Thinking was a very tiring thing. In the past, Zhuge Kongming thought too much. He even asked about the soldiers who were punished for violating the military rules and regulations, and finally died of exhaustion.
Unconsciously, Palin's face began to become pale again, and his vitality decreased rapidly. He was turning into a dead person at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Sui Xiong noticed his abnormality, and hurriedly used magic to replenish his vitality.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with brother Palin?" Gerrard asked through telepathy.
Sui Xiong was silent for a moment, and honestly told him about Palin's situation.
"What?! His soul has already left his body, and now he is only relying on vitality to move his body and his remaining thoughts? But he seems to be all right, and there is no problem at all! "
"I don't know what's going on." Sui Xiong spread his tentacles and made a helpless gesture. "I only know that once he loses the external supply, the remaining vitality in his body will be used up, and he will die immediately. So as you can see, I often need to replenish his vitality. "
"But this is not a long-term solution. Can't we replenish a lot of vitality at one time?"
"Weak can't be replenished … You don't understand this. In short, his body can't absorb a lot of vitality at one time. Replenishing too much is harmful," Sui Xiong said, and suddenly came up with an idea.
There was a kind of cold medicine called "slow-release capsule" on the earth. By sealing the medicine in some small packages that dissolved at different speeds, one capsule could last for 12 hours (he was not sure whether this was the case, but maybe it was). According to this idea, he could also do the same!
As soon as he thought of it, he tried to condense a large amount of vitality into a ball and made a honeycomb-like shell with dissolvable colloid. Each small grid contained about the amount needed to replenish Palin's vitality once, and the thickness of each grid's shell was different … Finally, it was a round ball with a diameter of about one centimeter.
Of course, this thing was just a trial product, and it needed to be fully tested to ensure its safety. So Sui Xiong did not rush to give this thing that might be regarded as a pill to Palin. Instead, he built a structure similar to a human stomach in his body.
He needed to do a clinical experiment first.
But this matter was not urgent, and the immediate priority was to deal with the spoils.
After defeating the God of Conspiracy, its oracle, the four-faced monster, became Sui Xiong's spoils. This strange creature contained great power and was a grandmaster-level expert in the field of illusions. Sui Xiong swallowed it, and carefully studied it. He felt that he had gained a lot, and even got an unexpected surprise.
As the oracle of the God of Conspiracy, the soul of this four-faced monster contained some of the divine power of the God of Conspiracy.
The main priesthood of the God of Conspiracy was to conspiracy, deception, and illusion, and illusion., and there were a lot of secondary priesthood, such as evil, chaos, darkness, and unclean … Sui Sui Sui could not analyze. Generally speaking, compared to God Wu Mian, who was the gatekeeper of the Night Gods, whose priesthoods were Shadow, Guardian, and Death, this God of Conspiracy could be said to be versatile, like a wandering magician who performed on the street.
By analyzing the God's power, Sui Xiong understood and mastered the power possessed by the God, and then learned to imitate it. This was something that Sui Xiong had done once before. Compared with the divine power left in the shrine last time, the divine power this time was much better in both quality and quantity. It was pure and majestic. Although it was only a little bit, it was equivalent to an attack with at least 80% of Sui Xiong's power. If the four-faced monster could really exert all the divine power, Sui Xiong would not be able to catch it so easily.
Analyzing the divine power was a technical work, and it could not be finished in a short time. Sui Xiong was not in a hurry. He could do it slowly. In any case, time did not mean much to him.
When he was cultivating in the Ice Trench, who knew how many years had passed. In the beginning, he would remember one or two years according to the changes in temperature. Later on, he couldn't remember anymore, so he didn't bother to remember.
Compared to that long and boring period of time, the amount of time needed to analyze divine power was not even worth mentioning.
His two subordinates did not have much concept of time. Gerrard was the kind of person who slept after eating. He used to think hard about how to promote the belief of his own God. But since he had a smart colleague like Palin, he was too lazy to think. Palin was the opposite of him. As long as his body had enough vitality, he did not need to sleep at all. All he did was read books and think all day long. He was so diligent that it was shameful for him to be so diligent.
Sometimes, Sui Xiong thought that it would be good if the two of them could live equally …
Days passed. The giant jellyfish floating in the sky did not need food, and the two people in the treasure cave could use magic to make food, so they did not feel uncomfortable at all.
But these days were very difficult for Ryan. Ever since he had suffered a loss at the hands of Sui Xiong, the God of Conspiracy was unwilling to pay attention to this area. Ryan, who had been expecting the God to respond to his prayers, naturally felt like a year. Almost every day, he could feel that he was aging, slowly but firmly approaching death, but he could not see any hope of going to the Holy Kingdom. This kind of desperate life almost drove him crazy. Later, he could only fall asleep with the help of drugs. But even if he took enough sleeping drugs that could make a cow fall down, he would suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, crying and shouting, as frightened as a child who had been abandoned by his parents.
In desperation, he thought hard and thought that the reason why the God of Conspiracy did not respond to his prayers might be that his plan was not completely successful — for example, that Death Cloud Scroll might have a problem, and it was not successfully activated. For example, the bone bracelet of the giant could not only perform the Restoration Spell, but also could dispel magic … Thinking carefully, his plan actually had many flaws, so it was not surprising that some accidents happened.
"It must be that my plan did not succeed, but I bragged to His Majesty, and His Majesty was angry!" Thinking about it, Ryan was sweating profusely, all because of fear. "Now the only chance to save the situation is to go again and do it properly!"
Even so, when he thought of facing the angry giant, his legs became weak.
After persisting for about a month, Ryan finally could not bear such a life anymore. So he made up his mind. He took the few remaining loyal subordinates in the Guild of Thieves and found a good wizard to help him. Then they went to Ruhr's treasure in a mighty manner.
"Are we going to deal with a giant?" On the way to camp, the wizard asked.
"Yes, a giant."
"What's its specialty?" the wizard asked.
"It has great strength, a very strong body, and a fast speed. And it's very rare, not stupid, "Ryan said.
The wizard pondered for a while and asked, "Does it have any abilities worth mentioning? Or special equipment? "
"There is a suspected high-level magic item, a bone bracelet, which is known to provide the Restoration Spell," Ryan said. "I guess there may be the will of a god residing in it."
"That's impossible!" The wizard immediately denied this speculation. "Giants do not have their own god, and I can't think of any god who would tolerate their sacred item falling into the hands of a giant without sending a Saint Samurai to take it back. That should be the ancestral spirit of their tribe. These barbarian races often believe in their ancestors, and magic items similar to the ancestral spirit are often found. "
When it came to magic, of course, the professionals were more authoritative. So Ryan no longer insisted on his own opinion, and turned to ask the wizard how to deal with the giant.
"The best way to deal with giants is to use the Illusion Spell to lure them into falling off the cliff. But according to what you said, it's a sealed cave, and can only be entered and exited by the Transmission Spell, so it's impossible to do this … "The wizard pondered. After thinking for a while, he asked," How high is the cave? Is it spacious? "
"Not very high," Ryan answered truthfully. "It's a little narrow, and the giant needs to bend a little to stand inside."
The wizard's eyes lit up, and he suddenly had an idea.
"In that case, it's easy," he said with a smile. "I have a lot of ways to deal with such a big guy in a narrow terrain. When the time comes, I can make sure that it will break its head and break its tendons and bones. Maybe it will die directly. "
Ryan was immediately overjoyed, but on second thought, he was a little worried. "What if it doesn't get stuck?"
"Then I can definitely trap it completely and make it unable to move." The wizard said with confidence. "Then I can use another spell —"
Speaking of this, he thought for a while and asked, "You don't mind losing the bone bracelet?"
"Of course not!" Ryan said firmly. "There's such a big treasure behind it!"
"That's good, leave it to me. It's easy." The wizard stood up, patted the dust off his clothes, and went straight back to the tent to sleep.
As a wizard who fought with his brain instead of his muscles, he did not need to participate in the night watch. On the contrary, it was an important reason why Ryan brought a large group of his subordinates here to let him have enough rest so that he could steadily cast spells.
After all … in the face of such a horrible giant, whether it was bow or sword, they might not have much power. In the end, the only thing that could decide the outcome of this battle was still magic.
Watching the wizard go to rest, Ryan sat next to the campfire, looked at the burning flame, and fell into deep thought.
If the giant was really not dead, if it was actually strong enough to withstand the Cloud of Death spell, if the will of a god was really residing in the bracelet …
He sighed deeply, and his face was haggard.
In the corner of the camp, the vice president, who had been silent since they set off, quietly watched everything, his eyes flashing.
"The old man really can't make it." An idea that had never appeared before slowly sprouted in his heart. "Maybe … I should make some plans for myself …"
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