Chapter 1987: Spar

One knife after another, one knife after another, just like that, I don’t know how long it lasted, the arm has already been stiff, the sore muscles have lost consciousness, the sweat has soaked the torn leather pants, and it will fall on the head of the golden giant. The dust on the shoulders mixed into a large wet dust.
The raised ribs on the golden giant's head that can act as handles also began to become slippery. After several failed grabs, I realized that the plan of riding on the golden giant's shoulder and chopping the neck would be forced to stop.
This is also nothing to do. After all, sweat and silt have greatly reduced friction. In other words, the shoulders and backs of the golden giants can no longer be used.
I sighed regretfully. I kicked my feet and exerted force on my wrists. As I pulled out the demon sword, my body jumped into the air. After several tumblings, I landed steadily and immediately entered the state of preparation.
However, the golden giant didn't pay attention to me, it still roared again and again, and kept throwing its arms back, trying to catch the back of its neck.
I don't understand the meaning of its move. From just now, it keeps raising its arms and hitting the column with its head, not trying to get rid of me, but trying to grab the back of its neck with its arms.
Fucked, I looked at it for a while, but I never saw any famous people.
When I was in doubt, an adventurous thought came up in my mind: otherwise I would show up in front of it to see if it would attack me?
If it attacks me, it means that the current behavior is still related to me. If it does not attack me, but still repeats the current behavior, it means that from the beginning, I was just being affectionate, and it did not treat me at all. What happened, I just wanted to touch my neck with my arm.
Making up my mind, I rushed over quickly.
During the run, Odachi suggested to me: "I advise you to give up this idea, in case it slaps it coldly, and you just don’t avoid it, then your end will only be the same as these floor tiles. Flat and flat, the kind that can't be put away without a shovel."
"...Can't you just say something nice?" My high spirits instantly became disappointed: "Give you a chance to say it again, say something nice, positive, and positive. "
"...Okay" Datadao said: "Your plan is simply brilliant. If nothing else, you will get rid of the shackles of your physical body in the shortest possible time, soar to the world of bliss, and drink with the of creation. , Have fun with the angels..."
"Stop it!" I didn't interrupt it eagerly: "I understand, I want to hear good things from you, unless the planet explodes!"
"Hey, brat, you can't say that. In case I compliment you on a whim some day, and then your words happen to come true, this planet explodes with a bang, how do you plan to take this responsibility?" Tadao asked.
"Hey, does the planet explode have something to do with me?"
While muttering, I rushed to the golden giant, greeted him first, and then danced.
What I did was the eighth set of broadcast gymnastics, a magical gymnastics I learned when I was in school.
However, after completing a whole set of broadcast gymnastics, the golden giant didn't even look at me. This hurt me a lot and was also very lucky.
Its abnormal behavior seems to have nothing to do with me.
Fortunately, it didn't shoot me like a steel giant, otherwise I would have to be shoveled up.
Just as I was immersed in the dual emotions of injury and happiness, a thunderous roar suddenly remembered in my ear, which shocked me and jumped several times after subconsciously.
Looking from a distance, the golden giant finally stopped touching the back of his neck. Its pair of sturdy arms were raised high, like the moves used by Monkey King in the Dragon Ball when he used the vitality bullet. I was shocked and said, "This Shouldn't you guys also want to gather vitality?"
Just thinking about it, the roar stopped abruptly. The golden giant's raised arm suddenly fell off and hit the ground heavily. As the arms fell off, the golden giant's head also rolled down.
What I saw was dumbfounded!
Good point, why does it hang up somehow?
With my head full of question marks, I didn't care if the golden giant was cheating to death or not, so I swiftly ran to the golden giant's head and kicked it.
The heavy gold nugget was kicked far away by me, and the feedback force stung my toes, but I had no time to take care of it.
At this moment, I just want to know urgently, how did the golden giant die?
I fiddled with its arms, then jumped onto the body more than two meters high to check the back of the neck that I had pierced.
I have an intuition—the death of the golden giant is related to my stab at the back of its neck.
After cutting with Xilan's demon knife for a long time, finally, near the shoulder of the giant, I dug a broken cone.
This cone-shaped object is made of crystal and is very fragile. It starts to drop with a slight pinch.
"This is probably the thing that controls the actions of the Golden Giant," I said: "Things like carrion puppets and spars in stone shell monsters."
"It's just that the inside of the giant is taller," Odachi added.
"Since there is something in the golden giant, there must be something similar in the steel giant."
After all, I climbed onto the body of the steel giant, digging through its neck, but found nothing.
"Could it not be possible inside its body?"
"I don't think it will be inside its body" Odachi analyzed: "If the giant really depends on this crystal to survive, then the giant's head is a dispensable existence, but why after the head is shot, the steel giant's Does the body disintegrate on its own?"
I suddenly realized: "In other words, the steel giant's spar is actually inside the head!"
"This is just my one-sided guess, you can try to dig to see."
Following Odachi’s advice, I quickly found the head of the steel giant, starting from the fractured neck section, digging it up bit by bit.
It didn't take long to dig, and found a complete spar.
Holding this spar at my fingertips, I couldn't help but marvel at its exquisiteness and beauty. At the same time, I also had a new perspective on its toughness.
This complete spar is harder than the broken spar.
"The material of the spar is exactly the same." I gently peeled off a corner of the broken spar, twisted it hard, squeaked, and smashed into powder: "Its hardness should be related to its integrity."
"Would you like to test it?" Odachi asked.
"How to test?"
"Smash the whole spar to pieces and see if it will also become fragile."
"It's too wasteful to do so." I was a little bit reluctant: "I still want to bring back one for Master Dewey to study. Maybe his old man can be inspired by this and create a more sophisticated battle puppet."
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