Chapter 1070: Won't Anyone Pay Attention to Me!

Sometimes, caution stems from thinking too much. For example, on Ang's side, as soon as they saw the secondary source body, they immediately imagined a powerful secondary source. Even if it was forged, it had to at least possess the strength of a secondary source.

What is a secondary source? It is an existence that is slightly inferior to void sources like the Abyss Large Mouth, Dark Source, Monarch, etc., but also masters the power of the source.

Placed in the current void, that is the ceiling of combat power, and its strength is definitely higher than the Grand Speaker. Even Ang thought it would take the combined efforts of the little ghost and Clarama to have a sure chance of winning.

However, now they found that they had thought too much. Is it possible that this secondary source body was just owned by a lucky witch, and she usually used it cautiously to transfer bulk goods and earn some logistics fees?

Ang and the others surrounded it, looking on covetously. The secondary source body squatted on the ground obediently, pinching its ears and nodding desperately: "Yes, yes, yes, I just transferred some grain over to sell. Because the teleportation array is too expensive, we can't afford it, and the grain sold isn't enough for the teleportation fee."

Everyone looked at each other. Even Anthony was shocked by this absurd fact. This was simply driving a luxury carriage to pull poop; only Ang could do this.

A secondary source body, even if the witch could only exert one percent of its power, would be enough for her to rob a bank, right?

"Ah? Robbing things is not good. We can't rob things. We have a bumper harvest of grain there, and we can sell grain. Do you want to buy some?" the witch asked with a naive face.

"Of course, how much do you have? We'll take it all." Anthony said while retreating, giving up the position, and Yinbi stepped out.

After discussing the grain transaction issue and signing the contract and delivery note, Yinbi gave up the position, and Anthony stepped out again.

"How did you get this body?" Anthony asked.

"In Stonehenge, there is a Stonehenge in our place, and this stone statue has always been in the center of the Stonehenge. After I became a witch, I sacrificed to it every day, and finally let it accept me," the witch said.

"You mean, before you became a witch, this body was already in Stonehenge?" Anthony asked.

The witch nodded.

"Could it be some ancient ruin? She luckily picked up a leak?" Naigelis leaned over and whispered.

Anthony replied unhappily: "It's not a knight novel, how could there be such an heaven-defying thing? Even if the master gave you the little angel, could you control it?"

"Ah, ptooey, you want me to die? Can you control it?" Naigelis asked: "Then what do you mean?"

"That means there is another 'it', a living one." Anthony said.

The "living" here is of course not "dead or alive" living, but having self-consciousness. However, after probing from the side a few times, the witch was always in a silly, white, and sweet appearance, as if she couldn't understand Anthony's words.

"Hehe, pretending to be stupid, right? Master, catch her out." Anthony said.

Ang nodded and reached out to grab.

The witch immediately stopped pretending, her expression became solemn, her entire figure straightened up, turning into the appearance of a tall and thin God Star Descendant Clan. An invisible force field spread out like ripples, and the hard rock on the ground was directly shaved off by the force field.

"I originally wanted to figure out what method you used to limit my power transfer. I didn't expect you not to take the bait. Then I'll beat you to death and ask..." the witch said coldly, but stopped abruptly before she finished speaking.

Ang lunged forward, like teleporting, dragging a residual image, ignoring her force field, and plunged a palm into her chest cavity.

The witch's chest turned from real to virtual, allowing Ang's palm to penetrate without any obstruction, grasping the white crystal, and then pulling it out.

The white crystal was pulled out, and the witch who was just pretending was now completely "cold." Her eyes lost their luster, and she fell down like a statue.

The change in the blink of an eye stunned everyone. Although Ang said he could suppress the other party, this suppression was too easy, right?

"Your hand... why does it feel like she virtualized the body so that your hand could be inserted? What did you do to her?" Naigelis asked in disbelief.

Ang said: "It, brand, erase, engrave mine, body, mine."

"Pfft, so you erased the original brand before and engraved your own brand, so you directly deprived her of the control of the body, haha." Naigelis couldn't help laughing.

It turns out that this witch projected onto a body that no longer belonged to her. This was simply a trap, directly trapping her. This was really beyond everyone's expectations, including Anthony's.

The witch was obviously relying on her projection, so she was fearless. At worst, she would lose this body. But she didn't expect the little ghost to emerge from Ang's hand and spit out the white crystal.

The little ghost was attached to the hand that grasped the white crystal just now. In fact, it was the little ghost that swallowed it.

The white crystal didn't fall to the ground, but floated in the air, struggling. A panicked will came out: "What did you do to me? What did you do to me?"

Struggling, a phantom slowly emerged from the white crystal, finally condensing into a very beautiful woman.

Deserving to be a witch, her face carried a kind of divine beauty, holy and flawless. At this moment, the slightly panicked expression added a trace of a mark to this holiness, adding a trace of blasphemous depravity to her, and the temptation was off the charts.

It's a pity that none of the people in front of her are human. Everyone is more interested in the brand on the white crystal. Naigelis was surprised: "Isn't this the brand of Clarama's divine shell? It almost shielded your projection. How can the little ghost do it too?"

Before Ang could answer, Clarama himself popped out and replied: "Shared. The God of Light selflessly taught me the Method of Perpetuity. Exchanging it with all my knowledge, the value cannot even be equal. Thanks to the Light."

Clarama sincerely gestured a Light brand, and then a thick torrent of faith surged toward the little ghost.

Triggering a faith flood with one's own power, Clarama's belief intensity is too perverted.

"What is this Method of Perpetuity? Is it very powerful?" Naigelis couldn't help asking.

"Of course it's powerful. Self-belief, perpetual existence, endless cycle. Learning this method, even if you are locked in a boundless large cage, you don't have to worry." Clarama said.

"Oh, so that's what it is." Now everyone understood what the Method of Perpetuity was. It turned out to be the little ghost's method of running out of the boundless large void.

Everyone had known this for a long time, nothing strange. Instead, Clarama learned the little ghost's ability, and the little ghost learned Clarama's shielding brand. Learning from each other and making progress together, it would be equivalent to having two little ghosts and two plane wills.

"How about..." Naigelis was just about to ask them to teach it too, when it heard an angry voice: "What are you doing?! Won't anyone pay attention to me!" ===== CHAPTER 1071 =====