Chapter 1152: A tailor-made divine skill

Following Anthony's cry, a divine seal clanged and condensed, printed on Anthony's divinity. Divine skill—Master, save me.

Can summon the power projection of Master Ang, establish a projection channel, reduce power attenuation, enhance body endurance...

"Pfft..." Anthony, who studied the attributes of the divine skill, almost sprayed a mouthful of old blood. He only asked for Master's help, how did it awaken into a divine skill?

However, looking carefully, the attributes of the divine skill were very powerful. Establish a projection channel, reduce power attenuation. How much would this attenuation be reduced?

The attenuation of power projection was very large. The farther the distance, the greater the attenuation. For example, cross-plane projection, if one-tenth of the power could be projected onto the target, it would be quite good.

If a cross-plane projection channel could be established to reduce power attenuation, if one-tenth of the power could have two-tenths projected over, then the strength of the clone could be doubled. If nine-tenths could be projected over, it would be no different from the true body descending.

Enhancing body endurance was even more powerful. Why did he throw Natalia away just now? Wasn't it because she couldn't withstand his power, and her body was too fragile?

If the projection channel reduced attenuation, allowing more power to be projected onto the body, but because the body was too fragile to withstand it, wouldn't the projection be in vain?

This point was particularly important because this divine skill was fixed, and his 'Master' was only Ang, and Ang happened to be at a level where his power was something he couldn't withstand at all.

"Hmm?" Ang, who was projected onto him, seemed to have discovered the problem and hummed in confusion. Anthony's body also tilted his head uncontrollably.

Anthony was a bit embarrassed. The action of tilting his head was natural when Ang did it, but it was a bit greasy when done with his body. He hurriedly explained: "The situation is like this..."

Ang nodded: "Attenuation, twenty percent."

Anthony gasped. He had just thought that if one-tenth of the power only attenuated by one-tenth, it would be no different from the true body descending. But now, attenuation by two-tenths—what was the difference from attenuation by one-tenth?

With the support of eighty percent of Ang's power, defeating Nan Mian was easy.

Ang seemed to think so too, directly stopping and not running anymore, turning to face Nan Mian, and then a layer of coir raincoat appeared on his body.

Soul Armament. Ang hadn't used this thing for a long time. Its defensive power couldn't keep up with the growth of Ang's strength. His body was harder than the Soul Armament, so there was no need to arm it.

But after it was turned out, Anthony discovered it was different. This was not a Soul Armament, but a Chaos Armament, of the same nature as the Death Scythe sent by the Monarch.

"Eh, Ang, can you condense Chaos Mist?"

Negris's voice sounded abruptly, startling Anthony: "Master Negris, why are you here too?"

"I don't know. I saw Ang stop moving, I shared his vision, and then I came here. You called for help again? Is this your body? What's the situation?" Negris asked curiously.

Guessing seven or eight out of ten at once, it was clear he knew Anthony too well.

Anthony explained quickly. While he was explaining, Ang and Nan Mian had already fought together.

Negris watched Ang's battle for two seconds and then ignored it. Ang had a clear advantage, so he turned to ask: "You stole the faith of this world and ignited divinity? And awakened a divine skill? The divine skill is called 'Master, save me'? This is too wasteful, right? Ang would save your old life even without the divine skill."

"It's different, it's different. Can't you project over with me now? This is the projection channel constructed by the divine skill. Master said that the projected power only attenuates by twenty percent," Anthony said.

Negris gasped. He knew too well what this level of attenuation meant. It was almost equivalent to Anthony possessing eighty percent of Ang's strength. The place he went to was equivalent to eighty percent of Ang's strength going there.

"This is really not bad. Involving remote projection of power, it counts as a relatively strong divine skill," Negris gave a fair evaluation.

"Yes, it's simply tailor-made for me. Being able to awaken a suitable divine skill, this divinity is not bad," Anthony said.

Whether a divine skill is strong or not is actually not important. What's important is that it is suitable. A suitable divine skill can make a deity's strength increase several times or even more than ten times. For example, the God of Planting—if its divine skill was the Instant Death Aura, how suitable would that be?

But the God of Planting's divine skill was Element Conversion, and Beauty God's Beauty God Fist was Bloodline Optimization, which were also very suitable. But if there were no Purification Technique, Rebirth Technique, Insect Ash Essence, and Essence Liquid, how would Beauty God have the opportunity to develop?

Anthony's divinity divine skill was very chicken-rib-like, but for him, it was as suitable as being tailor-made.

Negris just wanted to say something, but was abruptly interrupted by the scene in front of him. He saw Ang raise the scythe and sweep across Nan Mian's body, hooking out a white crystal.

The moment the white crystal was hooked out, Ang immediately rushed up, waved his hands, and countless holy seals were printed on the white crystal, wrapping it into a light ball.

"It's the holy seal of the Shroud. Did you catch him?" Negris asked in surprise.

The Starborn race is very strong and very troublesome. The body of a secondary origin is something ordinary people can't hit. And they are fast, hitting them but not being able to catch up. Nan Mian even created the Nan Mian Strike himself, accumulating power to explode with powerful destructive power.

Simply put, it is high attack, high defense, fast speed, and there is also a disgusting core transfer and body transfer, the two-way transfer ability of body transfer driving core transfer, even trapping them is very difficult.

Although Ang had a way to restrain them, wanting to catch or kill them was not an easy thing.

Ang nodded, held the holy seal ball and threw it to the ground. The holy seal ball drew an arc and fell accurately onto the dwarf tree on the stone mountain, being absorbed into the body by the dwarf tree. When it appeared again, it was estimated that it was already in the hands of the little sapling who didn't know how far away.

After settling all this, Ang pointed to the big fireball and replied: "Cannot, Chaos Mist, it's."

Negris was stunned for a while before reacting that Ang was answering his first sentence 'Can you condense Chaos Mist?'.

Anthony also reacted and said: "By the way, Master, I feel like I have established a connection with it. It has no will, just like the God of Light divinity back then. I have stolen the faith of the Divine Star now, can I also invade it? Just like the little ghost."

Ang didn't speak, seeming to be sensing something. Not long after, Anthony and Negris felt a blur in front of them, and when they came back to their senses, they had arrived at the surface of a huge light ball.

"Is this the consciousness space of the Divine Star?" Negris found himself materialized into a brass dragon, half-floating and half-sinking, hovering on the surface of the light ball. ===== CHAPTER 1153 =====