"Can you communicate with me?"
"Help me out. Call upon your energy!"
"I need you, Sacred Armor."
Mo Qiong kept trying to communicate, but the Sacred Armor gave no response.
"Awaken! Bloom! Follow your path and lend me your strength!" Mo Qiong roared.
Sacred Armor: "..."
"Burn! My Sacred Armor!" Mo Qiong tried another approach.
Sacred Armor: "..."
Mo Qiong tried again and again, using every method he could think of, but he could never figure it out.
"Damn it! Adams, can only you use this thing?" Mo Qiong asked.
Adams said seriously, "If I give you permission, you can borrow it. I'm certain of that. The key is the method!"
Mo Qiong frowned. "Do you have any more? Make a few more!"
"Uh... The method for creating constructs hasn't been invented yet..." Adams said helplessly.
A flash of inspiration struck Mo Qiong. He removed his helmet and tossed it to Bifú.
Bifú caught it but couldn't put it on. Adams still had to give permission before the ornate helmet sank into Bifú's body, then emerged from his head.
"Bifú, this is the path of the Apostle: creating, commanding, and fusing with constructs. Whether it's Sacred Armor or a Magic Puppet, you can even create your own Apostles." Mo Qiong shouted, "Don't ask me how to use it. Figure it out yourself!"
Bifú looked utterly bewildered.
At the same time, Mo Qiong kept trying to draw out the Sacred Armor's power according to his own ideas.
Normally, when a new god was born, Adams's system needed countless people to evolve and explore it generation after generation before it could slowly flourish and grow stronger.
They would spend some time researching a method to create basic constructs, make one for everyone present, and then get countless people to experiment together. Only