This verification made Dean believe that he was not hallucinating. The nails that grew out of the human body could really cut through the indestructible metal, and he did not use any strength at all.
Once again, he used his nails to cut the linen bag next to him, but did not pierce the bag. The nails that could cut gold like mud suddenly failed.
Dean was surprised. He grabbed all the things around him and tried again. After a while, he finally came to a result. His nails would only show the strange sharpness when facing metal. Facing cloth, stone, flesh, hair, and so on, they all failed. It was just like ordinary nails, but a little sharper.
"The hardest metal is the weakest in front of these nails?" Dean's eyes flashed. His heart was full of surprise and surprise. But since childhood, his father taught him to be good at thinking, so he gradually pondered. First of all, he was sure that metal was absolutely harder than cloth. From the current many experiments, it could be seen that nails were only effective on metal.
Metal was composed of metal particles.
In order to test different metals, he grabbed daggers and swords, including his own arrowheads!
Without exception, all of them could be easily pierced!
Only when he grabbed the lead plate in the inner layer of the hunter, the penetration speed of the nails was slower.
In the process of penetration, Dean found that when the nails touched the metal, it seemed to gush out a layer of oil, making the nails look extremely bright. But when he grabbed cloth and other things, there was no such layer of oil.
Seeing this layer of luster, Dean's heart suddenly flashed a light, thinking of the repulsion between different element particles.
His fingers could pierce into the metal, perhaps it had nothing to do with the sharpness of the nails itself, but the layer of oil secreted from the nails and the metal particles repelled each other. Moreover, it was an extraordinary repulsion, which could deform the metal in a short time.
Thinking of this, Dean was somewhat relieved. This seemed to be the only explanation at present. Otherwise, it would be difficult to cut the cloth with the sharpness of the nails, let alone the metal.
"So this is the intermediate ability of the magic mark of the Defiler, Metal Repelling. In this case, it has an unexpected effect when fighting with others, but it doesn't have much effect when it comes to hunting monsters." Dean frowned slightly. Although this ability had the ability to penetrate metal, it was still of little value. Unless he practiced hard in melee combat, this ability would not play a big role for a long-range hunter.
However, nothing was perfect in this world. After the previous setback, he quickly accepted this ability. He thought that in the future, he could make some metal carvings. That would be a unique skill!
Dean continued to study it but didn't find any new function. He could only give up. He ate dry food, packed his bags and climbed out of a collapsed narrow stone path. He breathed the fresh air outside and returned to the direction of the giant wall.
Half a day later, Dean returned to the giant wall. He didn't encounter other monsters along the way. It could be seen that the number of monsters in this area was not much. Probably ten years ago, there were too many monsters. Due to the large amount of food demand, the number of monsters here was rapidly decreasing. Therefore, it was difficult to see monsters wandering from other places in a short period of time.
Looking at the towering giant wall, Dean sighed deeply. He came to the entrance. Because the giant wall blocked the light, there was less sunlight. The plants were much sparser than in the distance. Ten boxes of gunpowder were piled up on the giant wall behind the entrance. They were covered with tarpaulin.
When he came out this time, Dean thought that he would encounter those horrible monsters. He would use these explosives to make traps to hunt them. Now it seemed that this plan could only be temporarily shelved. The next time his body recovered, he would go deeper into the outer edge of the area. It was estimated that he would use these gunpowder. Moreover, this time the Ghoul was blown up by a box of gunpowder, but its body was only slightly injured. This also gave him a more intuitive feeling about the defensive power of these monsters and the power of gunpowder. If he encountered some extremely horrible monsters, perhaps these ten boxes of explosives alone may not be able to kill them.
"The next time I come, I will continue to bring more." Dean thought in his heart. Now that he was the only one in and out of this passage, it didn't matter if the gunpowder was stored here.
His eyes swept through the grass and found the place where the key was buried. He took out the key and opened the huge iron lock of the passage. He untied the thumb-thick iron chain and lifted the passage.
Looking at the dark passage, Dean's heart suddenly moved. He closed the passage and turned to the nearby gunpowder storage. He took out twenty of the remaining twenty-four cold crystals in his bag, especially the cold crystal of the horned sickle zombie. Only four cold crystals were left in the bag.
After doing this, Dean opened the passage again. He went down the dark steps and slowly closed the huge iron door. He wrapped the thick chain in the convex ring of the iron door and locked it.
Along the long passage back to the wall, Dean saw two Knights of Light who were guarding outside the passage. The two heard the movement and turned around alertly. They immediately saw Dean who was carrying a backpack. One of them immediately said: "Please stop, don't move!"
Dean stood at the entrance of the passage.
The other Knight of Light looked at him, took out a whistle from his bosom and blew it. A moment later, a messenger crow flew over from afar.
The Radiant Knight took out something from his bosom and tied it to the black crow's leg before releasing it.
Dean knew that they were going to inform the security office, so he sat on the ground and waited quietly. Seeing his arrogance, the two of them revealed an indistinct look of loathing in their eyes and focused all their attention on guarding against him. After a moment, a team of cavalry came. All of them were wearing bright silver armor. Only two of them were wearing official Knight of Light armors. The rest were squires.
There was a huge carriage in the middle of the cavalry. It was made of steel and was extremely strong.
Dean suddenly thought that if his nails had such ability before he went to prison, then perhaps it would be easier to escape from the prison.
"Get in the carriage." One of the Knights of Light said to Dudian in a deep voice. His eyes under the silver helmet stared at Dudian coldly.
Dean sat cross-legged: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
"Humph!" The Knight of Light coldly snorted and waved: "Let's go!"
The caravan turned around and drove back the way they came.
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