Chapter 476

The woman was dazed throughout the entire process because what was happening exceeded her understanding.

The Soul Casket prevented her from using magic, and her physical disabilities made her a useless person who couldn't move; these were within her understanding. But why could a Level 1 Dispel magic dissipate her magic power? Why could a bare hand shatter her shield?

What is this person doing prying open my mouth and ears? Is he a psychopath who gets happy when he sees other people's wounds? Why is it getting noisier all around? Why am I a bit dizzy? Why does the cabin seem to be tilting?

A series of questions, coupled with the powerlessness of being manipulated, made the woman increasingly annoyed, finally causing her to explode: "Let go of me!"

As soon as the voice came out, the woman felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

"I... I... Heh..." I... I can actually make a sound? The woman subconsciously moved her mouth and immediately felt something that shouldn't be there in her mouth.

She couldn't help but stretch it out forcefully, her eyes looking down, catching a glimpse of a tender little tongue.

Is this a tongue? Is this my tongue? Why is it so tender?

Of course it's tender; it just grew out.

The woman clumsily tried to lick her gums; she had lost her tongue for some time and had somewhat forgotten how to use it.

Each tooth slid clearly and distinctly across her tongue, clearly telling her that her tongue had grown back.

"I... I..." The woman trembled all over with excitement and turned to look at Ang.

Ang, who had already let her go, tilted his head, looking puzzled, not knowing what the woman was "I-ing" about.

However, the woman was already shocked by another matter because she discovered that she could hear her own voice. This was a very strange experience, so much so that she only just realized it now.

She had lost her hearing due to an accident when she was young and hadn't heard a sound for many years. After becoming a mage, because of the assistance of various magics, the lack of hearing didn't affect her life, so she had slowly gotten used to it.

Now that she heard a sound again, she felt somewhat unaccustomed to it. The whole world became three-dimensional and had a stronger sense of space, which is why she felt a bit dizzy and thought the cabin was tilting.

Are my ears healed? Is it not an illusion? How is that possible? I have seen countless healers, and everyone told me that unless a miracle occurred, it was impossible for my eardrums and tongue to recover.

"I... I... I..." The woman stuttered for a long time, unable to "I" out any reason.

Negris found it uncomfortable to listen to and followed her words, asking, "What is your name?"

"Gre... Bulde, my name is Gre... Grey." The woman's words were like finding a handle, and they immediately poured out, just a bit unfluently.

"Oh, Grey, why are you here? Why did you suffer such serious injuries? Are you an evil person?" Negris asked.

Grey listened intently to every sound Negris made. It was hard enough to understand, and even though she could write every word, she had lost her hearing for too long and didn't remember the pronunciation of every word, so she had to listen carefully.

After hearing clearly, a look of confusion appeared on Grey's face: "You don't know me? You haven't heard of my name? Grey Bulde, haven't you heard of it?"

Negris said, baffled, "Why should I have heard of your name? Are you very famous?"

"Grey Bulde, Truth Denier Grey Bulde, haven't you heard of the real person?" Grey asked again.

An exclamation came from Lu Se: "Wow!"

Everyone turned to look at him.

Lu Se hurriedly said, "This nickname is very cool, isn't it? Truth Denier, compared to my Dragon-Patterned Steel Core... Ouch!"

Before he could finish, it was the big cat that jumped over and patted his head.

Grey Bulde could be certain that these people didn't know her, so they weren't here specifically to save her.

"So, you just happened to run into Aoluo Luokesi and then saved me?" Grey asked with a strange expression, feeling an incomparably absurd sensation in her heart.

Negris shook its head: "It was a coincidence. That guy ran into our companion and wanted to steal his heart, so we killed him. As for saving you? It's not certain yet. Are you a good person or a bad person? If you're a good person, we'll save you while we're at it; if not, we'll just kill you."

Grey's eyes were full of doubt, as if she had heard some incredible vocabulary: "Good person? Bad person? Is such a childish classification?"

"Childish?" Negris scratched its head: "Then let me change the way I say it. Good, Lawful, Neutral, Good-Lawful, Neutral-Lawful, Good-Neutral alignment—we save those. Chaotic-Evil alignment—we kill those. This classification isn't childish anymore, right?"

Not childish... because Grey was already dumbfounded. Is there such a complicated classification method? She had never heard of it.

"I... I..." She didn't know how to answer so as not to appear so ignorant: "I just wanted to ask, what about those who are neither good nor bad?"

"Neither good nor bad? That's Neutral. Do they kill people indiscriminately? Destroy roads? Burn fields? Do they follow the rules?" Negris continued to ask.

Grey shook her head, shook her head, shook her head, shook her head.

"That means they don't kill people indiscriminately, don't destroy roads or burn fields, but they don't follow the rules either. That belongs to Chaotic-Neutral. This kind is very hard for us to deal with." Negris said, troubled.

Grey's head was about to explode. She couldn't imagine that a "good person/bad person" could be divided into so many distinctions. She actually just wanted to mock that using "good person/bad person" to distinguish people was too childish; she didn't want an academic discussion, ah ah ah!

Negris, however, misunderstood her meaning and said, "This classification doesn't work either? Then we have to classify by life form. If classified by life form, it can be divided into life races, undead creatures, elemental creatures, among which the undead in the undead creatures can be further subdivided into..."

Grey exploded, her eyes bloodshot and red, and she roared hideously: "I'm not here for an academic discussion! Even if I am Chaotic-Evil, you can't kill me! I am the Truth Denier..."

While roaring, Grey's magic power erupted, exploding a shield, and countless elements gathered toward her.

The same scene happened: Ang thrust out one hand, the Hand of Dimensional Passage shattered her shield, one hand gripped her neck, and then Dispel, Dispel, Dispel.

A continuous stream of Level 1 Dispel shook away Grey's magic power.

Negris frowned and said, "Her magic power is so strong; the instantaneous intensity is estimated to have reached the Truth level, not much worse than Diluni. She goes out of control for no reason; is she sick? Mental illness?"

Ang nodded: "Two consciousnesses."

"Two consciousnesses?!" Negris was shocked: "There are two consciousnesses in her body? Dual personality?"

Ang nodded.

Grey first looked ashen, because she discovered that the strength she was so proud of was nothing in front of Ang.

Shattering her shield with bare hands—although it was a shield cast in a hurry, it wasn't something an ordinary person could easily shatter. Yet Ang shattered it with ease; his hand seemed to have some special destructive power.

If it were just purely shattering her shield, that would be one thing; a Sword Saint could do that at this distance. What made Grey despair was Ang's terrifying casting speed—at least twenty Level 1 Dispels per second. At such a terrifying speed, she couldn't even gather her magic power.

However, after hearing Negris's words, her whole heart tightened. She did indeed feel as if there was another "self" in her body, often making her do things that were out of her control.

But she had never told anyone about this. This man actually saw it, and this brass dragon actually said a term she had never heard of—dual personality?

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed very correct. The other "self" in her body was very irritable and completely different from her own personality, but when the other "self" gained the upper hand, she could erupt with even stronger strength.

"Is this a disease? Can it be cured?" Grey asked urgently.

"Cure? There should be. Go back and ask Anthony. For now, put this on first." Negris picked up the Soul Casket that had been crushed by Ang from the ground, took out a Touch-of-Gold rod and tapped it, and the crushed part quickly returned to normal.

Grey couldn't help but open her mouth wide. She is a Truth Denier, a very powerful mage, and already has her own nickname; she can be considered the kind who is knowledgeable and well-informed. But the things she encountered tonight exceeded her cognitive range at every turn.

A rod can restore broken things with a tap? Has the alchemist's technology developed to this point?

Negris put the Soul Casket back on her neck. She had already erupted twice; for this kind of person who is prone to losing control, it's better to lock her up first and talk about other things after she's cured.

Then Ang picked her up, held the stump of her arm, and with a swipe of his hand, cut off the jagged edge.

Grey's eyes widened: "Why are you cutting me?"

As soon as her words left her mouth, she couldn't help but be shocked. Why could she ask such a question? Shouldn't she be screaming in pain at the first moment? She is usually very afraid of pain.

But... it didn't hurt. Although she saw the flesh and bone exposed where Ang had cut, it should have been very painful, but she couldn't feel the pain, as if the arm wasn't her own.

Ang dripped essence liquid on it and then cast Holy Light to press down.

An even more shocking scene for Grey: the fresh flesh at the cross-section grew wildly, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not long after, a fair and tender arm appeared before her eyes.

Grey moved her palm in disbelief, watching it flex and extend before her eyes, and then suddenly reached into her mouth and bit it hard.

Although it hurt so much that tears streamed down her face, she smiled happily: "Hand... hand, it's a real hand, not an illusion, not a phantom limb, it's a real hand. You bestowed a real hand upon me."

"Phantom limb? What phantom limb?" Negris asked curiously.

Grey replied excitedly: "During the period when my hands and feet had just fallen off, I would often feel pain in my fingers and toes, but they had clearly been cut off. It seemed like the limbs in my imagination were in pain, and I couldn't even apply medicine to them."

"There's such a thing? Okay, I've noted it: phantom limb." Negris muttered in realization.

Just as they were talking, Ang had already healed the second arm, and next were the legs.

Grey watched blankly as her hands and feet gradually grew back, her mind a blank, not knowing what to think. She thought she would be a useless person for the rest of her life, unable to hear or speak, and would have to defecate on herself without anyone to serve her.

But now, in less than half an hour, everything had returned. When she tremblingly stepped onto the carpet with her newly grown feet, hot tears couldn't help but well up from her eyes.

"Are... are you a god?" Grey looked at Ang and asked in a trembling voice.

Ang nodded.

"What... what god?" Grey asked.

Ang extended his fingers and counted: Undead, Planting, Beauty, Balance, Knowledge... so long...

Ang's actions made her misunderstand. Grey said seriously: "Regardless of whether you are a god or not, you saved me and gave me a new life. You are my God of Hope."

A ball of soul flame was cast into Ang's soul and formed a special symbol there. But this was not the end; Ang's front suddenly erupted with a sizzling spark.

"Hiss—Faith Fire? You ignited a Faith Fire? Ku Ba Da, what kind of joke is this?" Negris exclaimed.

The cabin door opened with a clatter. Negris squeezed out, then pointed at Grey who followed behind, and said to the Lord of Terror: "You said there were good things; do you mean her? I'll consider you to have passed; she really is a 'good thing'."

The Lord of Terror looked at Grey, then at Negris, and shook its head.

"What do you mean by shaking your head? It's not her?" Negris was surprised. Are there still things on the flying vehicle?

The Lord of Terror sneered: "A skinny, weak female slave—what kind of good thing is that? You ignorant embryo dragon."

Grey's eyes turned red, and she was about to erupt again. With a snap, the Soul Casket activated, cutting off her perception and leaving her frozen in place, although the Casket itself also emitted some heat.

Negris clicked its tongue: "No wonder they had to treat you like that; the Soul Casket can't restrain you at all. We must quickly find Anthony and cure this problem of yours."

"Then where do you say that thing is?" Negris asked.

After everyone got off the vehicle, the Lord of Terror lifted the flying vehicle and pointed to a hole on the chassis that was glowing red: "It should be here."

"Then we'll dismantle it when we get back. Let Du Luo Ken dismantle it, so as not to break the flying vehicle. This vehicle is quite luxurious; we can use it when we go out in the future." Negris said, then called everyone to get on.

The Lord of Terror rubbed its hands and said ingratiatingly: "Master, do you like this gift? I've changed my name to Black Smoke Ring; can I not go to fertilize the fields anymore?"

Grey looked at Ang again in surprise. This lava giant is clearly a very powerful demon, yet it speaks in such a humble tone. Is this Ang very terrifying?

Ang nodded helplessly. Really disobedient; He Mo Er is more obedient.

"Woohoo." The Lord of Terror didn't realize it had lost its "favor." With a cheer, the flames on its body quickly extinguished, and the flowing lava cooled rapidly, peeling off layer by layer. It even complained that this was too slow and reached out to pull at it.

Soon, the rock shell on its body all fell off, revealing a half-meter-tall little demon, which nimbly climbed onto the flying vehicle.

"Is this your original form?" Negris asked curiously.

The Lord of Terror shook its head: "How could that be? How could I expose my original form? It was a disguise, so others wouldn't notice me and would attack you, this fat dragon, first."

Negris started the flying vehicle and flew toward home. Once the speed picked up, it gave a hard shove, pushing the Lord of Terror off the vehicle: "You run back."

The luxury flying vehicle's speed was not slow, and it soon returned to the vicinity of the Life God Pool. Du Luo Ken, having received the news, came out to meet them. He first checked the vehicle for any tracking or positioning magic arrays, and only after confirming there were none did he let it drive into the forest.

Once inside the forest, ordinary tracking and positioning magic arrays no longer work; as long as there is a need, the God of Life can shield all signals.

Silver Coin took out all the materials for building the teleportation array, and Du Luo Ken quickly set it up. With sufficient materials and the help of the Touch-of-Gold rod, Du Luo Ken can quickly complete the construction of a teleportation array.

Two hours later, the teleportation array was completed, started, and tested. After confirming there were no problems, Anthony teleported over.

"The Lord has ignited another Faith Fire? What Faith Fire? Who ignited it?" Anthony asked in surprise.

After some explanation, Anthony was also shocked: "Dual personality? Truth Denier? So magical? Let me see."

Grey stood in the distance. Although she couldn't hear what everyone was saying, from the glances turned toward her from time to time, she knew everyone was talking about her, and her mood couldn't help but become somewhat irritable.

After Anthony walked toward her, she stared at him even more vigilantly.

Anthony said kindly: "No need to be nervous. I'm here to give you a check-up. It won't be a problem; just relax."

I don't know what kind of magic Anthony's voice had, but after Grey heard it, she really calmed down a lot, but the "other her" inside was stirring.

"Can you let the other you come out?" Anthony asked kindly while undoing the Soul Casket.

Grey shook her head: "No, I can't control it."

"Oh, then when will she come out?" Anthony asked.

"When I'm angry or desperate." Grey said.

"Angry?" Anthony muttered a few words, and then his tone changed: "You stupid, lazy, cowardly, you... #%&￥#..." A series of vicious profanities sprayed out of Anthony's mouth.

The speed and fluency of his speech, and the richness and viciousness of the content, surpassed even lightning. Everyone who heard it was stunned.

Grey was stunned for a moment, unable to believe that the kind and friendly middle-aged handsome man just now would suddenly curse. By the time she reacted, her eyes turned red, and she erupted in anger: "You go..."

Before she could finish, Anthony's finger had already pressed on her temple. She only felt her thoughts freeze, her whole mind became a blank, and then she watched helplessly as Anthony leaned into her ear, muttering something.

Grey couldn't think and let those mutterings be imprinted in her mind one by one. At this moment, her only thought was: Can I not even beat Ang's subordinate?

After a long while, Grey's head tilted, and she fainted.

Anthony withdrew his finger, somewhat exhausted, and returned to Ang's side.

Ang took out a bottle of nutrient solution and a piece of dried beet.

Anthony took it and finished it in a few bites, then said: "Lord Negris, this isn't a mental illness. Do you remember Xia Mala?"

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