A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Is this the ruins of the Imasca Empire?"

The mage leader came closer and took a closer look at the huge stone arch that had been buried under the yellow sand for who knows how many years. His eyes sparkled with curiosity.

There is no way not to be curious.

After all, the "Supreme Imaskar Empire" created by the artificers was too mysterious in the eyes of the world.

Unlike only a small number of great arcane masters in the Netherese civilization who do not believe in gods and are even less willing to accept divine treatment, ordinary people still maintain the most basic respect and belief in the gods.

The Imasca Empire bans gods and their beliefs from top to bottom.

Yes.

You heard that right.

It is to completely prohibit gods from establishing faith and expanding influence in their own territory.

To this end, they also established a huge magic barrier within their jurisdiction to ensure that the gods and their messengers could not even get close, and were completely isolated in the true sense.

This is why they plundered so many slaves when they opened the interdimensional portal. These slaves always maintained their devout faith, but their gods could not come for hundreds of years.

In the end, the god Io couldn't stand it anymore. He opened the back door to allow the gods to come to believers in the form of reincarnation, breaking the magic barrier set by the Imasca Empire, and then led the slaves to revolt and overthrew this powerful, An ancient and cruel magical civilization.

More importantly, after Unther and the Mulhorand gods destroyed the rule of the Imasca Empire, they didn't know what their idea was based on, but they didn't use the superb magic that had taken countless years to develop. Knowledge and technology are inherited and absorbed and used for one's own use.

On the contrary, they did something that turned history back. Not only did they drive out all the artificers through years of hunting, but they also destroyed all the knowledge, technology, and history of the Imasca Empire.

So much so that modern people know nothing about this civilization.

This is why Zuo Si despises Unther and the gods of Mulhorand.

In his opinion, there is no problem for these gods to lead their followers to destroy the Imasca Empire.

After all, whether it is refusing the entry of gods, or indiscriminately capturing slaves to replenish the population lost in the plague, it has actually laid the foundation for the future demise of the entire civilization.

But the problem is that if you destroy it, you will destroy it. At least leave the technology and knowledge behind.

These things are the most precious wealth of a high-level magic civilization, and they are the experiences discovered and summed up by countless geniuses through repeated failures and sacrifices. Their value cannot be measured by money at all.

But what's the result?

The two pantheons teamed up to wipe out everything in the Imasca Empire, leaving only a handful of vague legends.

Turn around and see what the second-generation magic goddess does.

Although a generation was killed by the arrogant Netherese civilization.

But the first thing she did when she took office was to save the floating cities that had not yet fallen to the ground and fell to pieces, and did her best to protect the fleeing Netherese remnants, ensuring that the technology and magic created by this civilization could be used as completely as possible. The retention continues.

It is precisely because of the efforts of the second-generation magic goddess that the modern spell-casting system derived from this foundation will become the mainstream in Faerûn.

Currently, there are only two schools of arcane magic in Faerûn.

One is based on the golden scroll left behind by the creator race Saruk witch as a theoretical basis. It flourished during the Netherese period and gradually evolved into the most widely circulated spellcasting system at present;

The other is the high elven magic system brought by the elves.

If the knowledge and technology of the Imasca Empire were completely preserved, then there might be a third completely different spellcasting system in the east of Faerûn.

Who knows that after hundreds or even thousands of years of development, magicians will be able to create a unique era of magic industry.

Don't think this is fanciful.

After all, the Imaskar Empire itself is famous for its construction of various artifacts, creations, and interdimensional super portals.

This means that they actually have more opportunities to contact, learn, trade and communicate with other civilizations, and their upper limit and development potential are much higher than Netheril.

Zuo Si felt an inexplicable heartache when he thought that so much precious knowledge, technology, and artifacts had been wasted by a group of short-sighted gods.

At the same time, he couldn't help but have the urge to summon the Eldrazi Titans in the other country's country and kill all these losers.

Of course, this is just a thought and will not be put into actual action.

The Mulhorand pantheon currently has no substantial conflict of interest with him, and the number of members is quite large.

However, this does not mean that if he finds an opportunity to add insult to injury, Zuo Si will not secretly do something or add fuel to the fire.

For example, if Tempus one day wants to go to war with Anho, the god of war of the Mulhorand pantheon, he will definitely support the former without hesitation.

It would be best to use this as a breakthrough to directly trigger an all-out war between the Faerunian pantheon and the Mulhorandian pantheon.

Anyway, as long as the fight is not within the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located, but the battlefield is set in the outer plane, Io, the God of Gods, will not bother to care.

There is no doubt that the gods of the Mulhorand pantheon would never have dreamed that the destruction of the Imaskar Empire thousands of years ago would actually bring about a terrifying potential enemy for themselves.

But since he was still playing the role of an upper-class noble of the Mulhorand Empire, Zuo Si did not express these thoughts and emotions. Instead, like a scholar obsessed with this aspect, he reached out his hand and gently touched the stone arch. The almost lost words and symbols explained: "You are right, this is the ruins of the Imasca Empire, and this huge arch is one of the iconic buildings.

Because things like doors have an unusually important position in the minds of the Imaskans.

It is not only a manifestation of powerful magic technology, but also an extended culture and even belief.

Since this ancient civilization created a super portal that can connect any place and even other dimensions, in their eyes the portal is not only a convenient means of transportation, but also a symbol of knowledge, wealth and good luck.

In many important towns in Imasca, a grand and tall gate-shaped monument will be built at the entrance and exit.

Usually, just by looking at the size of the arch and the craftsmanship used in its production, you can basically judge the scale and importance of the ruins during the Imasca Empire. "

"That's it! You are really knowledgeable. You even know these details clearly."

An expression of surprise and admiration appeared on the face of the mage leader.

Although he has always felt that this employer who spends money freely and likes luxury is probably a playboy who was spoiled by his family since he was a child.

But now it seems that there is indeed something outstanding in the field of research on the Imasca Empire.

Zuo Si smiled modestly and shook his head: "Erudition doesn't count, I just read more related books and fragmentary records.

Imaskar's history is too ancient, and most records and traces of its existence have been deliberately erased.

So no one knows what happened to this ancient civilization over the long years.

This is why I was curious to dig into it.

The next thing to do is to follow this entrance and explore. Are you ready? "

"Of course! You offered such a high price, isn't it just for times like this? And exploring ruins is our old profession."

The mage leader couldn't help but grin.

After all, the two parties had already reached an agreement to share the stolen goods. Zuo Si only wanted magic items, books, scrolls and the like, and the rest of the gold, silver, and ordinary gems belonged to the adventurers and mercenaries.

Therefore, when the entrance was dug, everyone in the team was very excited.

Especially after discovering that there were traces of the brown dragon stepping and crawling on the sand.

After all, no matter how poor the dragon is, he will still be able to save some money as long as he lives for a few hundred years.

"Then get ready. We'll set off in twenty minutes. As for the slave workers, just stay in the tent and rest until we come back."

Zuo Si gave the order concisely.

As the supreme master of the entire team, what he said was basically like an imperial edict, and no one dared to violate it.

Soon, the slave workers who had been busy for two or three days returned to the tent with their tools to rest.

The adventurers and mercenaries began to pack their bags, check weapons and armor, and excitedly discussed the amazing benefits they could get from this expedition to the ruins.

There are also some guys who set a flag regardless of life and death, saying that after doing this, they will retire back to their hometown to get married, or find a place to buy a piece of land and become rich.

No one realizes what kind of dangers are hidden in this huge ruins, let alone that they will encounter ancient evil things that even the gods are afraid of.

After the assembly was completed, the leaders of the three teams divided everyone into three parts after a brief discussion.

The most experienced team took the lead, followed by the second adventure team, and the mercenaries responsible for protecting their employers walked at the back.

In this way, a group of people moved forward slowly along the tunnel half-buried by the yellow sand.

Especially the ones at the front, they fully utilized the "ten-foot-long pole" tactic.

Almost every few steps when I find something suspicious, I will poke the ground, walls, and ceiling above my head with a hard wooden pole that is just over three meters tall, and make sure there are no traps or traps before moving forward.

You don't need to ask to know that this is a common technique used by most experienced adventuring parties to explore ruins, tombs, and other places.

Don't underestimate this inconspicuous broken pole, it can really save lives at critical moments.

But this passage that the brown dragon crawled through repeatedly obviously didn't have any traps.

In other words, even if there was, it would have been activated by the inadvertent touch of the giant dragon's huge body.

Therefore, there was no danger along the way, and the group soon arrived at the brown dragon's lair, a circular palace buried deep underground.

Because it is so old, except for a few statues and metal objects, everything else has long been turned into dust under the baptism of time, making it impossible to tell what the building was originally used for.

But considering the Imasca Empire's extremely repulsive attitude towards gods, it definitely couldn't be a temple.

But now, this place has been transformed by the brown dragon into its own lair. The ground is densely covered with two meters of fine sand, and a large number of gold and silver jewelry and valuable antiques and gems obtained from unknown places are so messy. piled in the corner.

"Hahaha! We're rich! We're rich! I knew there must be a lot of treasure in the dead brown dragon's lair."

"Look at this necklace and the gold cup! It will definitely sell for at least a thousand gold coins!"

"Merck! Take two people back to the camp and ask the slave workers to help carry it!"

…

All of a sudden, both mercenaries and adventurers rushed to the treasure pile like crazy, either picking and choosing to judge how much the loot in their hands was worth, or simply lying on the mountain of gold and silver and rolling around to vent their hearts. excitement among them.

Only Zuo Si remained calm, as if he didn't see the huge pile of treasure in front of him at all. Instead, he was staring at a big hole in the wall not far away in trance.

Because in the deepest part of the cave, he felt the huge negative energy and countless undead creatures wandering inside.

The souls left behind when the Imasca Empire was destroyed?

Or to prevent mortals from approaching the guards in the prison where Pandrim the God-Slayer is imprisoned?

Or was it a trap deliberately set by the gods of Mulhorand?

Just from the large number of undead creatures, you can tell that this ruins is definitely not simple.

What's more, the ubiquitous aura of death and destruction has even had an irreversible and permanent impact on the surrounding environment.

If ordinary people stay here for too long, it won't be long before they take their last breath and become a member of the undead.

To be precise, the entire underground ruins are a bit like a huge magic barrier, completely isolating everything inside from the outside, and at the same time, continuously transforming intruding living creatures into undead.

This is obviously not the work of the artificer of the Imasca Empire.

Because necromancy magic has never been their area of ​​expertise, creating constructs is.

Just when Zuo Xiang was in a trance, the leader of the mercenary group and several of his men came from a distance with several items that obviously had magical effects, and piled them on the open space covered with a rag. , said brightly: "Sir, these are all the things related to magic and knowledge in the brown dragon's treasure.

Among them were four amulets, three rings, a sword and a dagger, a broken golem arm, two books with illegible handwriting, and a dozen scrolls.

Perhaps because he has lived in the Luoman Desert for many years, he does not possess many magic items. "

"It doesn't matter, my purpose is not for the dragon's treasure anyway."

Zuo Si put on an indifferent attitude and glanced down at the trophies that belonged to him.

Among them, the amulets and magic rings look very new, and should have been created within a hundred or two hundred years. The enchantment level is generally not high, and the most valuable one can only increase a little magic resistance.

The two weapons are made of mithril and are blessed with some strengthening magic, which is equivalent to +3.

As for books and scrolls, most of them are modern things, written in Mulhorand script, and their value is very limited.

Instead, it was the golem's arm that aroused his interest.

Because this is the only creation among all the trophies that belongs to the Imasca Empire.

Driven by curiosity, Zuo Si squatted down and carefully looked at the exquisite magic lines and symbols on his arms.

Don't look at it. It's only a little thicker than a human thigh, but because it's made entirely of pure gold, it's quite terrifying in terms of hardness and weight.

Although it was easy to pick it up with his strength, it was not suitable for the role he was playing at the moment, so he could only squat down and check it.

About three to five minutes later, Zuo Si touched his chin and commented: "It's a very unique process. It avoids consuming one's own mana by systematically building runes and energy transmission systems. And the internal structure is also more advanced than modern constructs. Complex, perhaps used to support shapeshifting and some degree of spellcasting.”

Obviously, just by looking at this incomplete adamantine golem arm, Zuo Si could tell that the artificers of the Imasca Empire did not need to give up part of their own magic power when they created the construct ( That is, paying experience points).

This is very different from modern arcane spellcasters.

In addition, they are also very unique in the use of materials, which can significantly save costs.

In other words, the Imasca Empire has the ability to equip a large area with popular structures.

"You mean...this golem arm is valuable?"

The leader of the mercenary group looked surprised.

Zuo Si sneered and responded: "Don't forget, this is a piece of fine gold. Even if the value of knowledge and technology is excluded, it is the most valuable of all treasures."

"Ah! This...is this thing made of fine gold? No wonder it's so heavy!"

The mercenary captain suddenly understood, patted his forehead hard and smiled bitterly.

He was still feeling uneasy because he and others took too much, and wanted to say a few words of comfort to this generous employer.

But now, seeing the large piece of fine gold arm removed from the golem, I felt only envy in my heart.

Because the value of this piece of fine gold is worth more than half of the other treasures.

“So the saying that knowledge is power and knowledge is wealth is not something you say casually.”

Zuo Si made a joke casually and ordered someone to stuff his own portion into the dimensional bag.

As for how the other party dealt with the rest, he didn't want to care and was too lazy to participate.

Even if there is a fight after the spoils are divided unevenly, it is these people's own business.

What's more, it's not certain how many people in the two adventure teams and mercenary groups will come back alive.

Although Zuo Si had no intention of killing anyone from beginning to end, the endless undead creatures and negative energy barriers in the ruins were no joke.

After discovering the treasure in the brown dragon's lair, the exploration team rested for half an hour until the slave workers followed up and carried the gold, silver and jewelry to the outside camp. Then they set off again along the claustrophobic road. The tunnel continues.

It is easy to tell from the dust and spider webs covering the ground that the brown dragon has never entered the ruins and only used the circular building at the door as its nest.

And after entering the tunnel, the deeper you go, the more you feel the biting cold. In some places, you can even breathe out white air, so that the team members put on thick cloaks for overnight use to keep warm.

"Damn it! Why is this damn place so cold?"

A young mage subconsciously tightened his cloak and couldn't help but shiver.

Perhaps due to his weak physical attributes, his face was now turning blue from the cold, and his lips were trembling uncontrollably.

“It’s negative energy!

The negative energy here is too strong!

Here, drink this and you'll feel better.

Remember, everyone should be more vigilant from now on. Such strong negative energy often means there may be massive and powerful undead creatures. "

The mage leader took out a bottle of potion to treat minor injuries and handed it over.

Since all healing magic potions are infused with positive energy healing spells of corresponding levels, they have a strong effect against negative energy.

After the young mage raised his head and drank it, he immediately felt a warm current rising in his stomach, instantly dispelling the biting chill that was everywhere, and even his pale face gradually turned rosy.

The three priests in the team also began to hold the holy symbol high, using the weak divine power attached to it to make the negative energy in the surrounding environment as thin as possible.

A priest also wanted to give the "powerless" Zuo Si some protection from evil spells to prevent his employer from suddenly dying. However, he gave up after seeing several protective magic items in the latter's hand. This thought.

Especially the golden coin, its powerful power almost protected the entire team, reducing the negative energy in the environment to a very low level.

You don't need to ask to know that the golden coin in Zuo Si's hand is the thank you gift given by Wo Jin - [Flow of Wealth].

Although he did not pay any wealth to cast arcane or divine spells, the divine power blessed above alone was enough to combat the harsh environment inside the ruins and prevent those in the team who were not high enough in level or physically weak from suddenly dying and turning into undead. .

However, the strong negative energy is only the first threat to face when entering the depths of the ruins.

After a while, the adventure team walking at the front realized how dangerous and terrifying this place was.

The ten-foot-long poles in their hands are often poked and prodded, causing violent explosions, flames, strong acid, lightning, as well as black negative energy and suddenly summoned monsters.

What's even more terrible are the undead that can't be killed no matter how hard they are along the way, and the constructs wandering in the ruins.

If it weren't for the fireball wand and disarming wand kindly provided by Zuo Si, the entire army would have been wiped out by now.

Because even if the undead creatures in this area are saved and rebuked, it will only last for about half a minute at most.

Half a minute later, they would still turn around and launch a frenzied attack.

The proportion of low-level zombie skeletons among undead creatures is not high, but there are more intelligent ones such as ghouls and vampires.

Occasionally, you can see deadly high-level undead like Boda zombies.

In addition to normal undead creatures, you can also encounter some twisted incorporeal undead in the tunnel, and you will die if you are not careful.

Of course, along with high risks comes high returns.

Since this place may not have been explored by other interlopers for thousands of years, there are too many treasures and magical items to count.

Even though more than five members had been killed, the adventurers and mercenaries still showed no intention of retreating.

Moreover, the corpses of these five people were transformed into intelligent undead within one to four minutes after death.

"Grease Technique! Quickly prepare the Grease Technique! Two humanoid golems are rushing over from the left!"

"Don't rush! The mage is already preparing! Damn it, why are there so many constructs in this ghost place? Don't the Imaskans need to spend money to make golems?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Keep an eye on the passage behind! Don't let undead creatures poke our butts again! With the proceeds from this expedition, each of us can share a large amount of money and live like a rich man."

"The golem is coming! Raise your shield!!!!"

Amidst the nervous roars and shouts, the strong warrior at the front raised the giant magic tower shield he had just obtained, and collided head-on with the oncoming golem.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

After a loud noise, the dust accumulated on the ground in the passage was instantly stirred up, blocking the view of many people.

But what is unbelievable is that he actually withstood the impact of the steel golem weighing several tons and stood motionless in place.

But if you look closely, you will find that the surface of the tower shield in this guy's hand forms a colorless and translucent wall.

Obviously, it is this force field wall that absorbs almost all the impact, so it can stand firmly in place.

Otherwise, given the size, weight, and strength gap between ordinary people and golems, anyone flying any closer would be disrespectful of traditional mechanics, and Newton and others might rise up.

You don't need to ask to know that the biggest function of this shield is to provide absolute defense against physical attacks.

Unless the enemy can destroy the force wall, it is basically impossible to attack the person holding this shield.

Unfortunately, the Golem, who has low IQ and no ability to think independently, cannot understand this well.

After an unsuccessful attack, he immediately picked up his sandbag-sized fists and started smashing them wildly, intending to beat the intruder in front of him into a pulp.

But all the attacks were eventually blocked by the tower shield.

Another warrior next to him took the opportunity to slam the golem's weight-bearing knee from the side.

The mage also released the greasy spell in time, greatly reducing the friction under the golem's feet and unable to fully exert its own strength.

With tacit cooperation and rich combat experience, the two steel golems fell into the hands of despicable adventurers.

After another tense and exciting battle ended, everyone in the team who was still alive sat down on the ground and gasped for air.

Even though there were only two enemies and the battle lasted only a few minutes, it took a huge toll on both physical strength and energy.

After all, the Iron Golem can make countless mistakes, and as long as it succeeds once, it will definitely cause serious injury or even death.

But if adventurers and mercenaries make one mistake, they will die on the spot.

With one punch, the kidneys might even fly out of the broken body.

"Hi...Your Excellency, Employer, I think we can no longer move forward, so why not stop here for today." The elderly team leader suggested breathlessly.

"Can!"

Zuo Si nodded in agreement very reasonably.

Thanks to the desperate fighting of these adventurers and mercenaries, he has noticed where the core part of the entire ruins is.

All that's left is to wait for everyone to rest and sleep at night, then sneak in quietly to confirm the situation.

If this is really the entrance to the Crystal Prison, then the last material to build the God-killing weapon has been gathered.

No matter how powerful God-Slayer Pandrim is, it will only be sealed into the sword and become a tool.

And compared to the difficult spirit and consciousness, Zuo Si actually liked the other party's stripped body more.

With this thought in mind, he and the team who had rested for a while quickly returned to the camp on the surface.

Since they had consumed too much energy during the day, the tired adventurers and mercenaries simply ate something and then lay in the tent and fell asleep, not noticing at all that there was an extra layer of hair on their backs under their clothes. There are some strange black spots.

What's even worse is that everyone who enters deep sleep starts to have the same nightmare.

In the dream, they saw a sphere with a radius of nine meters that looked extremely twisted and looked like a strange black hole. It was staring at them with a pair of light spots that they didn't know were eyes or something else.

In just a few seconds, the person in the dream saw the explosion of the sphere and the destruction of the world and the gods.

"Betrayal! Betrayal! Betrayal! All betrayers will pay the price for their actions!"

The people trapped in the dream could very clearly hear the crazy shouts echoing in their ears.

Unfortunately, they couldn't get rid of this nightmare, and even waking up became a luxury. They were forced to watch their hometown be destroyed thousands of times over and over again.

Of course, Zuo Si knew nothing about the nightmares these adventurers were having.

After sorting out the collected information and notes, he casually left a real phantom behind and quietly entered the depths of the ruins again.

Different from being cautious before, Zuo Si moved quite fast because he had locked the target.

No matter what obstacles you encounter along the way, they will be resolved in an instant.

These monsters and traps used to block the progress of mortals cannot interfere with him at all.

Just ten minutes later, Zuo Si stood in front of the huge portal in the center of the ruins.

"Leave! Intruder! This is not the place you should be! The seal must remain intact, otherwise the whole world will be in huge crisis."

A construct creature nearly two meters tall and made entirely of fine gold slowly stood up from the chair.

Along with it, there are nine other constructs with almost the same appearance.

One of them was missing his left arm.

Obviously, the arm Zuo Si obtained in the brown dragon's lair should belong to this guy.

And unlike those ordinary golems, they are obviously made one to one according to real people, using a lot of transformation magic, so that the hard metal faces can also make a variety of complex expressions.

The most important thing is that the weapons held by these guys are all scepters or staffs about one and a half meters long.

Construct caster?

Zuo Si's eyes shone with strong curiosity and desire for knowledge.

Because the modern magic technology developed from the Netherese civilization can also create golems that can cast spells, the types of spells that can be cast are often very limited.

Spells are usually stored in the golem's body in a model-constant manner, and are released by consuming energy.

If the creator did not store the corresponding spells, then the golem would never be able to be released, let alone have the ability to learn.

But these anthropomorphic constructs made by the Imasca Empire are different.

They obviously possess high enough intelligence, and the surging magic power in their bodies is comparable to that of legendary mages, and they even possess a faint light of soul...

After realizing this, Zuo Si immediately asked: "Is this one of the two crystal prisons where Pandrim, the God-Slayer, is imprisoned?"

"This question is beyond our authority, and I can't give you an answer. But if you get close to the portal again, then we will immediately launch an attack until you are killed."

The leader Golem expressed his position very simply.

And while it was speaking, ten golems surrounded Zuo Si from different angles, and the weapons in their hands began to shine with the unique light of arcane magic.

“You said you don’t have the authority, that means I’m in the right place.

If you don't mind, could you tell me what happened that year?

Why did the ruler of the Supreme Imasca Empire clearly possess such a secret weapon that could lead to death, but in the end he did not choose to release it?

Was it that the gods of Mulhorand and Unther were too powerful and caught them off guard, or did the people in power hesitate in the end?

Also, how are your anthropomorphic golems and spellcasting systems created? "

Zuo Si threw out all the questions that interested him.

Although I don’t expect these wisdom golems to have all the answers, it’s always good to know a little more.

Unfortunately, the leader of the demons clearly saw his thoughts, and without saying a word, he shot a ray containing negative energy from the front of the staff.

The other nine golems also took action at the same time, using the weapons in their hands to release spells.

In just one second, a large amount of magic roared in and overwhelmed Zuo Si.

"interesting!

So funny!

Your method of casting spells actually does not require chanting spells and casting movements!

Is this the masterpiece of the top artificer of the Supreme Imaskar Empire? "

Zuo Si's eyes shone slightly, and he directly ignored all spells below the fifth level, and only defended against those above the fifth level.

"The target danger level has been increased to the highest level! The ultimate weapon is authorized for use!"

The leader of the golem obviously noticed that his opponent was immune to spells below the fifth level, and his two eyes immediately began to flash with dazzling white light.

The next second...

boom! ! ! ! ! !

All the weapons in the hands of the golem began to compress and gather energy crazily. At the same time, the originally seemingly sluggish body became extremely agile under the blessing of energy, and could even release spells through the other hand.

Every time a spell is cast, the surrounding magic network will vibrate violently.

You don't need to ask to know that the energy gathered by these weapons at this moment is enough to pose a considerable threat to demon lords, big devils, and even gods.

No wonder that in the war that was finally destroyed, the rulers of the Imasca Empire were able to fight head-on with so many descending gods for a long time.

The constructs, magic items, and artifacts it creates are truly unique.

Unfortunately, these golems encountered Zuo Si, a planeswalker.

A pure energy attack like this is the best tonic for him as long as it doesn't exceed the upper limit.

Therefore, Zuo Si did not give the golems a chance to release their energy, and directly used all his strength to absorb the power of the sparks, and the area around his chest showed a dazzling bright light.

In just a few seconds, as the brightness of the sparks continued to increase, the brightness of the weapons in the hands of the golems quickly dimmed.

The golem with only one arm lost even the strength to support its body movements and fell to the ground with a plop.

The other golems also rushed forward after excessive energy loss, trying to take down this dangerous intruder through hand-to-hand combat.

clang!

With the crisp sound of metal colliding together, Zuo Si finally pulled out his weapon to block the attack of one of the demons, then grabbed the opponent's wrist and threw his heavy body to the other demon like a chicken. picture.

boom!

Boom!

The two golems first collided with each other, and then hit the wall not far away.

Although driven by magical power, each of these golems has a reaction speed that is not inferior to that of high-level thieves and rangers. Melee combat is also quite methodical. It is obvious that the abilities of warriors were added during the production.

But for Zuo Si, who has rich combat experience, it is obviously not enough.

Even if he doesn't transform into a devil form that's better at physical combat, he can still deal with it easily.

The reason why he didn't kill him was because he wanted to drain the opponent's energy and put him into a sleep state, and then make it into a card and take it back for research.

After all, these anthropomorphic golems are the crystallization of the knowledge, wisdom and technology of the Supreme Imaskar Empire.

Anyone who breaks a Zuo Si will feel distressed.

He is not a loser like the gods Mulhorand and Unther, and he does not care at all about the glorious achievements of mortal civilization.

“Self-test.

The body is 5% damaged and the stored energy is 15% below the warning level.

The efficiency of drawing from the magic network is much lower than the consumption rate.

In order to prevent intruders from entering the portal, the magic detonation program is activated..."

Following the robot-like whisper of the leader golem, the lights in the eyes of all the other golems that could still move began to flash at a very fast speed, and the temperature of the core of the body also soared.

But how could Zuo Si, who had been busy for a long time, give the opponent a chance to self-destruct? He directly stretched out his hand and pressed it on the chests of the golems, draining away the remaining energy inside. At the same time, he used the sword in his hand to cut off their connection with the magic network. the link to.

In the end, the hot bodies of these anthropomorphic golems quickly cooled down in less than two or three minutes, and they lay motionless on the ground, ready to be slaughtered.

Without saying a word, Zuo Si immediately made all the golems into planeswalker cards and kept them.

Although he wanted to take one of them apart immediately for study, he resisted the urge and set his sights on the portal located in the center of the hall.

Obviously, if you want to enter the crystal prison where the God Killer is imprisoned, you need to find the key to activate this thing.

But the question is where is the key?

Zuo Si looked around and soon discovered something strange on the relief of a pillar.

This relief is painted in a secret room, where many people dressed as mages are surrounding a similar portal, seemingly performing some kind of summoning ritual.

Immediately afterwards, a round sphere suddenly appeared out of thin air, and exploded instantly, causing an extremely terrifying disaster.

The last few surviving mages separated the sphere from another soul-like thing and sealed them in two different places.

The last picture shows the leader of the mage holding up two very strange-looking metal devices.

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Zuo Si understood that these two metal devices were the keys to open the portal and enter the crystal prison. Only by getting one of them and successfully pairing can the corresponding portal be opened.