Shen Yanxiao did not understand why the sacred tool, which was regarded as a divine weapon in the human world, was so unpopular with the dwarves.
Dwarven alchemy was so outstanding that it was not at all difficult for them to build superior sacred tools. The dwarves were the only race among all races that could achieve full ownership of sacred tools. Obviously, they had such great ability, but they did not use it. It was really a waste.
"Holy box? Is that okay?" Mengmeng Qi hesitated. The status of the holy box in the minds of dwarves had been very low for a long time, and it was really difficult for them to reverse this idea.
"Of course." In order to convince Mengmeng Qi, Shen Yanxiao suddenly transformed her sacred tool into armor.
"I am now in the form of a dwarf, and my physical strength is the same as that of a dwarf. Your Majesty, you can attack me at will. I believe you will be amazed by the armor transformation effect of my sacred tool."
