Magus Tech

Looking at Galo, a big hole blown out of his chest with a single shot of the killing staff, Li Cha shook his head gently and briefly cleaned the scene.

Galo’s strength is actually not weak. It is proof that he can withstand the attacks of his dozen or so stab-type miniature spell tracking missiles. However, this is no matter how strong it is. For him, it only needs more investment in miniature spell tracking missiles, or more investment in production materials and production hours.

When he began to use the magic pattern template, through photolithography, and tried to produce small-scale magic spells to track the missile, the other party's strength was no more, and the corresponding number was nothing more than a number.

In a sense, Gallo died very worthless and suffocated, like a well-trained elite warrior, who was killed with a bullet.

Galo and the rest of the wizards died because of negligence in combat, not because of loopholes, or because of their own mistakes, but because of the level of crushing—the level of combat thinking.

And this is what he is after.

Through continuous efforts, overcoming all kinds of difficulties, becoming the strongest individual, becoming the king standing at the peak of strength, it sounds very exciting and bloody.

But in his eyes, this is completely backward performance.

Effort is a commendable quality, but it is too stupid to rely on effort to solve everything, or in other words, too lazy in thinking.

After all, if everything can be solved by hard work, the one who stands at the top of the social class should be a pair of miners and talents, not a nobility with a big belly.

In the current world, he has no intention to become the strongest. What he has to do is to analyze everything, figure out all the principles, so that he can always control the life and death of life, including the strongest.

What does it mean to be number one in the world?

It is interesting to analyze, master, and subvert the rules of the whole world.

Thinking of these, Richard turned his head to look aside.

The sound of "sand rustle" sounded, and he fled the Sande before and walked back slowly.

...

Sande, who came back, glanced at the scene first, glanced at the bodies of all the wizards of the truth society, and then squeezed his mouth and was silent.

Richard looked at Shande and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Sander shook his head. "Just suddenly thought that in a short time, this may be the last time I helped revenge for Sofia. After that, I will try to resurrect Sofia. I hope I can succeed, I hope Sofia Won't blame me."

After speaking, Sande took a deep breath and looked at Richard: "If you can, please wait for a while, I want to do something, and then talk about the transaction between us."

"Okay." Li Cha agreed, then asked curiously, "What do you want to do?"

Sande did not answer aloud, but gave the answer by action.

Striding forward, Sande walked towards the corpses in the field, piled one body together, and then dragged several bodies from the castle to build a corpse mountain.

Lips opened and the spell was pronounced, and an oil-green flame came out of his hand, and he threw it at the corpse mountain.

"puff!"

The oil-green flame spread quickly and burned.

Under the flames, the corpses were twisted, not turned into ashes, but turned into black stone-like substances. By the end the flame went out, and all the corpses turned into a large irregular black rock.

Looking at the black rock, Sander carefully pulled out a pink scarf from his arms, sniffed hard, and put it close to his body.

He said to himself: "Sophia, please wait for me to resurrect you. If I fail, please forgive me, and I will revenge with all my strength until I die."

After speaking, Sande looked at Richard, and approached, saying, "Okay, now we can talk about our deal."

"it is good."

"In our transaction, what you have to pay has basically been paid, and the rest should be paid by me. The first is my promise to help you do something in the future, I will definitely realize it." Sande said seriously, "However, considering that when you need my help, I may be anywhere, so I need to leave you a communication prop."

"What?" Richard asked, looking at Sande.

"That's it." Sande said, holding the left thumb with his right hand and folding it hard. With a click, like breaking a dead wood branch, the uppermost phalanx came off.

While doing this, Sande didn’t have any painful expression on his face, but seriously put the broken phalanx on the palm of his right hand, chanting mantras, so that the phalanx quickly crystallized and turned black, eventually becoming an obsidian cylinder. thing.

Hand the obsidian column to Richard, Sande said: "This is the message channel tool I gave you, because I have done special treatment with the spell, so no matter how far away, I will feel it. You need my help At that time, when the mana is injected and activated, I will know, and then I will come at the fastest speed. A short period of a few days, or a month, will definitely arrive."

"I know." Richard said, collecting the obsidian cylinder.

Sande added: "In addition to the promise to help you, there is one more thing, that is to help you prove your fictitious identity-my teacher.

To be honest, I don't know how to do it, because I have never done such a thing. But no matter what, I will really try to pretend that there is such a teacher. In addition, I can give you this thing. "

After talking, Sande came up with a small cloth bag, which contained black crystal powder and handed it to Richard.

"What is this?" Richard asked.

"This thing is called the devil's horn powder, and it is a very precious casting material. I finally got it. But I can't use it at present, because this thing is used to cast some more powerful and taboo spells.

If I really have a teacher, then he may be very skilled at using this material to cast spells, which is a kind of verification of your fictitious identity. "

"Very good." Richard said, also accepted.

"Oh, that's right." After that, Sande thought of something, and found a square box from his body. The shape is extremely delicate, but the volume is only one size larger than a matchbox, like a miniature sculpture.

Handing the box to Richard, Sande introduced: "This is my first adventure~www.readwn.com~ I found it next to the book of inheriting wizards. I have been trying to study this thing, but always I can't figure out what it is. The second half of the inheritance wizard book has been modified and has no introduction, so I have no clue so far.

Not surprisingly, this thing is a waste in my hands, so give it to you. If it works for you, it is the best, if it is not useful, you can also help me throw it away. "

Richard reached out and took the box sent by Sander, clearly feeling the coldness of the box, the extremely hard, and the special material. Look at the complicated lines on the box again, and look at the black spirits of the undead looming from Shande's body. His eyes widened slightly, and there was a guess in his heart.

However, guesses cannot be confirmed, and Richard simply did not say anything, just nodded and put away.

At this time, Sande's expression was right: "Now, even if our transaction is completed. I'm leaving, I hope there is a chance, we can meet again. I hope that when we meet, I have resurrected Sofia."

"So bless you," Richard said.

"Thank you." Sander did not respond with much expression, and turned away quickly.

Watching Sande leave, Richard did not rush back to the Blue Lake Manor, blinked, turned and walked into the castle, preparing to gather more information about the truth—this will help him implement his next plan.

But in the castle, he didn't search long before he sensed anything. Turning his head slightly, he looked in a direction outside the castle, and after a while, a strange expression appeared on his face. At the next moment, the expression became meaningful again, without being too loud, just walking towards the depths of the castle.