Zerg in the crystal wall system world

Chapter 115 Infected Goblin Ruins
Tofter is an "elder" of House Brinyton.

He is more than 740 years old, and he is already the "ancestor" of a branch of the family. He no longer needs to perform his own reproductive tasks, and he can choose to transform himself into an elemental life in order to obtain infinite life span and more powerful power .

Moreover, it just so happened that the blood moon was ahead of schedule, which was a once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity.

So that he no longer needs to wait for hundreds of years for the moon phase to perform the conversion ceremony.

But... the residual machine soul in the goblin ruins didn't know what kind of wind was blowing, and it got stuck frequently.

He just happened to be unlucky, and just after he jumped into the filling port of the elemental furnace, he encountered a system error.

The soul pulling procedure failed to proceed normally, and he was stuffed in the "pretreatment room" and baked for half a minute...

That is, the inheritance motto of the Braniton family, "Blood law is of the same origin", their body's ability to accommodate excited elements and magic resistance are ridiculously high.

He has unearthed the power of his bloodline to an extremely high level, and his soul strength has reached between the seventh and eighth ranks, which is almost epic, so he was not burned alive in the elemental furnace like several of his old buddies.

Even so, all of his skin was scorched.

Although it is not a fatal injury to high-ranking blue blood nobles.But it will take a few years to recover, and there may be scars left, and there will be no hair growth since then.

The best choice is to perform an elementalization ceremony again. As long as it can be transformed into elemental life, the physical pain will naturally be indifferent.

But the premise is... the elemental furnace can operate stably.If it was stuffed in it again, even Brineton would be cooked through.

Now he can only be wrapped up like a rice dumpling, lying obediently in the medical station in the underground shelter of the bunker for infusion.

Yes, infusion.

Of course, the Braniton family does not have such things as infusion needles, but this goblin can still produce such medical equipment.

Some of the "skillful" self-discipline puppets that have been preserved can perform operations such as injections, bandages, and simple operations.

However, at this time, the infusion bag was not filled with burn rehydration fluid specially supplemented with electrolytes, but the "healing potion" prepared through the family's inheritance of potion science-the goblin's drug production line did not survive.

A special enchantment has been performed on the infusion bag.

One bag drained.

Then a sorcerer apprentice led a "Skillful Hand" puppet floating in the air and holding a tray from outside.

"Hey, it's just right," Tovdir said unceremoniously, "Call me your tower master and his uncle."

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so it's good to scold the mage here to relieve boredom.That kid named Wilson was very energetic, and his bloodline was deteriorating to the point where he was almost like an ordinary person, yet he was still arrogant.

"Yes, elder." The mage apprentice replied, and continued to direct the skillful hands to work.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Tordiff asked aloud.

The skillful puppet actually pulled out the injection needle in his left hand, replaced it with his right hand and inserted it again.

"Elder, the effect of this bag is slightly different from that of the upper bag. It is safer to switch to the injection point on the other side."

"If you change the medicine, you have to wait at least a multiple of seven minutes before the magic power dies down. It's really not particular." Tovdir complained, but he didn't refuse.

Wait for the skillful hand to secure the needle.

The mage apprentice bowed again: "Please continue to rest, I will inform the tower master."

"go Go."

The apprentice left the ward with skillful hands.

Tovdir noticed something was wrong.

As a high-ranking blue-blooded nobleman, his senses are far more sensitive than ordinary mages, and the footsteps stopped when they reached the door. The apprentice did not go to find the tower master as he said.

He turned his attention back to his infusion tube.

The infusion speed was adjusted to the fastest. Although the infusion tube was designed for the goblin's small body, it was inserted into the body of a high-ranking blue-blood nobleman, and even if it was flowing at full speed, there was no discomfort.

But at this time, he had nothing else to do except lying on the hospital bed, so there was absolutely no need to lose so quickly.

Half of it is cautious, and the other half is really idle and boring.

Tolfdir casts an earth elemental scrying.

That is to rely on the way of sensing the surrounding earth elements to conduct investigations.

After all, most of the poisonous potions contained excessive earth elements.

However, the perception spell had just appeared, and he hadn't even focused on the potion in the infusion bag.

He was shocked by the frequent squirming reactions in the wall interlayer.

At this time, the interior of the interlayer of the wall, the ventilation pipe, and the drainage pipe are almost filled with a moving thing!

Snapped--

The door of the room was violently opened.

The skillful puppet who just gave him the needle leaned its body and rushed towards him.

The medical electric drill on the robotic arm buzzed, heading straight for his forehead.

Bilibili--

A thick electric arc spewed out from Tovdil's hand, and the electric current burned his bandage, exposing the scorched skin underneath, and completely burned the infusion needle.

There is no construction process in the formation of the arc, strictly speaking, it is not magic, but the blood talent of the Braneton family, and the manipulation of magic power like a finger.

The Skillful Golem was not a fighting machine in the first place, and it immediately made crackling noises after being hit by this blow, and lost its ability to move.

At the same time, the mage apprentice at the door also rushed over.

Toftil found that his eyes were flashing with abnormal red light, and disgusting tentacles protruded from his mouth and nose. He was obviously a mage of the Brineton family, but at this time he rushed towards him like a wild beast.

When Tovdir planned to repeat the same trick and electrocuted him to death.

A suppressive force came suddenly, and the magic power in his body suddenly lost control.

It's the Titan Sphere!
Tovdir judged immediately.

The core of the mage tower made of titan's body fragments can exert the titan's protective power to a certain extent.

The essence of magic power is fragmented souls. Most magicians use magic power to establish contact with these soul fragments through soul contracts and soul resonance.

There are also special structures that accommodate magic power and indirectly manipulate magic power. Warcraft and most magical creations take this approach.

But the Titans are different. Their control of magic power is not so much a skill or a talent, but a kind of authority, just like the anti-distortion property of the dragon's body, it is an unreasonable power.

For Brineton, who has a lot of magic power stored in his body, this is no less than a dimensionality reduction blow.

Blood spewed out of Toftil's mouth like money, weightlessness, freezing, arcing, burning... Just the natural phenomenon caused by the convergence of the four elements of magic power caused him to be seriously injured.

But he still didn't lose his ability to resist.

At any rate, he has a soul close to the eighth level, and his physical strength is not weak.

Stretching out his hand to grab the solid wood bedside table, Toftil threw it out with one hand, and smashed it on the approaching apprentice, knocking it flying with a crackling sound.

cough--

Toftdir spit out a mouthful of blood again, barely relying on his will to suppress the remaining magic power in his body.

While crawling to the hanger not far away, where his robe and staff were stored, he connected the ring on his right hand, trying to ask for help from the clan.

But at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly hit from the needle hole in his right hand.

"Ah—" Toftil yelled.

The potion just injected!
Toftil finally understood why the apprentice had to change his infusion hands. Their goal was the blue blood ring from the very beginning.

That is to say, he reacted quickly, and the virus in the infusion bag had not yet infected his central nervous system.

But his infused right hand was completely out of control.

I saw the blue veins on his right hand bursting out, the muscles tangled into a solid lump, and with a few clucks, it actually broke his own bones.

Finally, with a hiss, the arm fell off from his shoulder, and the wrist and elbow moved together to move away.

Tovdir almost passed out from the pain, but he still crawled towards his equipment position.

As long as he got the wand and the robe, at least he could recover a certain amount of spellcasting ability.

Sizzling... Amidst the teeth-stinging sound, the wall where the clothes hanger was located was corroded, and countless tentacles swept away his equipment—the building materials in the living area of ​​the shelter have not been strengthened to such a high standard.

Snapped--

The air vent was knocked open, and a large number of tentacles spewed out along with thick yellow dust.

it's over...

before losing consciousness.Toftdir still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

The titan fragments in the titan sphere are so tiny that they can't do anything to the elemental furnace.

Those elders guarding around the element furnace should still have hope...

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(End of this chapter)