perfect savior

Chapter 31 Alchemy Secret Puppet
The collision of knives and swords made a huge roar, and many passengers became deaf on the spot, and even strong soldiers suffered severe pain in their eardrums.

But they didn't have time to pay attention to their physical discomfort at this time, but looked at the two facing each other with their mouths wide open in horror.

On one side is a lifeless statue, holding a long stone sword, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

On the other side was a middle-aged man covered in black, surrounded by fiery flames, holding a knife in one hand, as if he was a god of war walking out of magma.

This is no longer a scientific battle, this is... a supernatural confrontation!
"Little brother, are your legs weak?"

The man's voice reached Xia Jinyan's ears. Even though his ears were ringing, the young teacher could barely hear the words clearly.

Xia Jinyan got up immediately, using hands and feet to stay away from the center of the battle.

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, stretched his arms, and the flaming long knife stood up straight, and bounced off the sword of the statue prince.

He reached out and groped in the windbreaker.

Passengers and soldiers in the station had receded far away, watching his movements intently.

Finally, under the eyes of everyone, the man took out a cigar.

He opened his mouth, and while he was breathing, sparks splashed out of his mouth, and the exhalation temperature close to [-] degrees Celsius instantly ignited the cigar.

The middle-aged man took a puff comfortably and laughed at the statue.

"Hey!"

He suddenly exhaled smoke. Under the influence of inexplicable power, the smoke from the cigar was like a huge python, with clusters of fist-sized flames, tightly entangled the statue prince.

humming, humming.

The legs and arms of the statue were crushed, and the flame hidden in the smoke was like a shark that had seen blood, attached to it and burned wildly.

By the time the middle-aged man smoked his second cigar, the statue had been burnt to nothing but ashes.

"Strong! So strong!" The melon-eating crowd onlookers had this thought in their hearts. They thought they could see the battle between you and me, but they didn't expect it to be a one-sided massacre!

——It’s really a puff of a cigarette.

The middle-aged man who dealt with the enemy did not look at his loot, but took off his cowboy hat, patted the dust on it, put it on, and walked deep into the subway.

Retrograde alone, kill the enemy, and then leave alone.

Without applause and flowers, he seems to be used to it.

Maybe for a long time in the past, this bearded man just walked in the dark forest like this, holding a long knife, burning a flame, smoking a cigar, fighting monsters to the death in unknown corners!

"Please... please wait, sir!" When the man's figure was about to disappear, a low-ranking officer finally couldn't help but speak, his voice was full of undisguised respect, which was the instinctive awe of the strong .

"Sir, what are you going to do with, uh, this pile of ashes?"

The man didn't look back, he just waved his hand:

"Things infected with borer toxin, especially those that have been activated, are good materials after purification, but I don't lack this, so you can use it."

With a casual tone, it seems that in his eyes, the black ash left by the pile of statues is really not too valuable.

"How, how to use it?"

"Don't ask me about it. We use it differently. I like to stuff these powders into the poison sac of the Demon Swamp Tattoo Worm as a mental stabilizer. Can you do it? Research it yourself."

"Ah? Oh, oh..." The low-ranking officer was at a loss for words for a moment. He had countless questions, but his reason told him that the questioning at this time must be decent and measured, and he must not offend the other party.

However, seeing that the middle-aged man did not intend to stop, the officer became a little anxious and asked the most concerned question:

"Sir! Who are you...?"

You can finally ask... Fortunately, I deliberately shortened my steps...

The man turned his head, smiled lightly, and blew out a smoke ring:
"I'm just an ordinary... [instructor]."

……

"I'm just an ordinary... [instructor]."

On the island outside Xicheng, Lu Yuan uttered these words softly, and his will was transmitted through the ring, and was uttered by the alchemy puppet thousands of miles away.

After a while, Lu Yuan pulled back part of his energy and opened his eyes wearily.

It's never easy to do two things with one mind, especially controlling the movements, breathing, and micro-expressions of secret puppets. Lu Yuan knows that there are many smart people in this world who are so delicate and thoughtful, so when manipulating secret puppets, he concentrates all his attention. A flaw was revealed.

"There is a big moth-eating nest near Yucheng..."

He muttered to himself, thankful for his decision.

Ever since the Baiyushan incident, Lu Yuan has been paying close attention to the Special Investigation Bureau. As a self-taught genius in alchemy, he easily created moth-sized surveillance bugs, and he always knew Zhang Changgan's situation. The tendency to help people.

When they went to Yucheng, Lu Yuan began to make alchemy marionettes.

The key to alchemy secret puppet lies in the word "secret". Every alchemy school that is good at this kind of art strictly guards against the most critical core knowledge for fear of leaking it.

It is indeed a great science to refine inanimate matter into marionettes that are no different from human beings. How is this different from creating human beings?
As a divinely favored person, Lu Yuan's secret puppet making method is naturally related to "dreams".

——Take out one or more dreams of magical civilizations, glue them to the dreams of the earth, drag the mixture of the two out of the dream world, and put them in the prepared container.

Of course, this container was also made of Lu Yuan's bones and blood.

Although the process was very difficult, when Lu Yuan saw Secret Puppet stand up and was sure that he could manipulate it perfectly, he still felt that all the hard work was worth it.

Making an alchemy puppet and using it as his clone is the way Lu Yuan came up with.

An extraordinary organization that has spanned the long river of history must be extremely large. Even if it is not in its heyday, he should not be the only commander. There must be newcomers, grassroots cadres, mainstays, superpowers, and backup candidates for the leader. .

Only when the framework is still intact can the extraordinary organization expand rapidly.

Therefore, Lu Yuan, who "told a little lie", had to find someone to fill in the frame.

Multitasking and using avatars to fake the illusion of a vibrant organization is a pretty good choice in this case, at least it's lively.

However, these are only temporary. When the "temple" is on the right track and recruiting more and more fresh blood, Lu Yuan will no longer need to act like a schizophrenic. At that time, he will be able to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai and eat melon seeds Singing songs, watching the little brother under his hand save the world.

Of course, the process of achieving this goal is destined to be quite long, and it may even never be realized.

But when the bearded alchemy puppet went to Yucheng, Lu Yuan felt a little relieved.

——No matter what the future holds, Lu Yuan is always moving forward firmly.

(End of this chapter)