bookbashuk Chapter 1039 Great, We Have Malt to Eat
Chapter 1039 Great, We Have Malt to Eat
Chapter 1039 Great, We Have Malt to Eat
Ang's strength has experienced a leapfrog growth after the arrival of the little ghost and the sapling.
The little ghost brought him an endless supply of divine power, the little sapling gave him a strong body that could withstand any changes, and the Tree of All Worlds was able to support the existence of all worlds.
Ang's body quickly turned purple and turned into a mourning skeleton, and then a strong light flashed.
"The flash of Feti! When can the dead skeleton transform into Feti!?" Nagris was shocked.
Feti's flash is a skill that compresses the space in front, compressing a hundred meters of space into five meters, and then passing through it, creating an illusion of instant teleportation, but in fact it is not teleportation. If there is something blocking the front, it will directly hit it.
Ange directly crashed into the place where the phantom shattered, making the already shattered phantom even more shattered. Even his right arm was knocked into the fragments and grabbed them fiercely.
"Huh? What? Ah? Ah——!" The voice of the phantom was heard in the debris area, from confusion, to surprise, to shock, and then to screaming, showing his ups and downs in mood like jumping off a building, and finally a violent struggle.
Ange's body was pulled forward, as if he was about to be dragged in.
The soul flame on his body swelled, and Ang's left hand thrust forward into the broken area, grabbing the phantom. He even thrust his head forward, and thrust his entire upper body in, grabbing the phantom and dragging it out with all his strength.
He struggled backwards with force and his head came out. He arched his back and his shoulders came out. He dragged his legs backwards and his arms came out, still holding the phantom tightly in his hands.
The phantom's calmness and disdain had completely disappeared, replaced by panic. He could never have imagined that someone could pull him out from the broken void.
Not to mention the shear force of space itself, if a metal stick was inserted into the crack in space, it would be broken at the moment of closing. Ang directly stuck his upper body in, and was simply pulling him against the shear force of space.
Not to mention that Ang's hands grasped him tightly like some kind of powerful restraint and dragged him out steadily.
The phantom frantically pounded on Ange's palm, but couldn't move it. He subconsciously tried to pry it open, but couldn't move it either. Seeing himself being dragged out of the shattered void, he couldn't help crying out in anxiety:
"Let me go, no, I'm sorry, I just said the wrong thing, I was wrong, I'm sorry, let me go, I apologize, I apologize, let me go, let me go."
The phantom cried and shouted, but Ang turned a deaf ear to it and dragged it harder, bit by bit.
The phantom was dragged out of the broken space bit by bit. He struggled, holding his hands and feet, and leaning against the broken edge, like a dog-headed man who was about to be thrown out trying to pry open a door, struggling feebly.
Unfortunately, it had no effect at all, and he was forced to shout: "Help!!"
Almost at the moment he shouted for help, Ang felt his hands tighten, and a huge force surged, dragging the shadow back a little.
The phantom was cheered up, using the sudden huge force as a fulcrum to struggle back little by little, trying to break free from Ang's hands.
It was Ang's turn to be dragged into the broken space bit by bit.
Ange stared at him angrily. The phantom became bolder and shouted: "Let me go, you damned Maomao God, let me go! Let me go! Go back to where you came from, stare at me, believe it or not, I will gouge out your eyes... and make them disappear?"
Ange shouted loudly: "Ah!"
The sapling slowly stretched out its leaves, and the entire root system twisted at the same time.
On the surface, the sapling does not seem to have changed much, but if you look along its roots, you can see that a large number of roots have penetrated the space and firmly anchored themselves in this space.
The little ghost also emerged from Ang's fingers, blinked its eyes, and moved up along Ang's arm. Like flowing holy light, it quickly wrapped around Ang's upper body and dragged him back with all its might.
The phantom that had been dragged into the broken space was immediately dragged out little by little.
You pull and I drag, you pull and I drag, the two sides are in a wrestling state. The phantom suddenly finds something bad. He has become the center of the wrestling. Two huge forces act on him, and soon it exceeds his ability to bear.
"Ah! Let go, let go, let go, it's cracking, it's cracking! It hurts, it hurts! Let me go!" The phantom howled.
The phantom never thought that someone could "catch" him. A being like him could even break through space and pass through it unhindered.
It was originally a simple matter, just light a few fires and then run away in the broken space, but I didn't expect to be caught and dragged out of the broken void.
It would have been fine if he could just drag him out, but the opponent's hands seemed to be restrained by some kind of restriction, and he couldn't break free when he was grabbed, and he couldn't even survive by cutting off his arms.
And the one he called for help was even dumber. You pulled him, why did you pull me? I called you to help, not to play tug-of-war!
So the forces of both sides pulled up the river with the phantom as the midpoint. The phantom was in so much pain that it seemed to be cracked, and it howled miserably: "Luo Qima, let go, let go, I don't need you to save me, let go of me, I don't need you to save me, it's going to crack, crack, crack..."
The phantom was torn in half, and the screams stopped abruptly.
Ang couldn't stop his momentum and flipped back suddenly. When he pounced again, the broken void had disappeared.
Only half of the phantom was pulled out. After being pulled into two halves, the phantom lost the ability to maintain its shape and slowly shrank into a ball in Ang's hand.
Ange trembled, and the half-shadow showed no reaction at all, deader than dead.
"Are you going to die just like that? You're such a loser, yet I still dare to call you Maomao God?" Nagris flew over and sneered.
Anthony also flew over and said quickly, "No, sir, you used the saplings to anchor the space, and the little ghosts to exert force, and the combined force to tear him apart. Let's not talk about this for now, sir, those fires can't be put out, and they will burn to ashes if they touch them. If this continues, all the food in the God's Domain will be burned."
Angel reached out his hand and wiped the phantom - searching its soul, and said to throw the remaining phantom to the little ghost to swallow, and then quickly came to the pile of food.
The fire was no ordinary fire. It could not be put out with water or mud. Instead, it spread very quickly. In just a short while, one tenth of the surface area had been burned.
"What he shouted was the Eternal Divine Fire. It should be some kind of divine flame. We can't find the power to restrain it, so we can only use stronger divine power to neutralize it. Let's try to shine the holy light on it and see if it works." Nagris suggested.
Ang shook his head and did not accept Nagris's suggestion. Instead, he raised his hand to condense water droplets and wet the burning area.
But water cannot extinguish this kind of flame. On the contrary, after watering, the flame spreads faster.
However, watering was not for the purpose of putting out the fire. At the same time, Ang stepped hard, and the soaked grains immediately sprouted and grew wildly.
The power of growth instantly covered the power of the Eternal Fire. Almost at the same time as the grain sprouted, the Eternal Fire was extinguished, and Ang quickly kicked off the quick-death halo.
Looking at the grains with green and white sprouts, Negris said with a bitter face: "Great, we have malt to eat."
(End of this chapter)