Magus Tech

The old lich stared at it all expressionlessly, and because he had reversed too much, he no longer knew what kind of mood to deal with.

Watching the eight-armed skull attack with ease, watching the opponent's terrifying strength show, the previous picture of the other party's embarrassment falling down and absorbing his power through a handshake flashed continuously.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered what Richard had said before. When Richard said, he didn't understand it, and he doesn't quite understand it now, but vaguely felt that it might be more suitable for the current situation.

Richard once said that energy will neither be produced nor disappeared, but will only be transformed from one form to another, or transferred from one object to another. In this process, the total amount of energy remains changing.

Perhaps the eight-armed skeleton had used all its power on the first bone gun, so after throwing it out, it became very weak. Later, after absorbing his power, he was able to re-operate five bone guns and beat Ximu.

If this is said, he is actually more powerful than an eight-armed skeleton. After all, the strength of the eight-armed skeleton can control a bone gun to attack once. After absorbing his energy, he was able to control the five bone guns to attack multiple times.

According to calculations, his strength should be more than five times that of an eight-armed skeleton.

But why, even stronger, he can't beat tinwood, but the eight-armed skull can beat tinwood instead?

The old lich man thought hard, and the eight-armed skull next to him was hitting Ximu more and more miserably with five bone piercing guns.

At first, Ximu shouted angrily, trying to resist, and his tone gradually weakened.

"Damn it, your bones, I saw your fall, why did it suddenly become so powerful?"

"Damn, what evil spells did you use, how could it hurt me so much?"

"Stop, you stop me, otherwise I'm welcome!"

"You... can you penetrate my whole body?!"

"Don't...don't attack, I'm wrong."

"Ah! Wouldn't I surrender!"

"I surrender, don't fight!"

Ximu's tone became weaker and weaker. After being pierced by an eight-armed skeleton with a huge five-in-one bone gun, he began to surrender with some fear.

However, the eight-armed skull was deaf to the sound, and continued to attack, as if it was necessary to completely smash the tin wood into scum before willing to give up.

In the clutter, the old lich man couldn't think any more, shook his head, and said angrily: "Forget it, don't want it, don't want it anymore. Maybe, what a **** calculation I didn't expect. I'm just a lich who can use spells. What's the use of figuring out these?"

At the end, I couldn't help but turned my head to look at the eight-armed skull, raised my eyebrows and asked, "Hey, who, do you really want to kill it?"

The eight-armed skull glanced sideways at the old lich, and the golden flame in his eyes waved like a watermark. Then he turned back and waved his hands, and the five bone guns again shouted mercilessly towards Ximu.

"Poo poo poo" several times, the bone gun stabs on the tree trunk that has been scarred, so that the dying tin wood once again issued a few painful cry.

"Ah! Ah!"

The old lich looked and touched his nose and suddenly stopped talking. Although he did not figure out why the "weak" eight-armed skeleton can beat the stronger tin wood than him. But it is clearly realized that his position in the Garden of Eden may have fallen by one, so let's talk less.

...

the other side.

Eden, in an independent study.

"Squeak!"

The piercing sirens came in, still echoing.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

The golden retriever dog shrank in the corner, still barking at the door.

"Shusha..."

Pandora was sitting behind the table, holding a quill pen, writing on the papyrus, and continuously calculating with his big round eyes.

I don't know if it's a problem that the brain needs to dissipate heat at high speed. The bangs on his head have all been pushed to the side, revealing a curved forehead, with a drop of crystal sweat beads hanging slowly sliding down.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly Pandora stopped holding the quill pen, and quickly wrote a series of numbers on the papyrus, and shot it against the table, looking up excitedly: "I figured it out, I figured it out!"

Successfully calculated, the mathematical model of "improved set spell puppet".

Breathing lightly, shaking his head, flicking the sweat beads hanging from his forehead, Pandora put down the quill pen in his hand and began to sort out the scattered paper on the desktop. Then his brows frowned slightly. A harsh "squeak" sound.

As soon as Pandora stopped, she suddenly looked out of the door and said in surprise: "Is there an alarm? When did it sound?"

No one answered.

Pandora pursed her lips, turned her head angrily, looked at the corner, and reprimanded the golden retriever dog shrinking there: "Don't tell me that it has been ringing for a long time, why don't you remind me!"

"Wang! Wang! Wang!"

The Golden Retriever dog cried out in grievance, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes, as if to say: am I not reminding enough? Speak conscience, Wang!

"Forget it, I won't talk to you first." Pandora replied after hearing the call of the golden retriever dog. "Let's go out and see, I hope it's not too late."

After talking, Pandora easily jumped over the huge desk, slammed open the door, and ran outside.

The scene outside was immediately displayed in her eyes.

I saw that the old Lich was in a very awkward posture, paralyzed on the ground, but it didn't seem to be hurt too seriously, but it was a bit off-like a negative number obviously less than zero, but still forced to force Squared, it becomes imaginary without accident-it becomes an imaginary number.

Next to the old Lich, there is a somewhat familiar eight-armed skull standing, which looks a bit like the one who didn't listen to the old Lich at all, and is controlling five bone guns to attack Ximu.

Ximu seems to have no resistance in a big pit, let the eight-armed skeleton slaughter, and keep screaming, but no death is certain.

Seeing this, Pandora quickly guessed what happened before.

Unsurprisingly, it should be that Ximu was in trouble and found trouble. He was discovered by the old Lich and wanted to stop it. But the old Lich was a bit weak, and he had never beaten him, but was beaten by Ximu. At this time, the eight-armed skeleton arrived at ~www.readwn.com~ to rescue the old lich and avenge Ximu.

"call--"

Pandora exhaled and couldn't help saying: "Great!"

Perhaps the sound was a bit loud, and everyone present was aware of it. The old lich looked at it immediately, with a surprised expression on his face, and then turned into sorrow and complained loudly: "Hey, little girl, where were you just now? How? Come now! Do you know that I was almost killed!"

The flame in the eyes of the eight-armed skull flashed, looking at Pandora, and the attack stopped.

Ximu seized the opportunity and shouted with all his strength: "Hey, I surrender, I surrender! Don't hit me, I surrender! That little girl, if you hear me, I surrender, don't attack again!"

Pandora looked at Ximu, but did not answer, but his lips were slightly closed and he said to himself. Closer, you can hear faintly: "Great, the troubled tree hasn't been killed yet. If it's not killed, there is still a chance to shoot, so to say... it's not too late."

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