I wore it after killing the God of Light

Li Mingguang didn't feel guilty at all for taking advantage of Hope.

He leisurely poured the mithril powder into the water of life step by step, stirred it evenly, and left it for a while, waiting for possible reactions.

If it doesn't explode, it will work.

Taking advantage of this gap, he found a griffin feather that was more suitable for use as a quill, turned his head and laughed at the unknown liquid that was shining with silver light.

It can be successful under such circumstances, except for some illusory blessing of luck, Li Mingguang couldn't help but praise himself in his heart.

Not one of his best mages.

Mithril is insoluble in water, and Chimera's gallstones are also insoluble in water. They only react with magic power, keeping the magic power in the water of life in an active state without being quickly consumed.

One of its characteristics is becoming fluid and malleable, like ink.

It's a bit like the subject he remembers called chemistry, but chemistry won't summon weird things during the experiment, and it won't cause casualties according to the operation items... Probably?

Li Mingguang spread out a piece of Yuan goat's sheepskin, dipped it in the prepared water of life and began to draw.

He drew a few strokes and stopped a few strokes, even when he was a beginner, he was never so cautious.

Fortunately, contrary to intuition, there will be basically no problems. Although there was a small accident, the explosion that I had been worried about did not happen anyway.

The first one was too slow, and the magic lines were not smooth and coherent, so Li Mingguang didn't know what would happen when he used it.

He started to draw the second picture, and the action was faster this time, but the water of life was far from easy to dry like ink, and all his efforts were ruined by the small drop of water that accidentally dripped.

Li Mingguang began to reflect on whether he was so complacent that he was not calm enough when drawing the scroll.

...That's right, he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

Li Mingguang does not have obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he can't bear to fail on small problems.He took a deep breath, suppressed all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and forced himself to focus on the magic pattern.

The drawing of the third teleportation scroll, which is quite primitive, was unexpectedly smooth, and it can be described as a coherent process.

After finishing the drawing, he saw that there was still some liquid left in the small glass vessel, so he added two more strokes to make the spatial fluctuations during teleportation more obvious.

After doing this, Li Mingguang breathed a sigh of relief.

He threw down the feather, rubbed his wrist, and began to think about how to activate the scroll.

Crushing definitely won't work. After all, it's not a scroll, it's just a simple substitute, and he can't crush the goatskin.

As for directly inputting magic power to activate it... If he could use spells, he wouldn't have bothered so much, he would have blown up this broken place long ago.

Is it possible to replace the magic power with a material of a more violent nature, so as to cause a reaction?

He began to think about it.

How about he find a way to bleed Mote?Divine blood should be the most intense thing, if it drips on it, all the magic lines will react instantly.

Then he can teleport.

As for whether it will explode... The others have already teleported away, so I don't care about that much.

Wouldn't it be better fried?

After arranging all the back roads, Li Mingguang began to pile up materials.

Mote locked him up, and it was unreasonable for him not to make up for himself.

He couldn't take all the things away, so he had to choose some things that might be used in the near future and help restore strength.Of course, the eau-de-vie must be bottled as much as it can be filled, and it is not for nothing.

When Mo Te came back, what he saw was Li Mingguang who was packing his bags and preparing to run away.

His complexion was not very good, his right hand was hanging limply, the golden blood of the gods dripped down, and the furs that had been laid were also burning.

Li Mingguang stopped his movements and unconsciously aimed his eyes at his injured hand.

This injury should not be left by his institutions.If Mote really broke into his tomb, it didn't make sense to take this little time to get out.

He has full confidence in his strength in his heyday.

As for the outside...the space storm and all kinds of magical turbulence in that place are mostly there, and it doesn't make sense for Mete to suffer such injuries.

After much deliberation, Li Mingguang could only come to one conclusion.

"Huh? You won't meet that guy, Grim Reaper, will you?"

Mote was speechless, and after a while, she nodded slowly, "We just met by chance." His voice sounded a little sandy, much lower than usual.

"That guy is really difficult." Even though he said that, Li Mingguang didn't mean to worry much about him, "The action is faster than expected, and it seems that he really hates me."

He thought he had done nothing wrong other than robbing the Dark Temple in his original plane, and he didn't understand how the leader of the dark camp was targeting him.

There are rules and restrictions on Hei Shen Shen, who sleeps all year round, and acts as the force value, and the god of death is the actual leader.

Isn't it just some warlocks and frost dragons? The dark camp has undead and all kinds of creatures, and there is no shortage of manpower. Why stare at him because of such trivial matters.

Judging from the persistence of the god of death, Li Mingguang concluded that he was also a member of the idle sick group.

hatred?Mete never thought so.

It's just that He is not a god who is kind enough to speak to his opponent, so he just laughed off this evaluation.

"You like this thing very much." When He came back, he saw Li Mingguang tossing the materials, "You like it, and I like it too."

"Isn't this boring, I can only sort and count them." Li Mingguang smiled, "I don't mind if there are more."

"Is the injury important? I'll bandage it up for you."

With that said, he was about to get up.

Mote instinctively felt that the mage's enthusiasm was a bit wrong, and he knew that Li Mingguang didn't have such a big heart.

In the case of being imprisoned by himself, it is more likely that he clapped his hands and said that he would open the mic to ridicule.

But there was another faint voice in his heart that refuted him.

——What if?He's a soft hearted person by nature.Why not take this opportunity to win his sympathy and favor.

He didn't move, but let Li Mingguang approach, and said, "Be careful not to hurt yourself."

The smile on Li Mingguang's face grew stronger, "Don't worry, I have a measure of this, I'll just see how the injury is."

The simple scroll is in his sleeve, and he just needs to rub the blood.

"As long as the godhead is not destroyed, I will not fall." Mote couldn't help but said awkwardly, "You don't have to worry about me too much, just cultivate for a while."

"Huh? Is this something special about you?" Li Mingguang pricked up his ears. "Generally speaking, a certain god is not only a subsidiary of the godhead. As long as there is a godhead, anyone can be a god?"

Mote didn't explain, but only briefly mentioned the topic: "It's our special feature."

"……you?"

Li Mingguang was still pondering the meaning of this word when he heard Mo Te say something lightly.

"I want to give you the godhead, not the godhead of poetry, but the godhead of life, my original godhead."

"Will you share everything with me?"

Li Mingguang's hand that was lifting His sleeve trembled, and his blood was almost stained on his hand.

He didn't look at Mote's expression at the moment, but just said to himself: "I advise you to be cautious, I am not in the same way with you at all, it is useless even if you assign the godhead to me."

Li Mingguang firmly believes in the brilliance of human beings. In those years, he had many chances to become a god, but he gave up all of them.

Only a limited life can compose an infinite story.

This is probably the most important thing his "Prometheus" teacher taught him.

As long as he can remember, he will not violate this creed.

——Although what Mote said shocked him a lot.

The sharing of godhead... At least in his cognition, it is something that can only be done by very close existences, such as brothers and sisters of beast gods, such as element couples.

Mote can say that, he is really...

Even if it was only for a moment, Li Mingguang had to admit that he was moved by this sentence.

Then came the thought of "Mote's brain is finally completely broken".

"If you were cut off by the scythe of the God of Death, I suggest you go back to the battlefield to see if there is still a place that is not installed."

After saying this, he had time to see Mo Te's injury.Anyway, based on his combat experience, it's okay.

"The injury is not serious. That guy didn't kill him. Maybe something like a curse was automatically purified."

The scroll in Li Mingguang's sleeve was about to be exposed. He pretended to be careless and held Mo Te's injured arm, "But it's better to cultivate..."

The elf's eager eyes fell on him, and Li Mingguang paused, "Of course, it doesn't have much to do with me, after all..."

"……after all?"

"You are really good at being able to block the space in such a short period of time." Li Mingguang began to tell a story, "The restrictions on me are also very comprehensive."

He knew that the villain died because of talking too much, but he had to finish the trick to make Mete really believe that he ran away across the plane.

"But you are too conceited. If I can be bound by common sense, I won't be me." He raised his eyebrows at Mete, quickly wiped his blood with the scroll, and showed a provocative smile .

"—So many planes, can you catch me next time?"

"With so many planes, will I give you a chance to find me?"

The moment he opened his mouth, Mote subconsciously blocked the space.

But he was still a step behind.

Almost as soon as Li Mingguang's figure disappeared, something left behind couldn't wait to explode.

It was not very powerful and didn't hurt Mete at all, but the prison he arranged was completely destroyed by the aftermath, including those materials that someone said they liked.

The elf stood in the ruins, and it took a long time before he really recovered.

Li Mingguang fled, cheating on his feelings.

But for some reason, he didn't have many surprises, and he didn't hate the other party because of it, but wanted him even more.

It's just that next time, things won't be so simple.

Of course Li Mingguang didn't know Mo Te's reaction, he only knew about his own pills.

The elves' territory is relatively close to the sea, and the scrolls are randomly teleported at the farthest distance.

The saviors are all accident constitutions.

As for Li Mingguang, since he maxed out his legal skills, he has never touched other options.

—He can't swim.

The author has something to say: I finally got to the point where I ran away.

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