Chapter 640

Shamala's nose was sharper than a gnoll's. Usually, she avoided Ang, never appearing in front of him unless absolutely necessary. If she suddenly popped up, it meant something good was about to happen.

However, it was her good thing; whether it was a good thing for others was another matter.

Not wanting to let her pick up a bargain so easily, Negris said: "You've come at the right time. Take a look and see if you can figure anything out."

Shamala came over, took a look, and shook her head: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with me. I can't see things that have nothing to do with me."

"Ku Ba Da, your ability is too useless. You have no collective contribution at all. What use are you?" Negris said jealously.

It also wanted this ability. It only worked for things good for itself and didn't work for things good for others. It was simply too awesome.

Shamala smiled bitterly: "I don't want to either, Lord Negris, but I can't control this ability. It's just a feeling in the dark. If there's a way to make it contribute to you, my lord, just give the order."

Negris said irritably: "You can't even control it, and I can control your feelings? Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and say, what are you here for? If nothing, get lost quickly."

"Hehe, I feel like something good is happening," Shamala said with a sheepish smile.

Just then, Ang suddenly interjected: "I command, you, in charge of it."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Shamala asked hesitantly: "Does the lord mean for me to be in charge of handling these hair strands?"

Ang nodded and said: "It's called Nightmare Shaye, Nightmare Nightmare Shaye."

"Got it, got it, I have a feeling, I have a feeling." Shamala reacted instantly, frowning and sensing carefully.

Negris finally understood: "You ordered Shamala to be in charge of handling Nightmare Nightmare Shaye, so Nightmare Shaye is now connected to her, and she can sense things related to Nightmare Nightmare Shaye? This works too?"

Shamala's whole body shook, her face turned pale, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ang tilted his head in confusion, reached out, and cast a dozen healing spells on Shamala, forcing her face to turn rosy again.

Shamala let out a breath, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said with lingering fear: "This Nightmare Nightmare Shaye is very powerful, beyond my ability. Sorry, my lord, I can't feel much, only that it seems to be a 'good thing'."

"You scared me to death. Are you okay? Nightmare Shaye is indeed very powerful. This is an ancient god, beyond your ability as a demigod. How is it? Any internal injuries?" Negris asked with concern.

Nightmare Nightmare Shaye was an ancient god, and Shamala was only a demigod. Such unequal contact was very easy to get hurt.

Interventions involving gods were extremely dangerous. On the surface, it might look like nothing happened, but life could be fading rapidly.

Life fading was a very troublesome thing for many gods, but it wasn't a big deal for Ang. When Ouke used life sacrifice to kill the Insect God, it was Ang who forcibly saved him back.

Although Ang slept for half a year afterward, Ang's strength now was not what it used to be. Treating it early, the loss wouldn't be very large.

Shamala was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed, as if she were listening to something, and then her eyes lit up.

She pressed her flat chest and said painfully: "Oh no, I might have something wrong. I have internal injuries. It feels concave here. My lord, use the Beauty God Fist to save me."

It would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned the Beauty God Fist. As soon as she did, Negris understood instantly and said angrily: "No saving you, even the Beauty God Fist can't save you. Damn it, you've been corrupted by Seraphim Luna. Did Seraphim Luna teach you this? You were such a pure little girl before, how did your skin become so thick?"

Shamala shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue, whispering: "I'm already eighty, still a little girl..."

Ang, of course, wouldn't waste the Beauty God Fist on an eighty-year-old 'little girl'. After checking that she was fine, Negris turned the topic back to Nightmare Nightmare Shaye: "What do you mean by 'it's a good thing'?"

Shamala didn't even dare to think, shaking her head vigorously: "I don't know either. Anyway, I feel it's a good thing. You can't ask me anymore, or I'll vomit blood again."

"Fine, fine. Ang, relieve her of her duty. She can't handle Nightmare Nightmare Shaye," Negris said, not feeling it was a pity, because Shamala's ability was too abnormal. If there were no restrictions, it would be too unreasonable.

Ang nodded and turned to Shamala: "Relieved of duty."

Shamala immediately felt something tight snap, and her whole body felt relaxed.

"Wow." Seraphim Luna's voice sounded in Shamala's heart: "Such a clear oracle. This is the first time I've felt such a clear oracle. Lord Ang wanting to kill you is really just a matter of one sentence."

"Haven't you felt it before? Did the Light Gods not issue oracles?" Shamala asked curiously.

Seraphim Luna said: "They did, but their oracles had too many ambiguous places, and they could be interpreted in any way. The power wasn't this strong either, so my feeling wasn't very clear."

"Does that mean the lord is already stronger than all the Light Gods?" Shamala asked.

"That's for sure. Except for the Light Main God whose power I haven't felt, in terms of divine power intensity alone, the Light Gods are far inferior to Lord Ang. They are not on the same level," Seraphim Luna said.

One oracle could kill her. Shamala shrank to the side, extremely well-behaved, smiling toothily at anyone who looked over, like a silly redemption.

"This guy is hopeless. Asking her what good thing it is, she can't say. Useless," Negris said with disdain.

Although disdainful, it didn't stop her from following. Following along, they returned to the Bonehard Luoke plane.

Anyway, they couldn't find Nightmare Nightmare Shaye for a while. After scattering the insect eggs, Ang couldn't wait to go back. Du Luo Ken was still building there nervously, preparing to build it into a movable planting plane. The huge amount of engineering required could only be shortened significantly if Ang did it himself.

"Having the Commander Main God do the work for you, you're really something," Negris complained.

Du Luo Ken smiled bitterly: "Not let the lord do the work? I don't dare."

With the Main God doing the construction himself, the progress of the Bonehard Luoke plane was rapid, and by the way, they also studied the Snake of Misfortune's body, trying to find a way to make it transform.

Just like that, two months passed. On this day, a vortex suddenly appeared in the void not far from the Bonehard Luoke plane, and then a black beam of light erupted.

Immediately after, one black figure after another shot out from the beam of light and landed at the end of the beam.

Everyone crowded around, looking at the figures at the end of the beam. After looking for a few moments, Negris turned to Shamala and said: "This wouldn't be the 'good thing' you were talking about, would it?"

(End of chapter)