"This is the root of the tree god. You promised to manifest mine." Awuli said.
Ange nodded for the seventh time, which was no different from the first time. On the contrary, Nigris was impatient and said angrily: "I know, I know, you have said it eight hundred times."
Awuli tilted her head and thought for a while, then said seriously: "Not eight hundred times, you promised to manifest me."
Ange nodded for the eighth time.
Nigris lost his temper and said: "You are really stupider than a sheep. How can Ange be so patient? He has done it eight hundred times and he is still so patient."
Anthony glanced sideways at it and said nothing.
Nigris immediately turned his head wisely.
Anthony asked in a low voice: "Which of the ones your Lord has taken in is easy? Moreover, it is impossible to breed new seeds without patience."
Nigris was right. Little angels, little zombies, big bones and diphtheria, few of them are fuel-efficient lamps. If you don't have any patience, you really can't handle them well. You should underestimate this dead skeleton.
Ange led Awuli to the roots of the giant tree with the patience of nurturing a seedling. After arriving here, Awuli did not stop, but raised her legs and 'walked' to the trunk of the tree, stepping on the light made of light. Trunk, go up.
Although a little surprised, everyone still followed it up the tree trunk. After all, this is just a space of consciousness, and external laws have no effect here.
Sure enough, after walking to the tree trunk, everyone's perception changed. The tree roots seemed to have turned into the ground, and the original ground turned into a rock wall. Of course, these things are composed of light and have only outlines and textures. Lines are like simple drawings drawn with colored pens.
As he walked, Ange discovered that the light on the ground outlined the outline of a fruit. Out of curiosity, Ange reached out and touched the fruit.
A fruit that is the size of a watermelon but has a smooth skin like a cherry slowly appears.
Ange held it in his hand and asked, "What is this?"
"It has no name, remember to recognize me." Awuli said.
Ange nodded and said, "What's the use?"
Awu Li tilted her head: "I don't know, maybe it tastes delicious. I think it tastes good."
Anthony said: "It seems to be a very rare fruit. Why don't you find someone to try it?"
"Don't worry, I've already eaten it. Do you know what effect it has? Could it be fooling us?" Nigris said hesitantly.
Anthony shook his head: "This is a normal reaction. Will elves feel any effect if they eat the life fruit? No, they are used to it, but eating the short-lived fruit will extend their lifespan."
"The elves are like this, let alone a conscious body. They don't know what other creatures will do if they eat it. It is a rare thing in the first place. It is impossible for other creatures to eat it, so how can it be rare?"
Nigris suddenly said: "Yes, it's like those knights who often have rare items to identify. I always find this kind of plot strange. It is a rare item in the first place. How can anyone identify it? Anyone can identify it. Yes, can it be called rare?"
"Yes, you must be the kind of god with profound knowledge and rich experience who can make deductions and identify it through other similar items, so you eat it and identify it." Anthony said.
Nigris said angrily: "I knew you were going to trick me, why didn't you take the appraisal?"
"You have profound knowledge. You are the God of Knowledge. I don't even know what kind or genus it is. I can't identify it even if I eat it." Anthony said.
Nigris rolled his eyes: "Although I know you want to trick me, but you talk nicely, then I will reluctantly authenticate it."
After speaking, he took a bite of the fruit and immediately became excited. His eyes widened in an exaggerated way, and he said with an incredulous expression: "It's delicious—yeah." His tone was so exaggerated that he added a vibrato.
"Is it that exaggerated? Why do I feel like you are the kind of person who wants to trick others into getting a sour lemon if you want to say it's sweet?" Anthony looked at Nigris' performance suspiciously.
"No, no, no, I'm not lying to you. It's really delicious, not in terms of taste, but in terms of soul. It seems to bring back all the most delicious memories in your memory, making you feel good all over again. It reaches your feet, it’s amazing, come and try it.” Nigris said excitedly.
Anthony shook his head firmly: "No, if it tastes good, just eat more. How do you feel?"
Negris doesn’t bother with it, because it’s really delicious, not for the taste buds, but for the soul. One bite can bring back all the beautiful flavors in the memory, making people tremble physically and mentally.
If I had to compare it, perhaps only the legendary succubus' divine intercourse can be compared.
"Is it really so delicious?" Seeing Nigris chewing it with such joy, Anthony knew that he was not the kind who insists on saying "lemon is sweet", and couldn't help but want to try it, what does it feel like to be delicious at the soul level, but As soon as he finished speaking, he looked behind Nigris blankly.
Ange also looked behind Nigris. Everyone looked over and saw the outline of an ancient dragon outlined by light appearing there, making the same movements as Nigris.
This outline is not a proportional enlargement of Negris, but a projection of another more ancient form, just like the shadow of a cat is a tiger. The outline of light is also a form that is more like an ancient dragon.
"This... Lord Naige, look back." Anthony couldn't help but remind him.
Nigris took a bite of the pulp, turned his head and looked around, then froze in place. After a long while, he chewed the pulp again and said vaguely: "This is the reflection of my consciousness, right?" ?This fruit has strengthened my consciousness? Returned to my ancestors?"
"So this fruit can strengthen consciousness? Well, Master Naige..." Anthony smiled kindly.
Nigris knew what he wanted to do as soon as he heard it. He stuffed the remaining pulp into his mouth in three strokes and swallowed it whole. Humph, you didn't try it just now, and now you still want to divide it? Think beautifully.
Anthony looked at the little angel and the little zombie. They all nodded in unison and scattered in all directions.
Not long after, Anthony shouted: "My lord, there is one here."
Not long after, the little angel also shouted: "Ouch!"
The little zombie also shouted: "Ouch."
After a search, everyone found a total of twenty fruits, all of which were manifested and collected by Ange.
However, this number is far lower than everyone imagined. There are only twenty such fruits in such a big tree? impossible.
"Are they all growing on the tree crowns?" Negris asked.
Awu Li said: "No, this kind of fruit only grows on the trunk, and another kind grows on the crown."
"Another kind? What kind of fruit is the other one?" Nigris became interested. The fruits on the trunk could actually strengthen his consciousness. What magical effects would the fruits on the crown of the tree have?
Awuli shook her head: "I don't know, I didn't give it a name."
Well, this guy didn’t know anything about it. He probably couldn’t be the spirit of the sacred tree. Such a stupid spirit of the sacred tree would be so stupid if he could control the sacred tree.
Ange carefully examined Negris's soul, consciousness, and body, and found that they had all been enhanced to a certain extent, especially his consciousness, but there were no negative effects.
After confirming that there was no problem, he gave one fruit to the little angel, the little zombie, and Anthony, and kept the rest temporarily.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Nigris asked.
Ange shook his head: "If you don't eat, you are strong enough."
"Okay, okay, I know your soul is strong enough, and even the fruits of consciousness can't strengthen you. If you are so strong, you can manifest the entire tree, then don't we have a divine tree of all realms?" First half Maybe he just wanted to complain, but in the second half of the sentence, Nigris's eyes lit up.
(End of chapter)
