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Chapter 825 If this lizard is too talkative, I will beat you.

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    Anthony and Yin Coin brought everyone over respectively. Seeing them, Ange couldn't help but tilted his head.

    Everyone is familiar with Ange¡¯s body language. This action means that these people are indeed weird, and they immediately became alert.

    Ange thought for a while, pointed to the people who brought the silver coins and said: "They are fanatical, firm, fanatical believers."

    "Crazy believers? But they are not believers in the Temple of Doom. I asked them, and they said they were survivalists. It doesn't seem to be a religion, and they have no interest in gold coins at all." Silver Coin said in surprise.

    Anthony suddenly said: "Then I know who they are. They are not believers, but they are indeed a group of very fanatical guys, a group of guys who are very fanatical about extreme survival. They live the hardest life and collect the most complete supplies and equipment.  , they are indeed not very interested in gold coins, unless the gold coins can be exchanged for survival supplies.¡±

    ¡°The Temple of Doom is also a headache for these guys, but leave it to me.¡± Anthony said as he walked towards the survivalists.

    "In Survival Mania, the leader is a lean middle-aged man. His skinny cheeks are exposed, but he is full of energy.

    Anthony walked over, the soul scanned his body, and asked: "How many days have you not eaten?"

    The lean middle-aged man blinked his eyes in surprise and responded: "Sir, I haven't eaten in three days."

    "What secret techniques have you learned? Can you reduce the consumption of your body and hibernate like a bear if necessary?" Anthony asked.

    The lean middle-aged man was shocked: "Sir, how do you know? That is a secret method passed down from our family."

    ¡°Give me your hand.¡± Anthony ordered directly without answering.

    The lean middle-aged man quickly stretched out his hand. They were just survival maniacs, but not fools. People like Ange came from the void. Not to mention those ancient gods, even Anlusi and the like were all at the level of void elves. They  Such fragile plane creatures can be crushed by any elf on the other side.

    They are not dead now, probably because the big shot on the other side is curious about them.

    Anthony scratched his palm, and a large gash immediately opened in his palm, with bones visible and blood gushing out.

    The lean middle-aged man¡¯s face was twisted in pain and he wanted to scream, but he gritted his teeth and held back, not even daring to retract his hand.

    "Does it hurt?" Anthony asked, holding the holy light and shining it on the other person's palm.

    "It hurts eh, it doesn't hurt anymore? What kind of magic is this?" The lean middle-aged man asked in disbelief as he watched the bone-deep wound heal rapidly.

    "Healing magic can save you as long as you still have breath." Anthony said modestly.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? away out of Ange's death.

    While he was still in shock, Anthony took out another handful of elf beans, handed them to the lean middle-aged man, and asked him to share them with his companions: "Have you ever tasted a bean that is enough to fill you up? A small bag like this  , enough for you to eat for a lifetime."

    The lean middle-aged man was dumbfounded, and the survival madmen behind him had the same expression. Anthony seemed to have opened up a whole new world to them. Survival, could you still play like this?

    Anthony smiled slightly: "These are all trivial. Survival is not difficult. Do you want to live forever?"

    The lean middle-aged man blinked, thinking that he had heard correctly, but when he realized that he had heard correctly, his eyes ignited with blazing fire.

    Compared with eternal life, survival is nothing. When Anthony solemnly introduced Ange as the immortal god, Ange immediately felt that thick soul flames were thrown at him from these people, and a unique mark took shape in his soul.  , wandering around the soul.

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    "Pfft - what? These survival freaks have defined a magic for you? What kind of shit luck are you doing? What kind of magic?" Nigris spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

    Is magic just a piece of cabbage?  Come as soon as you say?  The believers who came back from Anthony's deception can actually define new magic?  What kind of plane joke are you kidding?

    Angato made a mark, and Nigris' mind swept over it, and he immediately saw its effect: "Survival? What do you mean?"

    Ange shook his head in confusion. This was one of his rare magical skills that he couldn't figure out at once, and he needed to study it in depth.

    "It's strange to say that your magical skills are all defined by ordinary people. Except for the facial cleansing technique, which is defined by Lisa, no matter the rebirth technique, the God of Beauty Fist, elemental transformation, the immortal holy light and this, they are all very weak.  People define it, why is it like this?" Nigris said with some confusion.

    Anthony said: "This is too normal. The weaker theThe more pure a person's belief in God is, the more he can define divine magic.  "

    "For people with a certain basic strength, their beliefs are complicated. Not only do they require powerful magical skills, but they also need to be easy to learn, not harmful to the body, and preferably have other bonuses. If you want to upgrade a magical skill  It¡¯s not pure at all to add in salary increase and longevity.¡± Speaking of this, Anthony couldn¡¯t help but curl his lips, he had seen too many such people in the church.

    "But Lisa"

    "Lisa is very pure. She just wanted to be beautiful at that time. Even within the church, those who can define divine magic are those who are very pure, such as Xia Mara. That's why there are saints and ascetics, but later on  It¡¯s just gone bad.¡±

    After chatting for a while, they confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the people who brought the silver coins. They simply didn¡¯t like the gold coins, but if they were replaced with fairy beans, healing or immortality, they would become very fanatical and quickly transform into immortal gods.  believer.

    "These people are fine, but sir, what about the people I brought here? I feel like they have different souls in their bodies, and their behavior has nothing to do with their profession, education, and growth environment. It's very strange." Anthony said  .

    "For example? I think they are very normal, they can talk and laugh." Nigris looked in the direction of the people Anthony had brought, and found that those people were talking and laughing, and there was no difference in soul or body.  Feel.

    Anthony said angrily: "That's strange, okay? There were farmers, butchers, vendors, housewives, servants, and so on among them. I dragged them into the forest aggressively, surrounded by a bunch of strange creatures. They  But they are talking and laughing, don¡¯t you think it¡¯s strange?¡±

    As he spoke, Anthony got specific: "That big fat man is a butcher, but look at his accessories and belt. Are they very delicate? His wrists and elbows are also very clean. For a normal butcher, these places must be very oily. Accessories  It¡¯s even less likely to be refined.¡±

    "Look at that woman again. She has rough hands and feet, but her nails are very clean. You usually eat a bowl of porridge on the street, but this kind of rough woman brings it to you. Her thumbs are dipped in the porridge, and her nails are very clean.  How many are clean?"

    ¡°I¡¯ve never eaten porridge on the street, but I understand what you mean, it¡¯s really weird.¡±

    Anthony described the weirdness of these people one by one. With Anthony's observation ability that even Dyson had several clones, the weirdness of these people was as obvious as a torch in the dark night.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? There are always some unique ones among millions of people, but in this theocratic world with extremely low education rate, there are so many special individuals, it cannot be a normal phenomenon.

    After describing it, everyone looked at Ange. They just thought it was weird, but they didn¡¯t know where it was.

    Ange pointed at them, then pointed at the ground, and said: "Consciousness pollution, they, the Eternal Black Stone."

    As soon as the words fell, the human beings who were originally talking and laughing turned their heads, their movements were abnormal and strange, as if at this moment, they were controlled by a certain collective consciousness.

    Everyone spoke collectively and shouted in unison: "Outside guys, we have no intersection, right? Why do you need to find out the truth? Can't you just take your people and leave? These stupid people can give it to you, why do you have to dig up the dark soil?  Peep into that endless darkness? You will regret it!"

    With this uniform shouting, these weird people seem to have connected a network of power transmission, and a kind of weird power converges on the big fat butcher who leads them.

    But after shouting and shouting, the Fat Butcher realized something was wrong. Everyone didn't look scared at all, but looked at him like a fool.

    "Damn it, what's your expression? Aren't you scared?" the fat butcher said angrily.

    "Scared, too scared, but your energy intensity is not enough. I'm afraid it won't break the skin with just this energy intensity." Nigris said pretendingly.

    "Humph, stupid lizard, this is the power of consciousness! Assimilate!" The Fat Butcher shouted, and his whole body suddenly lit up, and a ray of light cut through the space and pierced Nigris.

    "I don't know who to hit first. This lizard is really talkative, so I'll hit you."

    A book of brass clattered in front of Nigris, and the opened pages swallowed the light.

    ps: I am traveling far away and taking a train for forty hours. I don¡¯t know if I can code on the train.

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