Undead creatures have souls, but in fact they are two things, one is spirit and the other is soul. Spirit is consciousness and soul is container. What Ange means is that there is a consciousness on this straw owl.
This is not a rare thing. Some Horcruxes also have consciousness, such as the Sacred Hammer of the Earth, the Book of Brass...
The spirit on the straw owl is essentially the same existence as Negris, but when Ange touches it, he immediately feels the difference. This consciousness is muttering to himself:
"Kid, take care."
"The magic rice is still a little short of success, but I'm not willing to accept it."
"I am the strongest Druid."
"Dragon poop really stinks..."
All of them were the contents that Ange had received from the remnant consciousness of Chunfeng's skeleton, and there was nothing new.
Ange tilted his head, pointed at the little guy and said, "This consciousness was created by him."
Only a created consciousness can be so rigid and monotonous, but this is already a very magical thing. The little guy has created a consciousness.
It is not yet known what level this consciousness is and whether it is intelligent, but a child who has never learned anything can create a consciousness out of hand based on the residual consciousness of a corpse. This is definitely not a simple matter.
Nigris was confused. Whether it was straw made from mud or consciousness created, it was not a normal power system. Only divine magic could have such a magical effect.
But how old is a child who defines magic? Are you kidding me?
"Xiao Bu, wait a minute, why do you call him Xiao Bu?" Nigris thought of a question and turned to Katie and asked.
"Did you name him?" Katie asked.
Nigris frowned and thought for a while, but he couldn't remember whether he had given him a name, let alone whether Master Chunfeng had given him a name.
"So I'll call him Little Boo for the time being. Do you want Sir Nag to give him a name?" Katie asked.
Negris shook his head: "Forget it, just call him Xiaobu, it sounds pretty good."
After a pause, Nigris continued to ask: "What did you mean when you said he used mud to make this straw owl? How did you make straw out of mud?"
Katie spread her hands and looked confused: "I don't know, I just saw him pinching it and it turned into a pile of straw."
Saying that, Katie turned to Xiao Bu and said softly: "Xiao Bu, how did you do it? Can you show it to Mr. Naige?"
"Ouch!" Xiao Bu shook his head and hugged the straw owl tightly.
Nigris was stunned. How could anyone know how to speak? Did the little angel teach him?
It can understand the Aao language, but what Xiaobu said is: "If you change, you can't change."
The general meaning is that he has already changed into one and cannot change into the second one.
Nigris approached Xiao Bu and asked kindly: "Xiao Bu, why did you think of changing into an owl?"
Xiao Bu pointed at the straw owl and said in standard common language: "Grandpa Feng."
The little guy couldn't even speak clearly, but he spoke these words so standardly. Someone must have taught him patiently.
Nigris flew up and lamented to Katie: "Alas, this little guy has never forgotten Master Chunfeng. Maybe it is because Spring Breeze often transforms into an owl, so he thinks the owl is his Grandpa Feng. Alas, it's so pitiful.
Yes, he remembers everything from the past."
Katie nodded: "Yes, the poor little guy still wakes up from dreams often, and then hugs me and cries, saying that the poop smells really bad. What kind of poop can he remember to this day?"
Nigris scratched his nose in embarrassment and was about to change the subject when he suddenly heard a wailing sound behind him.
When I turned around, I saw that the little angel had slipped the little Buti into the mud next to him. Together with the little zombie Ange, everyone was kneeling with their knees in a circle, and Ange was watering the water in the circle.
After pouring the water, the little angel gave him a 'ouch' sound.
"Ouch?"
"Ouch!"
"Ouch~"
"boom!"
"Wow wow...!"
"boom!"
After a friendly and enthusiastic communication, Xiao Bu struggled to make up with the mud with two dark circles under his eyes. Just now he said he couldn't change, but now, a new mud owl is slowly taking shape in his hands.
Nigris didn't even know what to say. These guys who could only growl had a rougher and more direct way of communicating.
Katie felt heartbroken, but she didn't dare to say anything, so she could only twist her clothes by herself.
The mud made the shape of an owl, and Xiaobu carefully carved out the details. The eyes and feathers were lifelike. After all the shapes were drawn, Xiaobu reached out and picked it up.
Of course it was impossible to pick up the mud, but Xiao Bu tried very hard to pick it up, and the mud owl fell into a pile of straw.
"Hiss, it has really changed. From soil to straw, how could this happen? It can't be an illusion, right? Doesn't this mean that the elements have been changed?" Nigris took a breath and murmured in disbelief.
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This change from one substance to another is beyond the scope of its understanding. It cannot understand how it is done. Is it magic?
Only divine magic can produce such unreasonable changes, or in other words, it follows another set of laws, the laws of God.
Thinking of this, Nigris quickly flew over and asked Ange: "Is he your believer? Can you please stop squatting? You are such a big man and you are still a god. A bunch of people are looking at you, don't act like a child.
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As far as Ange could do, the majestic Trinity squatted on the ground and watched children playing in the mud.
Ange nodded.
"Which godhead?"
"The God of Planting."
"I guessed it." Nigris said with a true expression: "So does he define the magic now? Can you use this magic?"
Ange nodded, pinched a bone with mud, and then picked it up.
Bones made of clay instantly turned into bones made of straw.
"...Can it only be turned into straw? Can't it be turned into something else? What's the use of turning mud into straw..." Negri sighed: "I knew I shouldn't have expectations."
Originally, I thought Ange could help and improve this magic. After all, Xiaobu is just a child under five years old. He can turn into straw. Can't Ange improve it and change it into something else? For example, into gold.
Silver and the like.
This is the transformation of elements, which is equivalent to turning the earth element into the 'wood' element. It is simply a magical skill of creation. Of course, there is no such element as 'wood'.
Ange tilted his head and thought for a moment, then picked up the straw bone and threw it at Lightning: "Eat."
Lightning took it in his mouth and asked while chewing: "Why do you let me eat it? It tastes so bad that it pricks my mouth. I want to eat the buds of the world tree."
Although it was unpalatable, Lightning still chewed it up and swallowed it. It thought that what Ange threw was special straw, which was conjured after all. Unexpectedly, after swallowing it, it found that it was just a lump of straw, and even the taste was exactly the same.
How long has it been since Uncle Lightning gnawed on straw? Not since he followed Ange, and again, at least it was beet leaves.
"Bah, it tastes really bad." Lightning spat, spitting out some bits and pieces that stung his mouth.
Ange then said: "You can eat it."
Nigris understood what he meant and said angrily: "Yes, yes, it can be eaten and fed to the horses. The mud turns into straw and fed to the horses."
This is simply impossible. Even if mud is turned into straw, it is worthless, but it definitely requires divine power. Spending a lot of divine power just to turn straw into something? Crazy.
This is all that can be done for the time being. The fundamental reason why Ange is so stubborn is that he can only conjure straw.
"What about this spirit?" Nigris pointed to the consciousness in the straw owl.
After all, straw is straw, and it cannot be used as a carrier of consciousness. It will fall apart soon, and you have to find a way to transfer it to other places.
Ange took out a scarecrow hat. He had collected many scarecrow hats on the farm, but most of them were broken. It was not until Nigris got the Midas Rod that he repaired them.
But it was meaningless at that time, there were many scarecrow hats in Duroken's palace.
Transfer your consciousness into the hat and put it back on the straw owl.
"Yeah, that's fine. The scarecrow's hat is the real thing. As long as the hat is not broken, it will be fine. When the straw falls apart, it can be tied again." Nigris nodded.
The consciousness and the hat slowly merged together, and suddenly, with a leap, the straw owl transformed into a simple owl, a living one.
However, everyone can see that it is fake. The intensity of this consciousness is too low, and everyone present can see through this illusion.
Only Xiao Bu didn't care. He hugged the straw owl very excitedly and shouted excitedly: "Grandpa Feng."
To be continued...