The old Lich looked at all this expressionlessly, because there were too many reversals, and he no longer knew what kind of mood he should use to deal with it.
Watching the eight-armed skeleton attack with ease, watching the other party's terrifying display of strength, the previous images of the other party falling in embarrassment and absorbing his power through shaking hands kept flashing through his mind.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered what Richard had said before. When Richard said it, he didn't understand it, and he doesn't understand it very well now, but he vaguely feels that it might be more suitable for the current situation.
Richard once said: Energy will neither be created out of thin air nor disappear out of thin air. It will only be converted from one form to another form, or transferred from one object to other objects. In this process, the total amount of energy remains constant. changing.
Maybe the eight-armed skeleton had used all its power on the first bone gun, so it became extremely weak after throwing it. Afterwards, after absorbing his power, he was able to control the five bone spears again and beat Ximu violently.
If you put it that way, he is actually more powerful than the eight-armed skeleton. After all, the eight-armed skeleton can only control a bone gun to attack once with its own strength. After absorbing his energy, he was able to control five bone spears to attack multiple times.
According to calculations, his strength should be more than five times that of the eight-armed skeleton.
But why, the stronger he couldn't defeat Ximu, but the eight-armed skeleton could defeat Ximu
The old man Lich was thinking hard, and the eight-armed skeleton next to him used five bone spears that kept piercing, beating the tin wood more and more miserably.
At first, Ximu shouted angrily and tried to resist, but his tone gradually weakened.
"Damn it, you're such a skeleton. I saw you fall with my own eyes. Why did you suddenly become so powerful?"
"Damn it, what evil spell did you use? How could you hurt me so badly?"
"Stop, please stop, or I won't be polite!"
"You...you can actually penetrate my entire body?!"
"Don't... don't attack. I was wrong."
"Ah! Why don't I surrender?"
"I surrender, stop fighting!"
Ximu's tone became weaker and weaker. When the eight-armed skeleton pierced his body with a huge five-in-one bone gun, he became frightened and began to try to surrender and beg for mercy.
But the eight-armed skeleton turned a deaf ear to the sound and continued to attack, as if it wanted to completely blast the tin wood into pieces before it would stop.
Amid the clutter, the old lich couldn't think about it anymore. He shook his head and said angrily: "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't want to think about it anymore. Maybe it's some damn calculation that I didn't expect. As a lich, I only need to know how to use magic. What’s the use of figuring this out?”
At the end of the sentence, he couldn't help but turned to look at the eight-armed skeleton, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Hey, who is that? Do you really want to beat it to death?"
The eight-armed skeleton turned his head and glanced at the old man Lich. The golden flames in his eyes fluctuated like water ripples. Then he turned back, waved his hand, and the five bone guns shot at Ximu mercilessly again.
With a few "puff puffs", the bone spear pierced the tin wood's already riddled trunk, causing the dying tin wood to scream in pain again.
"ah!"
The old man Lich looked at it, touched his nose and suddenly stopped talking. Although he didn't figure out why the eight-armed skeleton, which was "weaker" than him, could beat the stronger tin wood. But he is clearly aware that his status in the Garden of Eden may have dropped by one, so he might as well say less.
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the other side.
Garden of Eden, in an independent study room.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
The piercing sirens came in and continued to echo.
"Woof woof woof!"
The big golden retriever dog huddled in the corner and kept barking at the door.
"Shashasha..."
Pandora sat behind the table, holding a quill pen and writing rapidly on the papyrus. She kept calculating with her big round eyes open.
I don't know if it's because the brain needs to dissipate heat because of its high-speed operation, but the bangs on the head have been pushed aside, revealing a curved forehead, with drops of crystal sweat hanging on it, slowly sliding down.
"Snapped!"
Suddenly, Pandora stopped her calculations with the quill, quickly wrote a series of numbers on the papyrus paper, patted the table, raised her head and said excitedly: "I figured it out, I figured it out!"
The mathematical model of "Improved Collective Spell Puppet" was successfully calculated.
Taking a breath and shaking her head, Pandora put down the quill pen in her hand and began to sort out the scattered papers on the table. Then she frowned slightly and heard something coming from outside. A harsh "squeaking" sound.
Pandora stopped, looked out the door suddenly, and said in surprise: "Is there an alarm? When did it sound?"
No one answered.
Pandora pursed her lips, turned to look at the corner angrily, and scolded the golden retriever dog huddled there: "Don't tell me it's been ringing for a long time, why didn't you remind me!"
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
The big golden retriever barked out in grievance, with tears in his eyes, as if to say: Didn't I remind you enough? You have to speak with your conscience, woof!
"Forget it, I won't tell you anymore." Pandora responded after hearing the barking of the big golden retriever dog, "Let's go out and have a look. I hope it's not too late."
After saying that, Pandora easily jumped over the huge desk, banged open the door, and ran outside.
The scene outside was immediately displayed in her eyes.
I saw the old man Lich slumped on the ground in a very awkward posture. He didn't seem to be seriously injured, but he was a little out of strength - as if a negative number was obviously less than zero, but he was still unconvinced and forced to drive. Square, if there is no accident, it becomes imaginary—it becomes an imaginary number.
Next to the old man Lich, there is a somewhat familiar eight-armed skeleton standing. He looks a bit like the one who didn't listen to the old man Lich before. He is controlling five bone guns to attack Ximu.
Ximu seemed to have no resistance in a large pit. He was being slaughtered by the eight-armed skeleton and kept screaming, but it was certain that he was not dead.
Seeing this, Pandora quickly guessed everything that had happened before.
As expected, it was Ximu who was causing trouble and was discovered by the old man Lich, who wanted to stop him. But the old man Lich was a bit weak, so he was beaten by Ximu instead of being beaten. At this time, the eight-armed skeleton arrived, rescued the old lich, and took revenge on Ximu.
"call-"
Pandora took a breath and couldn't help but said: "Great!"
Maybe the sound was a bit loud, and everyone present noticed it. The old man Lich immediately looked over, with a surprised expression on his face at first, and then turned into grief and anger, and complained loudly: "Hey, little girl, where were you just now? Why? Just come now! Do you know, I was almost beaten to death!"
The flames in the eyes of the eight-armed skeleton flashed, and he looked at Pandora, and the attack stopped.
Ximu seized the opportunity and shouted with all his strength: "Hey, I surrender, I surrender! Stop hitting me, I surrender! That little girl, did you hear that? I surrender, stop attacking!"
Pandora looked at Ximu and did not answer, but opened and closed her lips slightly and talked to herself. As he got closer, he could vaguely hear: "Great, the tree that caused the trouble hasn't been killed yet. If it hasn't been killed, there is still a chance to take action. So... it's not too late."