Your body is like a broken ship, with plywood and the bottom of the fence, and you are still scarred by barnacles......"

A cold voice sounded in the heart of the stubborn rock.

Although he was born in the Crunan plane, he had never seen the sea at all, and it was impossible for him to know anything about ships.

However, he understood that those were not good words, and inexplicably felt that he should not be so.

"You suffer from the curse of flesh and blood, and it is a coincidence that my people have never liked the state of flesh and blood. ”

Stubborn Rock held up the "lamppost" he had picked up from the ruins—a lamp-burning staff made of gold that inhabited the Sword Soul Demon.

He didn't notice that the niche at the head of the lamp-burning staff in his hand had been ignited, and a strange brilliance flowed from the handle of the golden staff.

"What should I do...... You're willing to help me?"

Without any hints, just like instinct, Stubborn Rock seemed to naturally take the words of the Sword Soul Demon for granted.

"Help each other, exchange for equal value. ”

As he finished saying this, a crimson electric current burst out from the golden lamp stick, like a small snake winding forward.

Without incident, the electricity sank smoothly into the flesh and blood of the stubborn stone, and began to burrow into his limbs.

The muscles that were extremely strong were quickly replaced by more knotted rocky muscles, and the feeling of powerlessness in the stubborn rock was swept away.

At the very least—he stamped his foot, crushed the stone chips beneath his feet—and he could claim to be a Krunan.

"You don't have to speak, you can communicate with your heart," the words of the Sword Soul Demon resounded in the heart of the stubborn rock again.

The reborn stubborn rock nodded, he really hadn't regained his habit of losing flesh, so he spoke very slowly.

However, this does not affect their mental communication.

"Who are you," he asked, asking the question he desperately needed to know, "for what purpose is it to lift my flesh curse?"

A slightly frivolous voice sounded in the heart of the stubborn rock, "Sure enough, if you get a gift easily, people are easy to become presumptuous. ”

"Since when did straight speech become 'presumptuous'?" retorted when cross-examined.

"That's because you're too young. ”

This sentence seemed to stab the stubborn rock, as a Crunan stone man, few mortal creatures can compare to it in terms of lifespan.

"But now is really not the time for red tape, and you can call me Regis, my friend of the stone people. ”

"What I want you to do is simple, bring me to the heart of this mobile city, I want ......"

“...... Whatever you want to do," Stubborn Rock flatly refused, halfway through hearing this: "That's impossible, you haven't faced the owner of this city at all, and you don't know how powerful he is." I'm going to get caught and ......."

It was Regis, the Sword Soul Demon, who interrupted, and the way he used it was more brutal than that of the Stubborn Rock also made him feel terrified.

"Bang" ......

As if out of control, the Crunan Stone Man lifted the golden cane and slammed it on his chest.

Those stone muscles, which looked extremely hard, looked like random clay blocks in front of this weapon.

In an instant, a large area of cracked texture appeared on the body of the stubborn rock, as if it would be completely shattered after just one more blow.

"Equivalent exchange," Sword Soul Demon Regis said, "If you accept the gift, you will be responsible, otherwise I will take it back in person." ”

Since the rifts spread all over his body, Stubborn Rock couldn't even form the handprints of the "Mixed Elemental Body" to heal himself, and he was worried that if he moved a little, his body would collapse.

Moreover, the sound of the impact just now alarmed the laborers who were working the construction site, and they all turned their eyes to this place.

The men in the penal labor camp are mostly villains from all corners of the multiverse, and many of them are quite discerning.

They had seen the odds of the rock, and guessed that the overseer was probably in some kind of trouble, so they all took the opportunity to put down their work and wanted to rest for a while.

To make matters worse, the gnoll who had just been hit hard, instead of putting down the pickaxe in his hand, he clutched it tightly in his hand and walked towards the stubborn rock with a venignant look.

"It seems that it is a unique irony that a weak gnolll can destroy this gift without me. ”

"That's not good for you, you need me. ”

"You agree?"

"I can only say yes...... I'll take you as long as I can, if you can understand that I'm telling the truth......"

Instead of lying, Stubborn Rock tried to give a feasible guarantee, after all, the other party could communicate with him in his heart, and if he didn't keep it, he would be able to read the true reaction in his heart.

Perhaps out of the appreciation of "sincerity", the sword soul demon Regis responded cheerfully, and the golden lamp staff involuntarily touched the body of the Crunan stone man again, but this time the role was not "punishment" but "repair":

Lamp oil, like fiery glue, flowed out of the niche at the head of the lamp cane and poured into the cracks in the broken body of the stubborn rock.

The flames melted the rock, giving it greater plasticity, and soon closed all the gaps, filling it one by one.

Not only that, but the lava doesn't seem to cool, and the body of the Crunan Stone Man seems to be branded with a fiery tattoo.

At this moment, he was like a half-lava giant reborn from the ashes, staring at the gnolls who raised their pickaxes in front of him.

The hunched humanoids were taken aback.

He opened his mouth wide, and a long list of curses had soared to the tip of his tongue, almost immediately, but the next second, his mouth closed again, swallowing them back.

"I'm here to see if you need any services......"

The words were sincere, but it was a pity that Stubborn Rock couldn't understand the gnoll's language, and the voice similar to the howl of a coyote made him particularly unhappy.

As if to cater to the user, the golden lamp-burning staff became lighter than a stick, and the gnoll struck him in the head.

However, when it came into contact with the stump of the filthy creature, the weapon became more than 10,000 pounds heavier, shattering its skull and body.

Flames floated out of the lamp staff, igniting the ragdoll-like remains of the jackals, because of the "meaty", so the sword soul demon Regis also felt a little satisfied, "In the next life, remember that when you reach the bottomless abyss, you must at least learn to speak in the abyssal language." ”

"What are you talking about?" Stubborn Rock wondered.

"It doesn't matter, think about the person here who witnessed your change of form, what do you want to do with it," Regis changed the subject.

"It's easy," replied the Crunan Stoneman, weighing the staff of the lamp in his hand, "Anyway, it's a new batch of new people, those in the penal labor camp, who are used to my report. ”