Bab 1216: Chapter 780: Accept the Wrath of Thunder, This Stone

She hadn't fastened herself securely the first time, and the snail zoomed off, leaving Amelia and the puppet behind.

"What... what... what kind of snail is this?" Amelia asked with a trembling voice. This was nothing like the snail she remembered. Was this even a snail? Wasn't it Lightning?

"It's not Lightning, Lightning is a horse, not as fast as this one. This is the Iron Scale Cleaner. Have you heard of the Iron Scale Cleaner?" Negris asked.

"The Ancient God that's as huge as a Plane, covered in iron armor, the Iron Scale Cleaner? You're riding an Ancient God? Why?" asked Amelia incredulously.

It was too complicated to explain; should he really tell her that Ange could help the snail reproduce? She'd definitely think they were perverts. So, Negris casually said, "He owes us a debt, grab on tight."

Amelia and the puppet clutched the newly extended grab handles tightly and, with a whoosh, started speeding through the Void like a gust of wind.