Chapter 519: Chapter 299: Ranked Fifth Knight Group_1
Undead beings have a soul, but actually, it consists of two parts; the spirit, which is consciousness, and the soul, which is the vessel. What Ange is saying is that there is a consciousness in this straw owl.
This isn’t a rare occurrence; some Soul Devices also have consciousness, such as the Earth Hammer, the Bronze Book...
The spirit in the straw owl is essentially the same as Negris. However, the moment Ange touched it, he immediately sensed a difference. This consciousness was murmuring:
“My child, take care.”
“The Magic Rice is almost successful, I am not satisfied.”
“I am the strongest Druid.”
“Dragon feces really stinks...”
Not one of these was new to Ange. He had heard all of this from the dying thoughts of Spring Breeze Skeleton previously.
Ange tilted his head, pointing at the little one and said: “This consciousness, it was created by him.”
Only a manufactured consciousness would be so rigid and monotonous, but this was already miraculous. The little one had created consciousness.
For now, it was uncertain as to what level this consciousness held, whether it had wisdom or not. However, for a child who has not studied anything to create a consciousness from the dying thoughts of a corpse, it was definitely not a trivial matter.
Negris was stupefied. Whether it was the straw crafted from mud or the fabricated consciousness, neither was within the normal power system. Only Divine Arts could yield such miraculous effects.
But could a child of a few years old define Divine Arts? Was this a joke?
“Little Bu, wait a minute, why do you call him Little Bu?” Thinking of a question, Negris turned to ask Katie.
“Did you name him?” Katie asked.
Once done with the watering, Little Angel ‘Aoao’-ed at him.
“Aoao?”
“Aoao!”
“Aoao~”
“Bang!”
“Wahwah...”
“Bang!”
After a round of friendly and enthusiastic communication, Little Bu, with two black circles under his eyes, grudgingly started to shape the mud. Despite claiming he couldn’t make another one, a new mud owl slowly took form in his hands.
Negris did not know what to say. These beings that could only ‘Aoao’, their communication methods were more rough and direct.
Katie was heartbroken, but she did not dare to say anything. She could only nervously twisted the ends of her clothes.
After the mud was shaped into an owl, Little Bu painstakingly carved out the details. The eyes and feathers appeared vivid. Once all the details were complete, Little Bu reached out to pick it up.
The mud owl couldn’t be picked up, of course. But when Little Bu tried hard to pick it up, the mud owl broke down into a lump of straw.
“Sss, it really changed from mud to straw. How is this possible? Could it be some Illusion Technique? Doesn’t this mean a change in elements?” Negris gasped, whispering incredulously to himself.
This kind of change from one substance to another already surpassed his understanding. He could not fathom how it was possible. Was it Divine Arts?
Only Divine Arts could bring about such irrational transformations. Or perhaps, it adhered to another set of rules, the rules of the gods.
With this thought, Negris hurriedly flew past Ange and asked, “Is he your follower? Could you stop squatting? You’re a grown-up, a god at that with everyone watching. Don’t act like a child.”