Chapter 527: Chapter 303 Three Divine Techniques_1
“There’s no need to feed the dead!” Negris sprayed Xi with spit right there and then.
Xi, however, remained steadfast, even dragging over a corpse: “I’ve been nurturing it, it’s intelligent.”
The zombie glanced at Xi, then at Negris, and finally towards Ange, before slowly kneeling towards Ange.
“Eh, intelligent… witch?” Negris approached in surprise, giving it a detailed inspection.
After some research, he found that this really was a witch, a witch that had only recently awakened its intelligence.
“You raised it?” Negris asked skeptically. Do the undead still need to be raised?
Each intelligent undead creature is precious because they are so rare. Among millions of undead, only a few might possess intelligence.
Dark City has over three thousand intelligent undead inhabitants. This was due to a millennia of time, built on a base population of tens of billions.
The average lifespan of humans in this era is only forty-something years. A thousand years of time has allowed for dozens of generational changes.
“Nurtured by me, it was initially dumb, but I talked to it, said a lot, and it gradually became intelligent,” Xi took the effort to explain, as if worried that Negris wouldn’t believe him, repeatedly thumping on his chest.
Negris indeed didn’t believe: “You’re saying, you spoke with it, and it changed from a dumb zombie to an intelligent skeleton? Who are you trying to fool? If it was that easy, witches would be all over the place. Alright, alright, I know, you want to care for them, fine. When they reincarnate, you can look after them.”
Despite his disbelief, Negris still gave him this chance. Zombie dragons don’t need to eat or drink, but they still require some maintenance.
Now, the problem lies with these hundred or so living ones. Raising dragons isn’t an easy task, otherwise, there wouldn’t be just one dragon knight group in the entire plane. If they were easy to raise, they would have a bunch for transportation by now.
They’re timid, yes, timid. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been so terrified that tens or hundreds died on the spot. They easily get sick when frightened and can transmit various bird diseases.
Secondly, their diet is very specific. They don’t eat regular food, they only eat meat and things like soybeans. They also have particular requirements for how the food is processed, otherwise, they will have diarrhea.
The Goddess of Beauty City doesn’t even raise horses, let alone raising over a hundred dragons? Why not just kill them all and let them reincarnate as undead dragons.
While he was contemplating, he suddenly sensed a disturbance. Turning his head, he saw Ange pull out an illusion from the largest dragon and broke something on it.
“Kvada… Goddess of Beauty Fist, you saved your Goddess of Beauty Fist, but used it here? You …” Negris was too late to stop it, only murmuring.
When rescuing Kadil from Dragon Island, Ange didn’t make use of the Goddess of Beauty Fist, because he had already found out the easiest way to deal with Kadil’s problem.
Bruce preferred to use this method because he could understand it. The Goddess of Beauty Fist was too profound, he didn’t understand it. What if something else was broken when solving Kadil’s problem, what to do then?
No one is willing to use a technique that has not been tested over time on their own children. If there is a more reliable method, the more reliable one is definitely preferred.
So Ange’s Goddess of Beauty Fist was spared.
Now, this hard-earned Goddess of Beauty Fist was wasted on a dragon, which was simply infuriating.
However, while still steaming, Negris was already getting used to it. If one day Ange follows its way of thinking, it would probably feel uncomfortable instead.
After sulking a while, it felt better, then asked: “What did you break?”
Ange said, “A defect in its stomach.”
“Stomach defect? Does it have stomach problems?” Negris asked puzzled.
This dragon, large and robust, didn’t seem to have any problems with its stomach at all. According to his understanding of the Goddess of Beauty Fist, to change any defects, Ange must be aware of their presence. Otherwise, he wouldn’t know where to start. How did he know that the dragon’s stomach had a defect?
“It said, dragon, it made.” Ange said, then had people herd over 200 small fat sheep, and transferred several tons of grains, and several tons of seaweed, finally walking up to a large stone.
This stone was taller than Ange, possibly weighing several tons. Ange hugged it and tried to lift it.
Luther went over at a trot, offering his assistance, “Sir, sir, let me help, everyone, come and help too.”
However, before he could get close, Ange suddenly lightened his grip. A cloud of straw was thrown up in the air, the several tons stone, under the eyes of everyone present turned into a several tons of straw, enveloping Ange flat beneath it.
The volume of several tons of straw is much greater than the same weight of stone.
Everyone was stunned, their jaws nearly dropped. Although they had all seen the straw owl that Little Bu had transformed, the scene absolutely couldn’t compare to what Ange was doing now, the difference was too great.
A several tons stone turning into straw right before their eyes, it’s volume exploded tenfold, Ange exerted too much force and even tossed some into the sky. This contrast between heavy and light, small and large was so astounding.
“It’s… it’s a miracle,” Lisa muttered.
As the former Holy Light Mrs., this scene had an especially big impact on her. In the Holy Book of Light’s Genesis story, it described the Creator God turning clay into rice. Although what Ange did was change stone into straw, the essence was the same. Both are about turning one material into another, a process of creation.
The impact on Negris was even greater, not because the stone changed into straw, but those words of Ange’s ‘it said’. Only Negris understood who this ‘it’ was.