The woman was confused throughout the whole process because what happened was beyond her understanding.

The forbidden soul ring prevents her from using magic power, and her physical disability makes her a useless person. These are all within the scope of her understanding, but why can level one dispelling magic dispel her magic power? Why can she burst her shield with bare hands?

Why is this person pinching his own mouth and ears? Is he a psychopath who gets happy when he sees other people's wounds? Why is it getting noisier and louder? Why am I a little dizzy? Why does the recliner seem to be crooked?

A series of questions, coupled with the feeling of powerlessness at being manipulated, made the woman more and more troubled, and finally made her explode: "Let me go!"

As soon as the sound came out, the woman felt like she was struck by lightning.

"I...I...ho..." I...I can actually make a sound? The woman subconsciously moved her mouth, and immediately felt that there was something non-existent in her mouth.

She couldn't help but stretched out hard, looked down, and saw a small pink tongue.

This is my tongue? This is my tongue? Why is it so tender?

Of course the ones that have just grown out are tender.

The woman clumsily tried to lick her gums. She had lost her tongue for a while and had forgotten how to use it.

The teeth clearly slid across her tongue, telling her clearly that her tongue had grown.

"I...I..." The woman trembled with excitement and turned to look at Ange.

Ange, who had already let go of her, tilted his head with a puzzled look on his face, not knowing what the woman was talking about.

However, the woman was already shocked by another thing, because she discovered that she could hear her own voice. This was such a strange experience that she didn't react until now.

She lost her hearing due to an accident when she was young, and has not heard sounds for many years. After becoming a magician, due to the assistance of various magics, her lack of hearing did not affect her life, so she gradually got used to it.

.

When she heard the sound now, she was not used to it. The whole world became three-dimensional and had a stronger sense of space, so she felt a little dizzy and wondered if the recliner was crooked.

Are her ears healed? Isn't this a hallucination? How is it possible? She has seen countless therapists, and everyone told her that unless a miracle happened, it would be impossible for her eardrums and tongue to recover.

"I...I...I..." The woman stuttered for a long time, unable to come up with a reason.

Nigris felt uncomfortable hearing this, and followed her words and asked: "What is your name?"

"Gray...Boulder, my name is Gray...Grey." The woman's words seemed to have found a grasping point and poured out immediately, but it was a little unsmooth.

"Oh, Gray, why are you here? Why are you so seriously injured? Are you an evil person?" Nigris asked.

Gray listened intently to every sound of Negris and finally understood it. Even though she could write every word, she had lost her hearing for too long and could not remember the pronunciation of every word. She needed to listen carefully.

After hearing it clearly, Gray had a puzzled look on his face: "You don't know me? Haven't you heard of my name? Gray Boulder, haven't you heard of it?"

Nigris said inexplicably: "Why should I hear your name? Are you famous?"

"Grey Boulder, the truth denier Gray Boulder, haven't you ever heard of her?" Gray asked again.

Luther exclaimed: "Wow!"

Everyone turned to look at him.

Luther said quickly: "This nickname is very cool. Is there a truth denier, follow my dragon-patterned steel core... ouch"

Before he could finish his words, the big cat jumped over and patted him on the head.

Gray Bould was certain that these people did not know her, so they were not specifically here to save her.

"So, you just happened to meet Aura Roxter and saved me?" Gray asked with a weird look on his face, feeling extremely ridiculous in his heart.

Nigris shook his head: "It happened to be a coincidence. That guy met our companion and wanted to steal its heart, so he was killed by us. As for saving you? We are not sure yet. Are you a good guy or a bad guy? We are the good guys.

Just save him easily, otherwise I'll kill him."

Gray's eyes were confused, as if he heard some incredible words: "Good guy? Bad guy? Such a childish distinction?"

"Is it childish?" Nigris scratched his head: "Then let me put it another way, good, lawful, neutral, good and lawful, neutral and lawful, we save those from the good and neutral camp, and we kill those from the chaotic evil camp.

, isn’t this childish?”

It's not naive... because Gray is already confused. Is there such a complicated division method? She has never heard of it.

"I...I..." She didn't know how to answer so as not to appear so ignorant: "I just want to ask, what should I do if it's not good or bad?"

"It's neither good nor bad? Is that neutrality? Killing people indiscriminately? Destroying roads? Burning fields? Do you follow the rules?" Nigris asked next.

Gray shook his head, shook his head, shook his head, shook his head.

"That means not killing people indiscriminately, not destroying roads, and not burning fields, but they also don't abide by the rules and are chaotic neutral. This is difficult for us to handle." Negris said awkwardly.

Gray's head was about to explode. She didn't expect that a good guy or a bad guy could make so many distinctions. She actually just wanted to ridicule how childish it was to use good guys and bad guys to distinguish people. She didn't want to have an academic discussion!

Nigris misunderstood her meaning and said: "Isn't it possible to divide it this way? Then it must be divided according to life forms. If divided according to life forms, it can be divided into life races, undead creatures, and elemental creatures. Among them, undead creatures

The undead in it can be subdivided into..."

Gray exploded, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and he roared ferociously: "I am not here for academic discussion. Even if I am chaotic and evil, you can't kill me! I am a truth denier..."

While roaring, Gray's magic power exploded, exploding a shield, and countless elements gathered towards her.

The same scene happened. Ange thrust with one hand, bursting her shield with his piercing hand, grabbed her neck with one hand, and then dispersed, dispersed, dispersed.

A steady stream of first-level dispersions shook Gray's magic power away.

Negris frowned and said: "Her magic power is so strong. The instantaneous intensity is estimated to have reached the level of truth, not much worse than Diluni. She will lose control inexplicably. Is she sick? Mental illness?"

Ange nodded: "Two consciousnesses."

"Two consciousnesses?!" Nigris was shocked: "There are two consciousnesses in her body? Dual personality?"

Ange nodded.

Gray's face turned pale at first because she realized that the strength she was so proud of was nothing in front of Ange.

He penetrated her shield with his bare hands. Even though it was a hastily released shield, it was not something that ordinary people could easily destroy. However, Ange managed to destroy it easily. His hands seemed to have some special destructive power.

It would be fine if he just simply blew out her shield. Even the Sword Master could do it at this distance. What made Gray despair was Ange's terrifying casting speed. He could cast at least twenty first-level dispellers instantly every second.

At this terrifying speed, she couldn't even gather her magic power.

However, when she heard Nigris' words later, her whole heart twitched. She really felt that there seemed to be a self inside her, which often made her do something out of control.

But she had never told anyone this kind of thing, and this man actually saw it, and the brass dragon actually said a term that she had never heard of before - dual personality?

When I think about it carefully, it seems right. The other self in my body is very violent and completely different from my own personality. But when the other self has the upper hand, I can burst out with stronger strength.

"Is this a disease? Is there any cure?" Gray asked eagerly.

"Cure? It should be possible. Go back to Anthony and ask. Now put it on." Nigris picked up the soul ring that was broken by Ange from the ground, took out the Midas touch, and quickly pinched the broken area.

Recovered in perfect condition.

Gray couldn't help but open her mouth. She is a truth denier, a very powerful magician, and has her own nickname. She can be regarded as the kind of person who is well-informed and knowledgeable. But what she encountered tonight was unstoppable.

It was beyond her scope of cognition.

Can broken things be restored with the click of a stick? Has the alchemist's technology advanced to this point?

Nigris put the soul ring back on her neck. She had already broken out twice. For someone like this who is easily out of control, it is better to lock her up first and cure her.

Then Ange picked her up, held the broken part of her arm, and cut off the stubble with his hand.

Gray's eyes widened: "Why did you kill me?"

As soon as she said the words, she couldn't help but be shocked. Why could she ask such a question? Shouldn't it be the first time she screamed? She was usually very afraid of pain.

But...it didn't hurt. Although it should be painful to see the flesh and bones exposed where Ange cut off, she couldn't feel the pain, as if the arm was not her own.

Ange dropped some essence and then used the holy light to press it down.

The scene that shocked Gray even more was that the granulations grew wildly in the fresh flesh and blood section of the section, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not long after, a white and tender arm appeared in front of her eyes.

Gray moved his hand in disbelief, watching her flex and stretch before his eyes, and then suddenly stretched it into his mouth and took a fierce bite.

Although the pain made her burst into tears, she laughed happily: "The hand... the hand is a real hand, not an illusion, not a phantom limb, it is a real hand. You gave me a real hand."

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"Phantom limb? What is a phantom limb?" Nigris asked curiously.

Gray responded excitedly: "When I first lost my hands and feet, I often felt pain in my fingers and toes, but they had obviously been cut off. It seemed that the limbs in my imagination were hurting. I wanted to apply medicine to them.

Neither can be done.”

"Is there such a thing? Okay, I remember, phantom limb." Nigris murmured suddenly.

While they were talking, Ange had healed his second arm, and then his legs.

Gray stared blankly as her arms and legs gradually grew back. Her mind went blank. She didn't know what to think. She thought she would be a useless person for the rest of her life, unable to hear or speak. She had no one to take care of her and even had to poop on her body.

But now, in less than half an hour, everything came back. When she stepped tremblingly on the carpet with her newly grown feet, hot tears could not help but pour out of her eyes.

"You...are you a god?" Gray looked at Ange and asked in a trembling voice.

Ange nodded.

"What...what god?" Gray asked.

Ange stretched out his fingers and picked out the words immortality, planting, beauty, scales, knowledge...it was so long...

Ange's actions misunderstood her, and Gray said seriously: "Whether you are a god or not, you have saved me and given me a new life. You are my god of hope."
To be continued...