Yu Mengzhou said with great effort: "Wait a minute, let me put this first..."
The nail shears were back in action, and he grabbed the welding points on the plate armor like tearing off a thick piece of chocolate gold coin foil. The bronze armor made a sharp creaking sound, and Yu Mengzhou wanted to move to another place to avoid waking up the horses sleeping behind, but then he thought again that they would have woken up a long time ago, so he simply stopped hiding and let go of his hands to toss.
He twisted off the copper wedges that had long since penetrated into his flesh and connected to his leg bones, then threw the torn leg armor into the mud beside him.
The blood wet the fur of the brilliant angel. It said nothing and let Yu Mengzhou pull it, with a gentle light in its eyes.
All the copper nails were pulled out, and the leg armor on one front leg was also removed. Yu Mengzhou looked at the deformed wings and muttered a curse.
This distorted thing, which is tightly attached to the leg bone because it cannot stretch,... Yu Mengzhou doesn't want to call it a wing at all. It looks like an external organ composed of a deformed thin bone, a few wet and sticky feathers, and a fragile membrane.
…and something is surging at the roots of the external organs.
Yu Mengzhou already had a bad feeling in his heart.
He slowly picked up the small lamp and cautiously moved closer to shine it.
"—Falke!" He yelled with his eyes closed, "Come here, come here!"
The magic horse stopped pretending to sleep and stood up swiftly, approaching the human in an instant.
"What's wrong!" it asked seriously, "What's the problem..."
“Ticks!” Yu Mengzhou almost roared, “I have so many ticks. Burn them to death. Burn them to death! Now!”
These bulging, densely packed, abominable little monsters almost formed a breeding colony on the wings, the big ones dragging the small ones, the flat ones leaning on the swollen ones, layer upon layer, eating so much from their hosts that even their shells were shiny with oil.
Angel Hui interrupted bitterly: "They are not called that name. They are life-inhibiting insects. They will absorb my essence and blood to suppress my flying ability to an extremely weak level..."
Before it finished explaining, Falke had already spewed out a stream of golden flame, burning to death the group of parasites who knew they were in great danger but were unable to drag their fat bodies away quickly.
"… Yeah, okay." Angel Hui licked his lips awkwardly, "It's a little hot, haha."
Yu Mengzhou touched the goose bumps on his body. He really hated these little things because livestock did not have fingers as flexible as humans. A horse could pull tons of goods, but it was completely unable to get rid of the bites of ticks and fleas. In more serious cases, tick disease would occur, not to mention animals, even if humans got it, there was a chance of death.
He looked at the parasites hissing, staggering, rolling and struggling under the scorching heat, and finally burning into a charred ball. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thanks." He waved away the heat. "Can you stay here? I mean, there are three more hooves to go..."
"No problem, send me as you wish." Falke said immediately.
Yu Mengzhou leaned over and pulled out tiny tick tweezers from the inner layer of the toolbox. He clamped the dangling insect corpses and pulled them off together with their mouthparts that were still stuck in the skin. He pulled and threw them at the same time, and soon a layer of charred charcoal was spread on the ground.