Xia Mara's nose is sharper than that of a kobold. She usually avoids Ange. There is no need to never appear in front of Ange. If she suddenly appears, it means something good is going to happen.
It's just a good thing for her, and it doesn't matter whether it's a good thing for others.
He couldn't let her take advantage of him so easily. Nigris said, "It's just the right time. Come over and take a look and see if you can see anything."
Xia Mara came over and took a look and shook her head: "It seems to have nothing to do with me. I can't see anything that has nothing to do with me."
"Zobada, your ability is too useless. You have no collective contribution at all. What use are you for?" Nigris said jealously.
It also wants this kind of ability. It can only be good if it is good to itself, but it cannot be good if it is good to others. It simply doesn’t feel too good.
Xia Mara smiled bitterly and said: "I don't want to either, Sir Naige, but I can't control this ability. It is just a feeling in the dark. If there is a way to make it contribute to Sir, just give me your orders. "
Nigris said angrily: "You can't control it, how can I control your feelings? Don't talk nonsense, tell me quickly, what's the matter with you? If you have nothing to do, leave quickly."
"Haha, I feel like something good is happening." Shyamala said with a smile.
At this moment, Ange suddenly interjected: "I order you to be responsible for it."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Xia Mara asked hesitantly: "Sir, do you mean to let me be responsible for handling these hairs?"
Ange nodded and said, "It's called Saya, Nightmare Saya."
"Yes, yes, I have a feeling, I have a feeling." Xia Mara reacted instantly, frowning and sensing carefully.
Only then did Nigris understand: "You ordered Xia Mara to be responsible for dealing with Nightmare Saya, so Saya became in contact with her, and she can sense things about Nightmare Saya? Is this okay?"
Xia Mara's whole body was shaken, her face suddenly turned pale, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Ange tilted his head in confusion, stretched out his hand, and fired more than a dozen healing spells into Xia Mara's body, causing her face to turn rosy.
Xia Mara breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said with lingering fear: "This nightmare Saya is very powerful, beyond my ability. I'm sorry, sir, I can't feel much. I only feel that it seems like It's a 'good thing'."
"I was shocked. Are you okay? Saya is indeed very powerful. This is an ancient god, beyond the ability of a demigod like you. How about it? Are there any internal injuries?" Negris asked with concern.
Nightmare Saya is an ancient god, while Xia Mara is just a demigod. This kind of unequal touch can easily get hurt.
Confrontations involving gods are extremely dangerous. Nothing may seem to be happening on the surface, but life may be rapidly draining away.
Life failure is a troublesome thing for many gods, but it is not a big deal for Ange. When Oak used his life sacrifice to kill the insect god, he was rescued by Ange.
Although Ange slept for half a year later, the strength of Ange now is no longer the same as that of then. If he is treated as early as possible, the loss will not be great.
Xia Mara was stunned for a moment, then her expression suddenly changed, as if she was listening to something, and then her eyes lit up.
She pressed her plain chest fiercely and said painfully: "No, something may be wrong with me. I'm injured internally. It feels sunken here. Sir, please use the Meishen Fist to save me."
Not to mention the Meishen Fist, it was fine. When he mentioned the Meishen Fist, Nigris immediately understood. He was so angry: "It's hopeless. Even the Meishen Fist can't save you. Damn it, you learned it badly from Luna. It was Luna who taught you." Isn’t it true that you used to be such a pure little girl, how come you have become so thick-skinned?”
Xia Mara was so sprayed that she winced and stuck out her tongue, and whispered: "I am eighty years old and I am still a little girl..."
Of course, Ange would not waste the Beauty Fist on an eighty-year-old 'little girl'. After checking that she was fine, Nigris turned the topic back to the nightmare Saya: "What do you mean by 'it's a good thing'? mean?"
Xia Mara didn't even dare to think about it, and shook her head vigorously: "I don't know, but it feels like a good thing anyway. You can't ask me again, or I will vomit blood again."
"Okay, okay, Ange, remove her from her post. She can't be responsible for the nightmare Saya." Nigris said, but he didn't feel it was a pity, because Shyamala's ability is too abnormal. If there were no restrictions at all, It's so unreasonable.
Ange nodded and turned to Xia Mara: "Remove your post."
Xia Mara immediately felt that something tight was broken, and her whole body felt relaxed.
"Wow." Luna's voice rang in Xia Mara's heart: "What a clear oracle. This is the first time I have experienced such a clear oracle. Master Ange wants to kill you. It's really just one sentence." thing."
"Have you never felt this before? Didn't the gods of light issue an oracle?" Shyamala asked curiously.
Luna said: "It has been announced, but their oracles have too many things that can be vague and can be interpreted in any way. The power is not that strong, so my feelings are not very clear."
"Does that mean that you are already more powerful than all the gods of light?" Shyamala asked.
"That's of course. Except for the Lord of Light, whose power I have never experienced before, in terms of the intensity of divine power alone, the Gods of Light are far inferior to Lord Ange and are not on the same level." Luna said.
An oracle could make her die. Shyamala shrank to the side very obediently, and everyone who looked over smiled with her teeth, as if she was a fool to redeem herself.
"This guy is hopeless. If I ask her what good thing she has, she can't tell her anything. It's useless." Nigris said with disgust.
Although he disliked it, he didn't let her follow him, and he followed her back to the shell plane.
Anyway, I couldn't find the nightmare Saya for a while. After scattering the insect eggs, Ange couldn't wait to go back. Duroken was still building nervously there, preparing to build it into a movable planting plane. The huge amount of work required can only be greatly shortened by Ange's own hands.
"Command the Lord to do the work for you personally, you really deserve it." Nigris complained.
Duroken smiled bitterly: "Don't let the adults work? I don't dare."
Under the Lord God's own hands-on construction, the Shell Plane has made rapid progress. By the way, he also studied the body of the Snake of Doom and tried to find a way to transform it.
In this way, two months passed. On this day, a vortex suddenly appeared in the void not far from the shell plane, and then spewed out a black beam of light.
Immediately afterwards, one black figure after another shot out of the light pillar and fell to the end of the light pillar.
Everyone gathered around and looked at the figure at the end of the light beam. After a few glances, Nigris turned to look at Shamara and said, "Isn't this the 'good thing' you said?"
(End of chapter)
