mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 836 True Artifact

Compared with the outside, the space here is narrow, and the puppet soldiers have nowhere to dodge, and they are sprayed with "sticky phlegm".

zizi...

In the hand of the Desert Emperor, there was a shield with soft gold as the skeleton and fused quartz glass as the surface.

It was Zhao Chuanxin who sold it.

Zhao Chuanxin carried a light knife and fought hard with the puppet soldier on the left.

Crying...

Not broken.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't feel it, but he noticed that "my" arm was shaking violently. It was obvious that the puppet soldier was really powerful.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his left hand.

The Desert Emperor flashed out almost at the same time.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and pulled the God of War M1907, suddenly...

The Desert Emperor's Chaos Armor is also made of soft gold, and he is also afraid of dragon breath.

The Desert Emperor saw the critical moment when the black puppet craftsman was about to be succeeded by Zhao Chuanxin. The energy gem inside the remote-controlled black puppet craftsman was damaged and disconnected at the same time.

Zhao Chuanxin dwarfed and cut the blind puppet soldier into two parts with his light knife.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't have time to think more and took the black puppet craftsman into his pocket.

Fused silica glass shattered.

The No. 13 ball was thrown, and the moment the puppet soldier in front tilted his head, Zhao Chuanxin swept the light knife.

Where he was just now, a red light flashed, and the body of a puppet soldier was cut open by the desert emperor's light blade rune, but it was not damaged.

Zhao Chuanxin took another big mouthful of sticky phlegm and immediately appeared.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and flashed a mouthful of sticky phlegm.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the white puppet craftsman on the other side. At this time, it had been dissolved into shape by a few large mouthfuls of sticky phlegm from Zhao Chuanxin. It was obviously useless, even if the third-level and ninth-level craftsmen came. There is no way to save it.

The black puppet craftsman's body joints seemed to have lost strength, and his body fell limply on the workbench.

Zhao Chuanxin's face already showed joy. Just as he was about to put the black puppet craftsman into the space, he heard a slight "bang".

laugh……

Zhao Chuanxin cannot feel pain, only "I" can.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little confused.

He was mentally prepared to lose his life. At this time, his heart was extremely peaceful and calm, and the feeling of the bloody battle in Qiulin store came over him.

When Zhao Chuanxin smashed the True Vision Crystal and collected the fragments before, he knew that he had space equipment. Now that Zhao Chuanxin was about to snatch the black puppet craftsman, he had no time to stop it.

The desert emperor was furious: "Seeking death!"

At this moment, he didn't intend to hide his trump card. First, a thick mist evaporated, and then it flashed, and he was in front of the black puppet craftsman in an instant.

The Desert Emperor rushed out of the mist and saw Zhao Chuanxin approaching the black puppet craftsman. He never expected that Zhao Chuanxin would also have the old sacred altar to appear.

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

The Desert Emperor quickly raised his shield.

The puppet soldier's head rolled off.

Zhao Chuanxin took another mouthful of sticky phlegm.

But "I" have died too many times, and this kind of pain has long been accustomed to him.

Zhao Chuanxin was hit by a light blade in the thick fog. His fire-concentrating armor was cut open, his resolute armor was torn, and his flesh and blood were torn open, but the light blade did not penetrate deep.

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin discover that the Desert Emperor's Chaos Armor actually had no "eyes."

The Desert Emperor flashes.

At the critical moment, he flashed in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed into the garden outside and jumped up.

Chug tug tug…

The Desert Emperor was shocked and angry. He had the same feeling as Zhao Chuanxin, and felt that he was unable to defend himself.

Just as the Desert Emperor was about to make a move, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned around and took another mouthful of sticky phlegm.

Ball No. 13 bounced back and forth, and the puppet soldiers covered their eyes with their arms.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin appeared at the window position, and the Desert Emperor appeared at Zhao Chuanxin's original position. The two happened to be staggered.

Zhao Chuanxin knew well that as long as the fog was thick enough, the lethality of the light blade would be greatly reduced.

died?

The puppet soldier's eyes were shattered.

Seeing that the puppet craftsman is about to succeed.

The Desert Emperor also flashed into the garden, just a step too late.

Naturally, he didn't have the courage to "jump off the building" like Zhao Chuanxin.

However, his true vision crystals were all over the city, and he easily flashed under the palace, holding an old sacred altar in his hand, looking up and waiting for the whereabouts of Zhao Chuanxin.

His rumbling voice sounded like a beast, trembling and dull: "Fearless Pioneer, I have the power of faith from the residents of this city. Today is the Fusion Festival celebration again. I don't believe you can escape from my grasp!"

The Fusion Festival celebration included a program showing off the desert emperor's martial arts. Today should be the peak of his ability to absorb the power of faith.

In order to catch and kill Zhao Chuanxin, he used the old sacred altar in front of everyone, exposed his trump card, and was naturally furious.

This is equivalent to missing a trump card for his enemies.

He originally didn't think highly of Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned for a moment. There were pros and cons in choosing the Fusion Festival celebration.

"Really?" Zhao Chuanxin did not hesitate: "You have the power of faith for a city, and I have the power of faith for several cities. Let's see who can consume more energy than the other!"

As a result of the victory over Tsarist Russia, news gradually spread that the land would be recovered and Tsarist Russia would pay reparations.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin's power of faith was even beyond balance and was inexhaustible.

He was originally going to run, but when the Desert Emperor took out the old sacred altar and hung it on a card slot of the Chaos Armor on his chest, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly changed his mind.

Another way to say that if you don’t seek death, you won’t die is to seek wealth through danger.

Zhao Chuanxin whispered to the mourning spirit: "We will wait for an opportunity later. We will cooperate and find a way to obtain the desert emperor's old sacred altar."

The lost spirit cares most about the old sacred altar, which is the key to finding Zhao Chuanxin.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished speaking, he took a look at the true seeing crystal on the top of a tall tower opposite. He had an idea and stepped on the ladder to run towards that side.

He ran higher and higher, reaching the top of the tower.

Sure enough, the figure of the Desert Emperor below flashed to the top of the tower.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a dark thing falling from the sky in a thick fog.

That was not Zhao Chuanxin, but a field gun modified by Tsarist Russia in 1902, weighing one ton.

Zhao Chuanxin took it out from the secret realm and smashed it down.

The Desert Emperor was startled as several light blades appeared above his head at the same time.

But Zhao Chuanxin's trick was to use thick fog to cover the field cannon. Although the light blade was sharp, it was compromised and only cut open the barrel and body of the field cannon.

boom……

The Desert Emperor was hit.

But at the critical moment, he dodged, so he was only hit by the 2-meter-long barrel.

At the same time, the True Vision Crystal was also smashed.

A light knife appeared silently in the thick fog and headed straight for the Desert Emperor.

That's a light knife controlled by a smart gyroscope.

The Desert Emperor pushed the cannon barrel away, and the flying cannon barrel connected with the light saber. After embedding, he smashed the light saber crookedly.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the imitation Madsen and focused fire on the Desert Emperor.

Ta ta ta...

The Chaos Armor on the Desert Emperor's body was beaten like ripples in the water. That's because soft gold has a certain degree of flexibility.

Chaos Armor is not afraid of bullets, and Soulless are not afraid either.

It has trapped the old sacred altar in the recessed chest of the Desert Emperor.

The Desert Emperor roared angrily and suddenly appeared.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the mourner: "Did you succeed?"

No sound.

He cannot see the dead souls.

At this moment, there was a dense red light flashing next to the true seeing crystal on the top of a tall tower about a mile away.

Sudden palpitations hit Zhao Chuanxin's heart.

He suddenly went crazy and ran towards the ladder.

But after running over, the red light disappeared together with the Desert Emperor, and immediately lit up at the top of another tower.

The red light is the light blade rune, and the place where there is the light blade must be where the Desert Emperor is.

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to run again, but the smart gyroscope reminded him that he was low on energy and there was a risk of falling midway.

Because he was running too fast, the energy of the smart gyroscope could not keep up.

Zhao Chuanxin clenched his fists.

I think this little follower of Shanling has lived a little longer, but he has been away from the world for a long time and has a simple heart.

What it was doing was just looking for relatives. It mistook Zhao Chuanxin as a relative and helped Zhao Chuanxin countless times without expecting anything in return.

When he was seizing the vitality spring water, he was injured by the vitality spring water guard. That time it was because Zhao Chuanxin was too greedy.

But nothing happens.

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin heard a weak voice in his ears: "I'm back."

Zhao Chuanxin looked up and saw the old sacred altar floating quietly in the air.

He took the old sacred altar and held it tightly in his palm: "Are you okay?"

"I'm injured, very seriously." Shang Ling's voice became weaker and weaker. "I was hit by a hundred and thirty stabbing blades, and I followed the Desert Emperor and flashed several times before taking back the old sacred altar. I, I, I'm going to die..."

"Don't, don't die." Zhao Chuanxin said quickly: "We will go to the sweat-sweat den and start operating the crossing now."

"Okay." Sang Ling's voice was gentle, with a tone of dying peace.

"You lie on top of me to save your energy."

"it is good."

Just as he spoke, the smart gyroscope replenished its energy, and Zhao Chuanxin went downhill.

While running, he glanced down and saw the puppet soldiers in the city quickly gathering in a certain direction, even pushing the residents away.

Zhao Chuanxin was confused at first, and then thought of a possibility. After losing the old sacred altar and the black and white puppet craftsmen, the Desert Emperor became discouraged because he didn't know how much dragon breath Zhao Chuanxin had. Zhao Chuanxin could still flash, but he couldn't.

Zhao Chuanxin had no time to pay attention to him at this time. As there was no obstacle, he fell to the ground, stepped on the Misty Traveler and ran to the Sweat Stolen Cave.

Master Jia and other refugees were looking forward to it. As soon as Zhao Chuanxin came back, they asked: "How is it?"

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and quickly took out the three old sacred altars and put them together.

The three old sacred altars were originally three individuals, but now they are merged together.

The power of faith in the old sacred altar originally had a limited capacity, but now it has no upper limit and unlimited savings.

Shanngling said weakly: "If the shuttle fails, I will make my body become a part of your body at the critical moment."

"Don't worry, you won't die. I'm going out now." Zhao Chuanxin said to him with a smile.

I felt somewhat unbearable.

He also has relatives he misses in his heart, and he also wants to see them, but it seems that the world has been disrupted by him and he can only see his future grandma.

If she were to see her grandma one day and she died, she would probably die with her eyes open.

When the Soul Company was about to die, they were still thinking about adding some strength to Zhao Chuanxin.

Remembering how he always looked aggrieved when he scolded him before, Zhao Chuanxin felt even worse.

Zhao Chuanxin exited the state and took a deep breath in the cabin.

Just as he was about to make a move, the floor-to-ceiling glass window suddenly made a "bang" sound.

Zhao Chuanxin was startled, thinking that someone was about to attack him. A God of War M1907 gun suddenly appeared in his hand and was pointed at the window. However, he saw a large bird over half a meter tall with white feathers and only some brown spots hitting the glass. , now lying softly in the snow, as if he had been knocked unconscious or killed.

This was a snowy owl. It must have seen the light and flew towards it. The fused quartz glass has high permeability, so it ran straight into it.

Zhao Chuanxin breathed a sigh of relief and went out, picked up the big bird that was still warm and threw it on the ground, so as not to freeze to death outside without being hit.

He hurriedly opened the Holy Light Channel to the "Old God Code" to the maximum, consuming all the power of faith.

Just after it was opened, the soul used its last strength to get into the passage.

Whether it was because the passage opened this time was too large or for other reasons, Zhao Chuanxin actually saw the figure of the deceased on the page of the "Code of the Old Gods" that he should not have seen. It was a chubby dough-shaped thing. It seemed to be able to stretch and deform, and at this time it was pulled and twisted by the holy light channel.

Zhao Chuanxin could not clearly find its face, but he seemed to be able to feel its painful expression as it was being pulled.

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to stretch out his hand to help it, but naturally he couldn't reach it, so he could only worry.

The passage gradually became smaller and smaller, but the pulling force became stronger. It was like a hurricane blowing in a wind tunnel, but this hurricane was violent in the form of energy.

Zhao Chuanxin saw Shang Ling, and Shang Ling also saw Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know if he would be disappointed.

Because he is just an ordinary person, not a "half-fairy" existence like his relatives.

How could a half-fairy be afraid of bullets, poisoning, and shelling?

Faster, faster, closer.

The passage was shrunk to the extreme, and Zhao Chuanxin could vaguely see the soul struggling, but the extent of the struggle was getting smaller and smaller.

Zhao Chuanxin replenished the newly acquired power of faith, making the passage slightly larger.

When the mourning spirit could hardly move, it finally squeezed out of the Holy Light Channel.

"%￥@#..." The spirit of mourning was like a gossamer, and the voice was faintly visible.

Because Zhao Chuanxin has not entered "my" body, he cannot understand the language of that world.

But he found that the "Code of the Old Gods" had been translated on the cover.

What it says is: "I can't do it anymore."

Sang Ling said: "You have exactly the same temperament as the person I love most. I miss him so much. I will never see him again. Wow..."

It sobbed quietly.

Zhao Chuanxin knew that the mourning spirit was in the wooden house, but now he could no longer see its existence after leaving the holy light channel.

Zhao Chuanxin's hand holding the "Old God Codex" shook.

It turns out that it has always known that it is not its relative.

He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and a rare and huge feeling of guilt arose in his heart.

Sanling said: "I will die, and my body will become a part of your body. I am willing to let myself and you become one forever, and my original soul, my original soul..."

I don’t know if it’s dying or something else.

Finally, the voice of the mourning soul became ethereal and ethereal: "My true spirit will possess this pure white creature..."

The sound of mourning disappeared completely.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt his left arm sink slightly.

As if amputees can feel phantom limb pain, Zhao Chuanxin felt his right arm extend.

He called it an accessory limb.

He reached out and grabbed the water glass on the table with his appendage.

The water glass two meters away broke into pieces with a bang.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

He punched the table in the air, and the solid wooden table legs were broken by his punch.

He used his right hand to pick up the broken table leg without using his secondary limbs, but there was no obstruction at all.

The lost soul is gone, and its body has grown on itself, regardless of whether I accept it or not.

Zhao Chuanxin is actually not willing to let himself become a monster.

Fortunately, this invisible limb is invisible to others.

The death of Shang Ling left Zhao Chuanxin with a hint of sadness, not much, but definitely there.

In his not-so-long life, only "sorrow" is relatively rare. Some people are almost never sad.

Suddenly, the snowy owl on the ground moved, flapped its wings and stood up unsteadily.

After taking two steps, he jumped onto the armrest of Zhao Chuanxin's reclining chair, opening and closing his mouth and making a "bah, bah, bah" sound.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

At this time, a line of words appeared on the cover of the "Code of Old Gods": "Let me out, it's too hot here."

Zhao Chuanxin bit his nails and looked at it. It squinted its eyes and looked like a little old lady.

"Bah, bah, bah..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the book cover again.

"Let me out, are you deaf?"

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his head and stood up to open the door.

For the sake of the lost soul, don't care about it.

The snowy owl jumped on the ground and ran out of the house, fluttering its wings and flying into the forest.

Zhao Chuanxin stood at the door of the room, hesitated for a moment and spoke to the forest outside: "Mourning?"

The mourning spirit said that he wanted to possess his spirit into the snow owl.

There is no response.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head in disappointment. It seemed that the mourning spirit was completely dead. Its original spirit might not have the memory of its life, and the snow owl that possessed it was no longer the same mourning spirit as before.

Went back inside and put firewood in the fireplace.

Opening the "Code of the Old Gods", things are far from over.

[I was slightly injured. After taking care of the injury, I took out the black puppet craftsman and gave it to Master Jia and others and roughly described the battle process. 】

After Zhao Chuanxin sensed that the power of faith in the old sacred altar was enough to open the Holy Light Channel, he entered it.

Master Jia looked at the black puppet craftsman and said disappointedly: "The connection has been cut off by the emperor, and the energy crystal has been shattered. Now there is only one central control rune fragment that stores memory intact, but we cannot activate it."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the azure crystal spit out by the ripples on the wall and said, "Use this as an energy gem driver."

Master Jia took the blue crystal: "It can be driven, but after it is activated, it will be as hazy as a fool with only memory. It will no longer be a skilled craftsman comparable to the third-level and ninth-level craftsmen. We have no way of knowing the runes it masters." .”

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin noticed the vibration of the smart gyroscope.

He was moved in his heart and said to Master Jia: "Open the puppet craftsman and expose the chip cabin inside."

"Chip cabin?"

"Um..." Zhao Chuanxin was speechless: "That's where it is controlled."

Master Jia was confused, but he still took out his craftsman's tools and removed a plate from the chest of the black puppet craftsman: "This is it."

There were fragments of energy gems scattered inside. After Zhao Chuanxin poured out the fragments, Master Jia stuffed the sapphire gem inside.

The black puppet maker moved.

At this time, the smart gyroscope got into the cabin.

The black puppet craftsman, who seemed to have lost his soul, stood up in an instant, moved his six puppet arms, supported his body with four of them, and used one puppet arm to pull on the ground.

Master Jia was stunned: "How is this possible? It's writing? Why can't I read it?"

He couldn't understand it, but Zhao Chuanxin understood it.

The black puppet craftsman writes in Chinese characters: I am Xingyue.

"I" can't speak Chinese, so Zhao Chuanxin could only write on the ground: Can you control its body?

Xingyue: Yes.

Master Jia was amazed: "Are you communicating? Ask it quickly, does it master the light blade and central control runes?"

Xingyue shook his head directly and wrote on the ground: Although I have controlled its memory, it has not mastered the light blade and central control runes. It has mastered the two runes of true eye and solidity. After Master Jia and other ninth-level craftsmen created the black and white puppet craftsmen, the Desert Emperor misled Master Jia and others into thinking that the black puppet craftsmen mastered light blades and central control runes in order to prevent today's situation.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

He repeated Xingyue's words to Master Jia.

Master Jia yelled: "Cunning, treacherous, militaristic, tyrant..."

Zhao Chuanxin weighed the pros and cons in his mind. He felt that in addition to the permanent regret of losing his soul in this adventure, in general he got an advantage.

Half of the Elf Carving Knife was broken, but the extended length of one meter was enough to sink the boat, as long as it didn't encounter soft gold.

The Fortitude Armor and the Fire Armor were scratched by the light blade rune, but they were repaired and still usable.

The explosive arrows were gone, a little ammunition was wasted, and a field cannon was wasted. These consumables were nothing. Zhao Chuanxin was sure that he could get replenished.

The harvest was great. He actually got two runes, as well as the body and memory of the black puppet craftsman.

Gained the friendship of the "craftsman" - Master Jia.

The most important is the Old Holy Altar.

When the old sacred altar was upgraded and the power of faith had no upper limit, Zhao Chuanxin remembered the scene where the Desert Emperor used the True Sight Crystal to teleport randomly in the city.

The characteristic of the old sacred altar is that as long as the sight is within sight and the power of faith is sufficient, theoretically speaking, Zhao Chuanxin can be teleported to any place on the earth where the True Sight Crystal exists.

The upgraded old sacred altar is the true artifact.

(End of this chapter)