Chapter 739 May I Ask What Happened Here?

Not dead? An Ge was stunned. He had used the sickle for more than a thousand years, and it had almost become a part of his body. There was no possibility of chopping it crookedly. It can only be said that the roots are too tough and not completely dead. There is also a neural reflex, similar to that of mimosa.

Putting away the sickle, An Ge stretched out his hand and pulled at the root, but it didn't break. He picked out another thin one, pulled it violently with divine power, and finally broke it.

Negris flew over with a sudden tongue: "Isn't this too tough?"

Ange observed the broken root and found that it looked familiar, so he quickly took out the whip he snatched from Klit and compared it carefully.

Sure enough, there are a lot of these roots on the whip, and they are the kind of roots that have been treated and thoroughly toughened.

Negris turned to Crete and asked, "Did you weave the whip out of these roots?"

Critter nodded.

"This thing is so tough and thin, how did you break it?" Negris asked curiously. Even Ange had to use his divine power to break it. How did this demon collect a lot of roots to weave a whip? of?

Clit was stunned for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Who would a normal person forcefully talk about? I always cut with a knife, and the talk is non-stop."

Negris rubbed his nose in embarrassment. Indeed, if he kept pulling, he would cut it off. It was all because of Ange's foolish pulling and misleading himself.

This thing is not easy to pull, one is too thin, and it is not easy to bear the force. Apart from cutting yourself, it may not be able to break it. If you pull dozens of them together, it is even more impossible to break it. Only An Only a guy like Ge with black crystal hands can tear it off without being cut.

"This is a good thing. Give Duroken a little, and he will exchange his treasure house with you." Negris sprayed the dragon's breath for a while, and after checking the roots, he couldn't help but Speaking of.

The material properties of this root are so excellent, it has not been completely dead for hundreds of thousands of years, and it still retains a certain amount of nerve reflex, and it is extremely tough. And not afraid of being roasted by the dragon's breath, it is too perverted.

"It's no wonder that it hasn't completely rotted for decades. It feels like the mold can't corrode it. It must be given to Duroken. Only he can handle this material well." Negris sighed again.

Good materials require good treatment. Even the simplest bamboo can be used to make bows and arrows, and it will not rot for decades. Bamboo that has not been treated will rot in the second year, and the same goes for leather.

However, no matter how you deal with ordinary materials, they are just bamboo skins, but these roots are different. There is a huge gap between the upper limit and the lower limit. Cave worms.

It must be handed over to the king of alchemy, so that Negris can rest assured.

How to cut it? Ange pulled it, but found no sharper weapon than the death sickle, so he had to turn out the death sickle again, and cut the roots bit by bit.

However, the roots are too tough and will not be strained. It took a long time to cut off more than a dozen roots.

"Is it so difficult to cut? How long did you cut it?" Negris was a little impatient, and asked Klit.

Critter blushed and said with a smile: "Actually, I didn't cut it, because there is nothing to support it, and it can't be cut. It's grinding. I let thousands of slaves grind here for decades, and worn out a lot of demons." The horns and teeth are enough to grind the material of the whip."

Negris said angrily: "Then you just said to cut it?"

"This... this... how embarrassing it is to talk about it..." Critter said embarrassingly.

It's like a swollen-faced stuffed egg, and he was tricked into it. In this way, there is no way to cut it quickly, and you don't know how long it will take to cut one by one.

"Ange, is there a way to hurry up, the big cat should be recovering soon, we have to go back to pick up people." Negris urged.

Hearing someone calling him, the big cat raised his head abruptly and shook his head vigorously, indicating that he hadn't recovered.

"Hehe, I still want to pretend to be dead." Negris rolled his eyes. When he picked up the fairy bean just now, he didn't see it tired.

If Negris did not urge, Ange would definitely mow slowly, and there would be enough material after cutting for more than ten days. For him, repetitive movements are instinct, just like he can repeat a thousand times in farming. same year.

However, Negris began to urge him. Ange tilted his head and thought for a while, then thrust his hand into the space in front of him.

Immediately, the arm disappeared with the elbow and the shoulder, and then it came out from another position, grabbed a bunch of roots, and pulled it out.

The entire bundle of roots was pulled through this space crack, and then the crack disappeared, and the edges were staggered to the roots.

"Space cut? Hiss—not broken? Are you kidding me?" Negris exclaimed.

This is too perverted, the space shear can't cut these roots? If a normal creature stretches its head and its body is still on the other side, it can move separately with a swish.

This is one of the three things Negris has seen that can withstand space shearing. The other two are Sombra and Mourning Bones.

But the problem is that the bones are alive... The bones are not 'alive' but 'immortal'. These roots are already dead, and they can still hold them?

No, the old tree just said that the root system has been broken long ago, and it was cut off by space.

"Didn't you say that the taproot was cut off by space?" Negris asked, turning to the God of Life.

The God of Life said slowly: "Yes, the space was cut off, I don't know how long it took to cut it off."

"Pfft——" Negris decided not to talk to the old tree in the future, and he would be pissed off.

Looking at the roots again, sure enough, the spatial rift is shrinking, cutting into the root hairs bit by bit. There may be hundreds of small hairs in the thick arm bundle. The breaking of one is almost the speed of breaking one in a second.

Ange gained experience, walked to the next plane, and once again penetrated the space with his arm, this time his arm appeared in front of a relatively complete bunch of roots, and dragged a large bunch of roots over.

If this bunch of roots can be cut off, it will be at least twenty times the size of the first bunch.

But after the space rift closed, An Ge looked back at the incision of the first beam suspiciously.

Anger usually doesn't make unnecessary movements, so Negris followed Anger's gaze and turned back to the first beam, and said in surprise: "Hey, the cutting speed has slowed down?"

If it took about one second just now, it takes about ten seconds to cut one now, which is almost ten times slower.

Negris immediately thought of the reason: "The second bundle of roots reduces the force of space contraction? So the cutting force is not enough?"

It is very possible that Ange carefully observed the second beam for a while, then dragged another beam over, and then compared it, and quickly confirmed this guess.

"That is to say, the more roots that penetrate the space, the weaker the space shrinks. If it is a little weaker, wouldn't it be cut continuously?" Negris said.

The God of Life said slowly: "Yes, this is how the Void Tree extends its roots. Otherwise, it would be too laborious to resist the shearing of space."

Negris asked inexplicably: "Then why are the roots here still being cut off?"

The God of Life said: "Time breaks this balance. After some roots corrode, the force of space shearing exceeds the strength of the roots."

Negris immediately understood, to put it bluntly, it is the balance of the two forces. When the balance of forces is broken, the space will continue to shrink, cutting off some of the roots, and the breaking of the roots will lead to an increase in the shearing force of the space. After it rises, the speed at which the roots will break will become faster and faster in the later stage, and eventually they will all be broken.

After understanding this truth, Ange tore off the two bundles at the back, leaving only the first bundle, leaving all the force of space shearing to one bundle, and the speed suddenly increased.

A few hundred seconds later, the first bundle was cut off, and Ange pulled the second bundle. After careful comparison, it was found that the cutting speed was the fastest when the thickness of the first bundle was about four times that of the first bundle. Increase.

Then there is the distance. The farther the penetration distance, the greater the shearing force. Ange retreated to the end of the space and dragged a bunch of 20 times the diameter, and he was able to maintain the fastest speed.

No matter how far away Ange is, he didn't try it anymore, it was already beyond the visual range, and the consumption of the hand that pierced the world would increase sharply, not to mention that the cut roots were almost enough, after all, he just wanted to collect "a little bit" of materials For Duroken, it's not that I want to dig out the roots.

"Okay, it's almost done, big cat, hurry up and send Ange back to pretend to be someone." Negris shouted.

"Wow~" The big cat got up reluctantly, and before it could get bigger, a soul howl resounded through the entire plane: "Li Dali, the downstream soul under the ruler of the undead, hello to the master of the abyss, hello!" , Lord of the Abyss here, may I ask what happened here?"