Popular science physics, teach a magic god?.

Chapter 367 I haven’t eaten for five seconds

Some people are alive, and they can be 'dead'.

Some people are still 'alive' even after they die.

Except for Ren, no one in the audience knew when this thing came from? How did it come about?

Anyway, a light-absorbing, non-smooth jet-black blade just resisted the vital point of the legendary [War Spirit].

As long as it wants to, he is a dead man.

Mr. [War Spirit]'s hair stood on end, and a cold air rose from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Cap. In all his life, he had never been so close to death.

"This is the victory of the physics school!" The legendary strongman in charge shouted quickly.

The sharp blade of the shadow retracted into its master's arm armor, and this half-length shadow creature silently retreated into the shadow at the same time... Mr. [War Spirit]'s shadow!

This discovery made everyone in the audience secretly breathe in the cold air.

Laughing to death! What a fart! They have been here for a long time, but your perception is too low to notice them. Who is to blame?

It wasn't until he expanded his perception to the extreme and confirmed that this powerful and secretive shadow creature had really left that Mr. [War Spirit] relaxed his extremely tense nerves and gasped for air.

His whole figure looked like he had fallen into a pool and was picked up again. In just a few seconds, his back was covered with sweat.

"What was that just now..." The legendary strongman in charge of the prophecy school couldn't help but ask.

Ren held his left cheek and said calmly: "There was an orc with no eyes who tried to sneak attack Tangs when he was first promoted, so I made him into a golem."

The more commonplace Ren spoke, the more numb his scalp became.

The legendary strong man in charge spat angrily in his heart: Hey! The Physics School behaves so normally that we forget how low the moral integrity of these crazy mages can be.

In fact, I don’t blame them. The Dharma Ending Age has lasted for a hundred years, and there are many things that people of this generation don’t know at all.

Especially for masters who play the necromancy system, their moral integrity is often negative.

This is exactly how Renne showed the opponent - by irritating him, his lower limit can be very low.

Fortuitously, no one dares to say that Ren is not.

People with sharp eyes have discovered that this is the legendary Shadowsteel Golem, and Ren used the soul of a strong orc. Not only should this not be condemned, but the entire metahuman camp should praise him.

Because for the orcs who worship the souls of their ancestors and believe in shamanism, capturing and enslaving the souls of their strong men is the greatest blasphemy.

Renn is clarifying his position towards the metahuman camp!

On the other hand, when he thought that there was not one legendary Shadowsteel Golem in Ren's hand, but two, all the opponents shrank.

No matter how you look at it, this thing still retains the skills they had when they were alive.

Who the hell can withstand the combined attack of two legendary shadow assassins!

Can't handle even one, let alone two.

Unless you are a big shot in the light department, you will basically win by anyone you meet.

This means that as long as Ren wants to, once the opponent is alone, just two golems can assassinate most of the dozen legends on the opponent.

Sophia looked at Ren, feeling more and more that her man's background was unfathomable.

Ren's posture remained unchanged and he smiled: "It's okay. We agreed that we would just compete. Let's play three games in peace."

"This is natural."

If you don't follow the steps given by the boss, you will be shameless. Don't blame the physics school for explaining to you. Those who were justified at first are now covered with grass three feet high.

The legendary powerful man in charge stood up this time: "I am the spirit type [Magician] Lendner Barantz. My spells are not suitable for indoor use. They cannot be used in the hall. How about we have a second battle?" go outside?"

"can."

When ordinary people hear about magicians, they often naturally feel disgusted. In fact, this is an overgeneralization. The most famous warlocks are often those who have signed purgatory contracts. A bastard who borrows the devil's power cannot be a good bird.

In fact, there are four major categories of warlocks. In addition to the purgatory contract, there are also the gloomy contract that borrows the power of shadow creatures, the elemental contract, and Lundner's spirit class.

When they came outside to the front garden, the frost element on Lundner's body swelled, and everyone immediately knew that the person who signed the contract with him was definitely a very powerful water element lord.

The warlock relies on the guy from whom he borrows his power, so only a water elemental lord with a challenge level of 35 or above can raise such a legendary warlock.

The exaggerated frost breath spread out, like an endless wave, causing the ice vapor to spread in circles. The garden, which had been covered with ice and snow for a long time, is now visible to the naked eye, with each ice sculpture rapidly increasing in size.

At this time, the little fat man was a little nervous and couldn't help but poke the fourth senior brother with his elbow: "Senior Brother Matt, who will fight on our side this time?"

"Me." Matt said concisely.

"Senior brother, you?" The little fat man's eyes widened. The senior brother who had been eating and eating just now is going to end and start a fight now? The little fat man was a little surprised: "Senior brother, you just finished eating, aren't you afraid of holding on?"

The little fat man felt that he had a say in what would happen if he exercised strenuously after eating.

Matt thought for a moment: "I haven't eaten in five seconds."

Perhaps what Matt wanted to express was that with his superhuman digestion ability, this was just an after-dinner exercise at most, and it was really nothing.

To Little Fatty's ears, it became synonymous with the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

Nocha was so embarrassed.

Sure enough, with a snap of Ren's fingers, Matt stepped forward.

Lundner on the opposite side looked at the stupid-looking Matt, and then felt the strength of the other person's magical power, which was not legendary. He complained crazily in his heart: Ren Tesla dared to treat us as experience packs?

Lendner was angry and a little helpless.

If you can't beat Renne, you can only follow the path drawn by Renne.

They said they should discuss things in a friendly manner, but if he dared to be discordant, he might be the raw material for the next legendary golem of the Physics School.

Lendner didn't know what Matt could rely on. As a legendary midfield veteran, Lendner had his arrogance.

"Although I will try not to hurt you, you still have to be careful!"

Given his identity and status, it is actually appropriate to say this. In his fifties, he has been on the legendary ladder for twenty years.

Unexpectedly, Matt, this idiot, replied blankly: "Oh, my name is Matt. I will try not to hurt you."

The whole place was silent, except for the cold wind blowing by, making a "wuwuwu" sound.

Ren was holding his forehead.

Everyone can see that Matt may not have any evil intentions. He saw Lendner's gray hair and felt that he was bullying the old man.

Moreover, Matt had fought against legendary monsters more than once, and he instinctively felt that he could handle this old man.

The problem is that telling the truth is sometimes a kind of 'real harm'!

(End of this chapter)