Chapter 762

First do this and that, then do that and this, and when you hit a spot that won't come apart, just use the Spot-Removal Technique to sizzle-sizzle-sizzle it away. Very quickly, all of Famobis's "coffin lid" was dismantled, revealing a mass of energy formed by the entanglement of countless imprints.

"Huh?" the Monarch leaned in.

"Huh?" Anthony and Negris also leaned in.

Looking at this energy mass, then looking at the Chaos Liquid: "Why is it so similar? Is your core Chaos Mist?"

The Monarch immediately shook his head: "No, although it's very similar, it's not the same thing; its energy is more orderly."

Negris also nodded: "Right, orderly, stable, just like the difference between light and Holy Light; this is a type of stable Chaos Liquid."

From the moment Ang leaned in to the moment all the shells were stripped away, Famobis was completely bewildered throughout the entire process, because it had never once thought it would be treated in such a way.

Just like a cave-dwelling troglodyte, when it encounters an enemy, it will definitely crawl; it wouldn't think to fly, because it doesn't have the concept of flying.

Famobis also never had the concept of being stripped of its shell by someone. If you're killed, you're killed; why are you stripping my shell? Looking for a way to engrave laws?

"Hey, hey, hey, don't, why are you stripping my shell? This is the most primitive power of the Void; you can't handle it, don't mess around. Don't you want to resurrect the Ancient Divine Light and the Ten Thousand Worlds Divine Tree? Be careful, if you break it, it'll be gone," Famobis shouted in a panic.

Anthony's eyes rolled, he whispered a few words to Ang, and Ang nodded, taking out Lightning.

"If it breaks, it breaks, what's the big deal? We only want your body, we don't need your heart. The most primitive power of the Void is definitely not that fragile. It's just hard to say whether your consciousness can withstand it. What if we use the wrong amount of force and turn you into an idiot? Will you drool? If you become an idiot, you won't be able to control your crooked mouth and drooling; it's too ugly. But everyone definitely hasn't seen a Void Law Tablet drool. How about we hang it at the entrance of the market to collect admission fees for an exhibition? Invite Big Mouth and the others to come see it, and then spread your story everywhere. How about 'The Void Law Tablet That Became an Idiot'?..."

Lightning kept muttering incessantly there; it was simply a form of intense mental attack. It made Famobis feel restless, irritable, and its emotional fluctuations were exceptionally intense.

Famobis's core was a stable energy mass. Following its emotional changes, the energy mass began to shift toward an unstable state. Ang seized the opportunity and began to dismantle its imprints.

Every time an imprint was dismantled, it was stuffed into the Huang Tong Book. These imprints immediately manifested their corresponding images within the Huang Tong Book.

"Huh, isn't this Delosa's imprint? How come even such a low-rank imprint is here? Are you picking up trash?" Negris said in surprise.

As soon as Negris spoke, Lightning immediately stopped its muttering. This simply saved Famobis's life, pulling it back from the edge of a mental breakdown.

Letting out a long sigh, Famobis said hurriedly: "There are no low-rank imprints, only low-rank Ancient Gods. Even the most basic temperature imprint, under the control of a powerful Ancient God, can destroy..."

Speaking to this point, Famobis suddenly thought of something and shut its mouth, saying nothing more.

"Destroy what? Speak up, destroy what? Destruction? Disfigurement? Slander? You're slandering me? What exactly are you destroying? You say half and leave half, do you have urinary urgency? ￥#￥**……（%……"

Under Lightning's mental attack, Ang dismantled the vast majority of the imprints, leaving only the last one.

"Can't dismantle it, his," Ang said.

"So many imprints, only one is his? Delosa, when did you give your imprint to him?" Just as Ang was dismantling the imprints, Delosa had already been called over to be questioned about his imprint.

Delosa said awkwardly: "My imprint has been given to many people. The core of the Starburst Array uses my imprint, a kind of lingering force field. Only in a lingering force field can the Faith Origin Power be constrained within an area, overlapping and accumulating, releasing the greatest power."

Negris suddenly realized: "Oh, so this is a lingering force field? Isn't this the same thing as a constraint force field?"

Now was not the time to explore the principles. After chatting for a few sentences, Negris chased Delosa to the side.

"Alright, now everything has been decomposed. Now we just need to find this attribute of power, and then replicate this imprint, and we can recreate a Law Tablet," Negris summarized.

Anthony also said: "This power is very similar to the power of Chaos Mist, just more orderly. Can we try to infuse will into the Chaos Mist to make it sanctified? That way it can have order."

"As for how to replicate this imprint? No need to replicate it. Let him offer the imprint and establish a soul connection, and Ang can use his imprint," Negris said.

Speaking to this point, everyone turned their eyes to see Famobis: "Are you willing to offer your imprint?"

"No... not willing, you... I heard everything you said," Famobis said, somewhat frantically.

At this moment, its mood was incomparably irritable. Firstly, it was the mental pollution from Lightning's incessant muttering, which made it unable to calm down at all. Secondly, Ang and the others' entire research didn't avoid it, and it heard everything about how they would dispose of it. How stupid would it have to be to hand over its own imprint and let the other party replicate another one of it?

Everyone didn't care and continued to discuss: "It won't, so we still have to try to replicate its imprint. Should we let Redemption come?"

"Can she? Can Redemption do it? Don't let it be shattered by a shake from it," Anthony said worriedly.

"It doesn't matter, beat it up, beat it up and it'll be fine, beat it until it's on its last breath." While speaking, Ang had already dragged out the Goddess of Redemption. After some explanation, Redemption nodded weakly: "I haven't tried it, but I can try."

Negris comforted her: "You don't have to be afraid either. You have a soul connection with Ang; if there's a backlash, he'll bear it for you."

Redemption's courage immediately grew, and she rubbed her hands and said: "That's good, my lord, watch me. But can you settle it for me in Elf Beans? Just the same as Lord Starfire's."

"What do you need Elf Beans for?" Negris asked curiously.

"To feed the dog," Redemption said.

"Dog? Where did you get a dog?" Negris asked inexplicably.

"I brought it from the Main Plane. Big Head, come pay respects to my lord," Redemption said while summoning.

Behind her, a vortex immediately split open, connecting to her Divine Realm. An angry voice came out: "Damn it, I am the guardian of Hell, not your pet. If you do this again, I'll bite your big... Woof~"

Three big heads squeezed out of the vortex, cursing and roaring, but before it finished roaring, it saw several powerful existences staring at it, and one of them was particularly familiar.

It was so scared that its three heads shrank into one, and its body also squeezed out of the vortex, shrinking into a small puppy, and it let out a weak woof.

Negris laughed until his face was distorted: "Isn't this the Hell Three-Headed Dog summoned by Black Smoke in the Black Mountain Duchy? What a coincidence to meet again. Who do you want to bite?"

The puppy shook its head desperately.

"You need Elf Beans to pet it? Hand it over to Pink Skirt to train; I guarantee it'll be obedient. Pink Skirt, come over here," Negris shouted loudly.

Pink Skirt trotted over and dragged the Hell Dog away. When it was dragged away, the puppy was shivering, because it discovered that the one dragging it away was a Demon Monarch. It might not be afraid of a heretical goddess, but it couldn't help but be afraid of a Demon Monarch.

However, when it saw the Little Demon King, its fur was almost scared off; this was the ancestor of demons.

After dealing with these, everyone's attention returned to Famobis.

Famobis didn't know what to say anymore. It felt that it wasn't valued at all. A demon dog could make these people shift their attention. The degree of perfunctoriness was about the same as digging an ant nest on the way to the guillotine.

"Alright, Redemption, get ready, start," Negris shouted.

Ang immediately swung his fist and bombarded Famobis's body continuously.

"You're playing for real! Don't!" Famobis shouted in disbelief, subconsciously propping up its last imprint.

The whole process was too much of a farce. It had always thought that Ang and the others were joking, about beating it up to replicate the imprint or something. Was this something they could do? So when Ang took action, it finally confirmed that this wasn't a joke; they were playing for real.

As soon as the imprint was propped up, Redemption immediately flew over and hugged the imprint tightly: "Don't die, don't die! I will save you!"