Chapter 1008: Great, We Can Choose, Why Didn't You Say So Earlier

Anthony was 'summoned' over, inserted his scepter in front of him, and radiated holy light like a street lamp, illuminating the entire room as bright as day.

Those spiritual bodies pounced to the outside but didn't dare to rush in. They leaned their heads and looked into the room. When illuminated by the light, they covered their eyes and retreated with screams, wails, and shrieks. The spiritual bodies behind surged up, repeating this process.

If they were physical bodies, they would probably be squeezed in by the spiritual bodies behind, but they were spiritual bodies. When illuminated, they shrank back, and the ones behind couldn't block them.

Anthony asked in confusion: "Why are there so many spiritual bodies? Have many people died here?"

Negris said: "Maybe. Outside is a shattered plane. Look at this house, the elements are so complete. It's likely a main material plane. If it exploded without migration, then a lot of people died."

Anthony's expression couldn't help but dim. A main material plane, with a population of tens of millions at the least and hundreds of millions at the most, encountering such a great catastrophe as plane shattering, could all die out. With this scale of spiritual bodies, the number of dead people must be quite large.

"What happened here? Why did the plane shatter?" Anthony asked.

Negris spread his hands: "I don't know either. We just arrived too. Those transparent dragons threw us here and ran away themselves."

Ang suddenly shook the puppet in his hand, and Negris then reacted: "Oh, you ask it."

"There are still survivors? Eh, God-Forbidden Puppet?" Anthony said in surprise.

"You call it a God-Forbidden Puppet? This kind of thing is very rare. You even gave it a name?" Negris was surprised.

Anthony nodded and said: "It doesn't have to be seen to be named. Non-existent things can also be named. Otherwise, what about those non-existent things in knight novels? Puppet art can seal souls, so the one that seals divine souls, isn't it called God-Forbidden Art?"

"That's true." Negris nodded: "Some authors of knight novels have never seen moving bones in their lives, but they can also think of the species of skeletons. The most powerful thing about humans is their imagination. So who sealed a divine soul into a puppet?"

Anthony rubbed his hands and said fiercely: "Let me see. Its divine soul is in the mask on its face, so this plush bear is an attachment. Let's just tear off its limbs."

Anthony's tone of voice was clearly to scare the other party, but the God-Forbidden Puppet had no reaction at all.

Ang lifted it up and took a look, saying: "Asleep."

"It can even fall asleep? Is it a pig-headed person?" Negris was stunned.

"Not strange. It's estimated that like the owl Silba, the body cannot withstand the strength of the soul, so it needs a long sleep to recover," Anthony said.

"But it's a puppet." Negris said.

"That's true, not a living thing. Then find Du Luo Ken."

Du Luo Ken was also 'summoned' over. This kind of summoning was of course not a real summoning, but Ang rubbed a teleportation point, shouted in his soul, and let Du Luo Ken teleport over. Anthony was also in the same way.

Du Luo Ken leaned in front of the puppet, checked it carefully, and said: "This mask is a very precise alchemy item. It can convert dark elements, so it can support its activities. It's just that the conversion efficiency is too low, and it runs out of energy after moving for a while. But purely for activity, it should be able to support it. Did you beat it just now?"

"What do you mean we beat it? It was it that refused to be caught obediently and struggled with force, so it got tired," Negris said.

"Oh, so it's because it wasn't obedient, so it got tired. Why does this sound weird?" Du Luo Ken muttered, when suddenly the puppet's foot moved and kicked Du Luo Ken on the chin.

'Pada', the puppet's leg broke.

With some hesitation, it retracted its leg, the puppet reached out its hands to grope, confirmed that its leg was really broken, and then cried 'ying ying ying'.

Du Luo Ken was now the body of a Death-Mourning Undead Soldier. Could a God-Forbidden Puppet kick him?

Ang was annoyed by its crying and threw it into the middle of everyone.

Regaining freedom, the puppet didn't cry anymore. It raised its head and looked left and right cautiously. First, it looked at Ang, retracted its gaze in fear, then looked at Anthony—the scepter that covered the entire room made it afraid—and then looked at Du Luo Ken. Its broken leg couldn't help but bend.

Finally, it looked at Negris. This one didn't seem so scary, so it rolled a black eye at Negris, the kind where the eye socket was completely black.

"Hey, this little cutie, quick, tear off its head." Negris was angry.

Du Luo Ken reached out and took off its head, threw the plush body aside. The mask on the head was the main body of the God-Forbidden Puppet, and the rest were just its attachments.

After such a toss, the puppet finally couldn't help but speak: "Who are you people! Stop playing with me!"

"Eh, you can speak. If you can speak, why didn't you speak properly? You had to scare us." Anthony said leisurely.

"I... you... I'm blind." The puppet said depressedly.

Indeed blind. Why did it have to provoke the other party for no reason? Originally, it was chasing those transparent dragons, but it had to stick its face out, dragging the other party in.

When Ang pinched it, it almost scared its soul away.

Soon another man came who could keep the spiritual bodies out just by holding a staff, and then another man whose chin was so hard that its leg broke when it kicked it. There wasn't one it could afford to provoke.

No outsiders had passed by here for hundreds of years. It happened to run into one occasionally, and it wanted to scare them to relieve boredom, but who knew they were all people it couldn't afford to provoke. Besides being blind, it couldn't think of any other reason.

"Oh, then let's call you Blind Puppet. How did you get here? What kind of divine soul are you? How did this plane shatter? Why are there so many spiritual bodies here? Are there any other creatures here?..." Anthony asked a series of questions in one breath.

The God-Forbidden Puppet looked at Anthony silently for a while with its eyes without whites, and said: "I'm not called Blind Puppet, I am the God of Darkness."

"Pfft—just you? Still the God of Darkness?" Negris laughed out loud. A God-Forbidden Puppet that took pleasure in scaring people said it was the God of Darkness. It really knew how to brag, but its mask could convert dark elements, so it was justifiable to insist it was the God of Darkness.

This one it could afford to provoke. The God-Forbidden Puppet glared at him fiercely.

Negris narrowed his eyes, then opened them as if nothing had happened. Don't look at Negris being weak, but his true self is the Brass Book. Dreaming of hurting him with this kind of mental trick was just a dream.

This one it also couldn't afford to provoke. The God-Forbidden Puppet was depressed, closed its eyes, and said: "Kill me, whatever you want."

Trapped here for hundreds of years, it was hard to find a little fun, but who knew they weren't fun, it was the fun for them. It didn't want to live anymore.

"Wanting to die isn't that easy. Look, Soul Purgatory, it can make your soul burn endlessly." Anthony lit a ball of Purgatory Fire:

"But besides Soul Purgatory, we have some good things, such as a lot of dark elements, crystal-plated puppet bodies, blank Godheads. If you want to be thrown into Soul Purgatory by us and suffer soul burning forever, choose one. If..."

"Two, two, two, two, I choose two, choose two. Great, we can choose, why didn't you say so earlier."