angry and desperate," Gray said.
"Are you angry?" Anthony muttered a few words, and then his tone changed: "You stupid, lazy, cowardly, ￥#%&￥#..." A series of vicious curse words spewed out of Anthony's mouth.
His speech was so fast and fluent, and his content was rich and vicious, that it was faster than lightning. Everyone who heard it was shocked.
Gray was stunned for a moment. She couldn't believe that the kind and friendly middle-aged handsome guy would suddenly curse. When she reacted, her eyes suddenly turned red and she burst out angrily: "You go..."
Before she could finish speaking, Anthony's fingers were already pressed against her temples. She felt her thoughts freeze and her whole mind went blank. Then she watched helplessly as Anthony leaned into her ear and muttered something. What.
Gray couldn't think, and allowed those mutterings to be imprinted in her mind one by one. At this moment, her only thought was: Can I not even defeat Lord Ange's men?
After a while, Gray tilted his head and fainted.
Anthony retracted his fingers tiredly and returned to Ange.
Ange dug out a bottle of nutrient solution and a dried beet.
Anthony took it and finished it in a few mouthfuls, then said: "Sir Naig, this is not a mental illness. Do you remember Shyamala?"
ps: This chapter has 5,000 words. It seems to be a lottery. Let’s try it.
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