Ange dragged the Lord of Terror, who transformed into a lava giant, into the wasteland outside the forest.
The Lord of Terror was still confused and didn't know what was going on, but Nigris was already laughing like crazy: "Why don't you call it erupting volcanic ash? Just wait for Feitian."
Feitian? The Lord of Terror looked at Ange without knowing why.
Ange gestured: "Eruption, volcanic ash."
The Lord of Terror finally understood what Ange wanted to do, and immediately turned to Negris and said: "Lord Negris, I found that your translation is the most correct. I should call it 'black smoke ring emanating from the stone'
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"Haha, it's too late, you are now volcanic ash." Nigris gloated and laughed.
Ange has always had a headache on how to improve the desert soil on a large scale. It is of course the best to capture Hemel. Its fertilizer effect is first-rate.
But Hemel needs a lot of organic matter to feed it. The things planted in Ange are not growing well now, and there are not so many rotten leaves, straw, and straw to feed it, so Hemel cannot have much effect.
If there is no insect god, then use volcanic ash. The desert soil environment is more suitable for volcanic ash. It would be a waste to let Hemel come.
Seeing that Ange was not joking, the Lord of Terror said reluctantly: "I am the Lord of Terror. I am very good at scaring people. Do I really want to spew volcanic ash?"
Ange nodded.
The Lord of Terror sighed, and a stream of black smoke erupted from the gap in his body, turning into ashes and scattering on the wasteland.
Ange stretched out his hand and rubbed it with his fingertips. Yes, it is good fertilizer.
Pointing to the distance, Ange said: "Go."
The Lord of Terror was about to burst into tears: "I... I am the Demon Lord, with the power of fear, harvest, contract, and bribery. You actually made me spit out ashes... My life is so miserable. I regret it."
Looking back at Ange, I found that Ange's hand was pointing firmly into the distance.
Well, there's no point in pretending to be pitiful. The Lord of Terror accepted his fate, sighed, and a scorching wind blew onto the wasteland.
It took a step forward, and the organic matter in the sand seemed to be pulled up from the soil by invisible hands, turned into ashes and sprinkled on the ground. It stepped forward step by step, and the ground was covered with ashes wherever it passed.
Back at the waterhole, Aishani and Enkexi, who were a little anxious about waiting, breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously: "Where was the demon monarch just now?"
"The fertile fields are gone, are you ready?" Nigris said happily.
"Ready, ready." Esani responded quickly, but a big question arose in her heart: Fertilize the fields? Was the devil killed and buried in the soil? No, the corpse of the devil will not fertilize the fields, it will only pollute it.
soil.
She probably wanted to blow her head off, but she didn't expect to blow out volcanic ash, but she had no time to care about it, because she was about to witness a miracle with her own eyes.
Before that, Negris asked: "By the way, at what age do you plan to stay at the cultivated body?"
Esani was stunned for a moment: "Can I choose?"
"Of course, the younger you are, the less material you have." Nigris said.
Esani hesitated for a moment and then asked tentatively: "Three years old?"
"..." After a speechless silence, Nigris said: "You are too young to carry consciousness, so you have to choose someone over sixteen years old."
"Then sixteen years old." Esani said immediately.
Nigris complained speechlessly: "Very good, you can be sisters with Enkexi's granddaughter, she is also sixteen years old."
Aishani and Enkexi had strange expressions on their faces.
Ange took a drop of Esani's blood and dropped it into the nutrient solution, and then began to cultivate it. The blood turned into pieces of meat, the pieces of meat turned into embryos, and the embryos slowly grew up.
This is actually a very impactful scene. Even atheistic wizards and warlocks can't help but feel weak in their legs and pray to God when they see this scene.
Esani clasped her hands together and murmured: "God of Fire, please have mercy..."
"Libra, Libra, this is the God of Libra. You are praying to the God of Fire in front of us. This is blasphemy. Do you want to fight between gods?" Nigris poked her and said.
"Oh oh oh, God of Libra, please have mercy on your devout believers, I wish..." Esani quickly changed the target.
There is no doubt that magicians have extremely firm spiritual beliefs. One person can stand up to more than a dozen believers. Ange felt that there was a steady stream of soul flames coming to him, saving him a lot of effort.
If Yin Coin finds out about it, he will definitely be impressed. He will use your soul flame to cultivate your body and then sell it to you...
In this way, after spending a day and a night, a girl's body of about sixteen years old appeared in the nutrient solution.
The only ones present were Angnegris and Aishani. After the body took shape, Aishani drove Enkexi out. At this moment, as the only human being, she touched the girl's body and was excited.
She was a little out of breath: "Come on, I can't wait."
Consciousness transfer is actually Anthony's specialty, but who makes Ange his master? He can do it, and Ange can do it naturally. And with his strong mental power, Ange can transfer consciousness more easily and has a higher success rate.
high.
Esani's consciousness was introduced into the new body and into the nutrient solution. The girl suddenly turned over and sat up, coughing violently, coughing out all the nutrient solution in her lungs.
After finally recovering, she looked up and saw a dragon's face. She was so frightened that she covered her chest with her hands.
Nigris pouted: "Stop covering your face. I've been watching here all day. If you want to cover your face, you should also cover your face. How about it? Do you feel okay? Are you dizzy? Are you sleepy? Are you angry and want to lose control?
?No, that’s good, you can go.”
She blindfolded her eyes again, left the God of Life, and then teleported away. Until the moment she took off the blindfold, she didn't know where she went.
Everything seemed like a dream, except for the bright eyes, abundant energy, smooth skin, and the elasticity that stretched forward and backward, which indicated that everything had changed, and it seemed as if I had really been reborn.
"Little Enkexi, is it true? Have I really become younger?" Esani asked in disbelief.
Enkesi smiled sarcastically and said coldly: "See for yourself." He handed over a mirror.
The mirror reflected a young, beautiful girl with youthful fair skin. There were no bags under her eyes, no sagging cheeks, and her head had not become enlarged. She was perfect from any angle.
Oh my God, this is me?
"Little Enkexi, is this really me?" Aishani pointed at herself in the mirror.
Enkexi said: "Yes, it's really you. You're like this. It's better not to call me little Enkexi. Call me uncle."
"You look younger than my granddaughter now. I don't know how to feel about you anymore."
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The friends of friends are unlimited. Through word of mouth spread by Esani and Enkexi, the reputation of the God of Scales gradually spread.
All the powerful people who have regained their life and become younger, all say that they are just going for beauty treatments, that's why they become younger. If you also want to have beauty treatments, you can go to the Warlock Ladder and find the Great Priest Monica.
High Priest Monica's beauty business has been launched to the outside world. After all, the Warlock Alliance also wants to win people's hearts.
This kind of magic that can make people look ten years younger is very popular within the Warlock Alliance. Offering some quotas to famous people on the ground can win their strong favor.
At this important juncture of fighting for the hearts and minds of the people, the favor of famous people is very important. It can determine whether the food will be sold to the Warlock Alliance when the crops mature in a few months.
"It turns out that Antony's plan was waiting here, and it came back to him again." Nigris had to be convinced.
"Yes, Sir Anthony's layout is very powerful. There are some unrelated arrangements. Only when they are related to each other do you realize how subtle they are. Now Sir Anthony asked me to pass the line of the business system and put the news that 'someone can repair the warlock ladder'
When I went out, I received dozens of consultation messages in one day." Yin Coin lamented.
"They are probably planning to sell the Warlock Ladder to the Undead Empire. Forget it, leave him alone. What are you doing here?" Negris asked.
"Oh, two things. The materials for building the teleportation array are ready. The second thing is that the plane magician conference is about to start. I received news that the Thunder Titan was invited to this magician conference. Didn't you ask me to pay attention to it?
Any news about the Titans? They may participate, but I can’t get the invitation." Silver Coin said.
"I want an invitation? You can't even get it?" Nigris was surprised: "Forget it, I won't go if I can't get it..."
Because the Thunder Titan once sent a message to the dwarves in the main plane, asking them to pay attention to the Storm of Faith, and also said that Thunder would eventually return, so Nigris always wanted to find them and ask what was going on.
But there has been no news about the Thunder Titans. I don't know where they are. It's like they disappeared out of thin air. I didn't expect that they suddenly appeared now.
But Nigris no longer has the same interest as at the beginning, and he still needs an invitation letter? It’s so troublesome, so he won’t go. Anyway, according to this situation, it is estimated that Anthony will annex this plane in a short time. By then, Titan
The only option is to 'return'.
But before it finished speaking, Luther came back with two scrolls swinging in his hand: "Lord Naig, Lord Silver Coin, good morning."
"You're such a good guy, where did you go wandering around at night?" Nigris scolded.
It's really boring to stay in the Divine Pond of Life. How could Luther stay there? He ran away early and disappeared. He is a high-level sword master, so there is no need to worry about him suffering a loss, so Nigris doesn't bother to care about him.
"Hey, Luticia said she couldn't use some sword skills, so she asked me to give her some pointers." Luther said sheepishly.
"Luticia? You guys?" Nigris looked at Luther in confusion. Calling him so intimate? There is an inside story.
"Oh, Master Naige, where are you thinking? Her strength will only affect the speed of my sword. Can you please stop thinking about it." Luther quickly covered up.
To be continued...