Chapter 746: Accept the Wrath of Thunder, You Rock

The snail darted off before they had settled, leaving Amilia and the puppet behind.

"What... what kind of snail is this?" Amilia asked, her voice trembling. This was nothing like the snails she knew; was this even a snail? It wasn't Lightning, was it?

"It's not Lightning; Lightning is a horse, and it's not this fast. This is an Iron-Scaled Scavenger. Do you know what an Iron-Scaled Scavenger is?" Negris asked.

"That giant, iron-clad god that's as big as a plane? An Iron-Scaled Scavenger? You're riding a god? Why?" Amilia asked in disbelief.

Explaining it was too much trouble. Should he tell her that Ang could help the snail give birth? She would surely think they were perverts. So, he just said casually, "It owes us money. Hold on tight."

Amilia and the puppet gripped the newly extended handles tightly. *Whoosh! * They were flying through the void at breakneck speed.

Amilia felt as if her internal organs and soul had been left behind; it was as if her body was flying ahead while her soul was chasing from behind. When they finally stopped, she couldn't hold it back anymore and vomited.

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"Eww," Negris exclaimed in disgust, then flew up and away from Amilia.

The others followed suit, distancing themselves from her. The Super-Speed Snail tilted its head, confused, but followed along and moved away from Amilia as well.

Only the puppet didn't find her disgusting; she reached out with her single hand and dragged Amilia away from the floating vomit.

*A single hand? * Negris looked at the puppet, who now had only one arm, and couldn't help but ask, "Where is your other arm?"

The puppet replied shyly, "It was shaken off because it was too fast on the way here."

Negris was speechless. "Your body is too fragile, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry..." the puppet said weakly. "I was too poor before and couldn't afford good materials."

He couldn't take it. Why was she apologizing? Losing an arm wasn't something one needed to apologize to others for.

Negris couldn't help but want to roll his eyes. Even if he had encountered that foul-mouthed horse Lightning, he hadn't been this speechless. If he spoke any louder, would she start crying?

Forget it, he'd better find a professional. Negris turned his head to look at Anthony.

As expected of a professional, he saw through Negris's intentions at a glance. He floated over slowly and asked gently, "Do you believe in the power of knowledge?"

The puppet blinked and nodded. "I do."

"Then close your eyes, pray to the God of Knowledge, and offer up all your knowledge. Are you willing to pray for a new arm?" Anthony asked.

Was there really such a good thing? The puppet blinked. What value could her knowledge have in front of these beings who could strike dimensions with their bare hands? Could this really be exchanged for a new arm? What kind of arm would it be?

"Is it really possible? God of Knowledge, I pray to you. I am willing to offer all my knowledge in exchange for your help." The puppet closed her eyes and prayed earnestly.

Negris quickly let Ang open a space, and he pulled out Du Luo Ken. Alchemy was, of course, something Du Luo Ken was better at.

"Hey, where did you pick up such a crude antique puppet?" Du Luo Ken asked with disdain as soon as he came out.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm just too crude..." The puppet twisted her little fingers, feeling aggrieved.

"Whoa, it has consciousness? A soul? Such a weak soul? Sorry, sorry, I didn't notice just now." Du Luo Ken was startled, then shocked by the puppet's aggrieved expression, and apologized quickly, thinking to himself: *She isn't going to cry, is she? *

Then Du Luo Ken's gaze fell on the puppet's missing arm, and he soon understood why he had been dragged out. "Repair it?"

Negris nodded. "See if you can fix it. It was shaken off while racing the snail just now."

Du Luo Ken glanced at the Super-Speed Snail and said understandingly, "Understood."

Then he rubbed his hands together. "What price range are we looking at for the repair?"

Negris quickly stopped him. "Why are you learning from Yinbi? There's no money; this is my believer, just fix it casually."

"Your believer?" Du Luo Ken said disappointedly. "I thought there was business to be done. What a waste of effort."

The puppet said anxiously, "No, no, I... I..."

As she spoke, she opened the shell on her chest and pulled out a heart made of countless interlocking gears. "This is the most valuable thing I have. I don't know if it can be used as payment."

Her tone was so hurried that she couldn't even speak clearly. If she could blush, she would probably be red to the tips of her ears by now.

Du Luo Ken sensed something wrong from her tone and quickly beckoned Anthony over to ask in a low voice, "What's the situation?"

Anthony naturally knew what he was asking and explained in a low voice, "People-pleasing personality, shy, timid, afraid of being disliked by others. Every time, she can't wait to take out the most precious things, fearing that others won't be satisfied."

Du Luo Ken was stunned. "Scared me to death. I just said 'what a waste of effort,' and she took out her Forging Heart. What kind of behavior is this? It feels like I asked her if she'd eaten, and she cut open her stomach to say: I ate a bowl. Scared me to death."

"So you know why Negris-my lord wanted to take her as a believer. It's because he's afraid that after fixing her arm, she'll twist off her head and say thank you." Anthony said, unable to laugh or cry.

Then Anthony asked, "You said that thing is a Forging Heart? A Forging Heart of the Dwarven God of Forging?"

"Probably not the Dwarven one; it's too rough. It might be a replica, and it doesn't seem to have any functionality. Taking it out doesn't affect her activities. Who is she? Why is her soul so weak?" Du Luo Ken asked.

Anthony explained the puppet's origin. When he heard that she had tried to seal a small beholder, Du Luo Ken also burst out laughing on the spot. "Sealing a small beholder? Does she think she's me?"

After figuring out the situation, Du Luo Ken didn't delay. He studied the material of her puppet body, picked a piece of divine wood as the base, and used his Midas Touch—point, point, point...

Magic runes were engraved one by one. He took out mithril and wiped it on; the runes were inlaid with mithril. He took out graphite and wiped it on the joints for self-lubricating enchantment. He took out the roots of the World Tree and wrapped them around the arm for reinforcement.

Then he tied the ends of the roots to her shoulder, took out insect ash liquid, and placed a drop on every contact point. The roots soon grew together with her shoulder.

"Alright, done. You're an alchemist, so you should know what adaptive alchemy is. This is it. What kind of arm it grows into depends on you." After saying that, he didn't wait for a response and ran to Ang, asking Ang to put him back into the space.

"Thank you, thank you. This... the reward... this..." Looking at Du Luo Ken who had run away, the puppet held the Forging Heart, at a loss.

Anthony picked up her Forging Heart, put it back into her body as it was, covered the shell gently, and said with a smile, "You have already offered all your knowledge. You don't need to pay anything else."

"But, is it really enough just to pray like this?" The puppet felt it was a bit childish.

"If you are willing to believe piously, you will receive the protection of the God of Knowledge." Anthony said with a smile.

The puppet nodded vigorously. "Okay, I will be a pious believer of the God of Knowledge."

Beside them, Negris shrank back subconsciously, because he saw a thick ball of soul flames rushing toward him.

Pious Believer +1

Negris couldn't help but whisper to Anthony, "Are you accepting labor dispatches? Let Ang send you to my Hall of Knowledge to be a priest for a while?"

Anthony said, "You can't protect me, I'm not going."

*Thump, thump, thump*—a knocking sound came from the void ahead. Ang, who had been knocking on the dimension, turned his head and shouted, "Awoo!"

The entrance to the space channel had been found; there was no need for Amilia to point the way.

The group filed into the space channel one after another, soon passing through something like an air membrane, and the surrounding matter became rich immediately.

"There's air? There's actually air here? Can we breathe? Is it because of the pressure difference between different spaces that air can be retained?" Xiludi asked curiously.

This Chaos Plane was simply the holy land for learning that a space mage like her dreamed of.

"Who goes there! How dare you trespass into the holy land of the Hole God! Accept the wrath of thunder!" A roar came from the front of the channel. A short, stocky figure, carrying a hammer and stepping on thunder, came rushing out with a rumble.

A Thunder Hammer? Ang immediately reached out and condensed a Lightning Spear, while stepping forward and arching his body.

Just as he made the throwing posture, the short, stocky figure rumbled and took a turn, as if he hadn't seen Ang and his group at all, and ran off from a ninety-degree angle: "Accept the wrath of thunder, you rock!"

*Boom! *