Release that Witch

The spindle-shaped skeleton of the magic core swelled openly, and the purple radiance flowed over it, causing a cold color on the ground of the hall. Then the two-meter-high behemoth slowly rotates, with the flickering fluorescence, which is as beautiful as the neon lanterns of later generations.

But those skeletons that were opened out of thin air were telling Roland that the magic really exceeded the "physical" category to some extent. There are no fulcrums, but they can be separated, as if there are a pair of invisible hands involved in them.

“How did the underground civilization make these things?” He looked at Pasha. “If you give the materials, can you make a copy?”

"I am afraid I can't do it now, squat," Pasha shook her head. "Although I don't want to admit it, this ethnic group's research on magic is far more advanced than the federation. Celine is already the leader of the Quest, and has only learned how to learn it for hundreds of years. Operate them."

"The lack of manpower is also a major problem," said Celine. "The analysis of its structure is no less than the mere instillation of magic. We must feel thousands of contacts at the same time, in order to roughly see its full picture, and ordinary people's skin can not do it. at this point."

"In other words, if you want to understand it, you have to be what you are now?" Tilly asked.

"Yes, it's like the summer worm doesn't know the cold of winter. The scorpion can't hear the sound of everything." Celine was quite helpless. "I can't even describe my feelings in human language because of the existing vocabulary. There is no similar expression at all, so now only I and Pasha can control the magic core."

"Wait... What do you mean, the original seemingly rough master on the carrier is actually very sensitive?" Roland was surprised.

"It's not just the Lord's whiskers, but every tentacles," said Saline. "They can distinguish between hot and cold, smell, wet and dry... and subtle to extreme touches. The Lord must even feel the magic directly. The flow. So once you transfer to the carrier, you can no longer adapt to the body of the past. Why, are you interested in it?"

"No, I just ask casually..." Roland couldn't help but open his eyes. At this critical time, don't think about it anymore. The Lord must be sensitive again, and it is also a powerful weapon of the original carrier. He remembers that Felice said that the power itself is not weaker than the **** witch.

However, it can be seen that as an ordinary person wants to study the magic power, there is an almost insurmountable scorpio that can't even be perceived, and how to study it? This is destined to be a discipline that belongs to only a few people before reliable observations are obtained.

"The third core has been adjusted to the soul instrument mode, and the transfer is about to begin," Celine's voice interrupted his thoughts. With this reminder, Pasha and Elsie also inserted the mains into the spindle. .

Roland's eyes widened, for fear of missing a trace of detail.

But in fact, there is nothing strange about this process. I saw two rays of light coming out of the core, covering the two stone beds below, and the magic filled in the skeleton quickly surged. In half a quarter of an hour, Celine grew a sigh of relief. "Good luck, this guy can indeed be captured by the soul instrument, and now only wait for it to attach to the godly warrior."

"This is over?" He blinked.

"In fact, soul transfer is a process of exchanging keys," Pasha explained. "If you look through the colorful magic stone, you will see that the light column that originally belonged to the devil has been taken away from the gods."

The voice of the ancient witch has not yet fallen, and the original warrior who was still motionless suddenly opened his eyes!

The facial features on his face were wrinkled into a group, which was extraordinarily embarrassing. Not only did the nose groan in the throat, but the body could not shake. The fingers were bent like a dead wood in several directions. This strange scene made the onlookers unable to help themselves. The ground took a step back.

“It’s just like being stuffed into a strange body,” Zoe said. “We didn’t look much better after our first transformation. If no one helps, we can’t even eat.”

Roland couldn't help but think of a group of exiled witches crawling and rolling in the cold hole... I can hold my teeth for more than ten years, no matter which aspect is a strong-willed person.

"At the moment, it is also the most chaotic time for the devil's thoughts, so I will hand it over to Ms. Carmela." She looked at everyone. "If you want to know what information, just ask, if there is an answer, I will repeat its thoughts." Come out." Zoe paused. "I have another request."

"You said." Roland nodded.

"No matter what happens, as long as I don't stop, please don't interrupt the resonance." She said in a word, "Everything is subject to interrogation."

"This..." The look on Camilla Darry's face finally changed.

"I know," he did not hesitate. Roland soon promised that the other party had already realized it. Now worrying about it is just a matter of doing it. It is also a small embarrassment.

"If that's the case, then I have to show my ability." The sleeping housekeeper looked at him deeply, then raised his hands and placed them on the shoulders of Zoe and the warrior.

Zoe’s face suddenly appeared painful.

Then she couldn't stand it, and she screamed out, but in a moment, Roland knew that the devil was vocal, and the connected soul made the devil snarl with her mouth.

"What have you done to me!?" Her voice was somewhat distorted all the time. "Low creeping species, let me go! Or I want this female to look good!"

The witches couldn’t help but breathe. "Is Zoe her..."

"This is just intimidation," Anna said calmly. "You look at her fingers."

At this time, everyone noticed that the right hand of the witch was holding a finger and swinging back and forth easily, apparently not being controlled.

Roland also guessed the other's thoughts. Obviously, this kind of communication is more direct than the question and answer. The time left for the devil to think and resist is also less.

"Low crawling species?" he sneered. "What is that that you lost to us?"

"I...wrong?" The devil groaned, his voice suddenly dropped, and the painful expression reappeared, but Roland could not tell whether the pain was from the devil's confused thoughts or Zoe himself.

"Yes, you were almost sifted into a sieve, and your army was completely annihilated. Half of them died on the spot, and the other half did not survive to escape to Takira." But now is not relaxing, he said by the momentum, "We also filled the underground camp by the way, and fired thousands of devils into fly ash at the same time. So, tell me who is the lower class!?"

By the last sentence, his tone had become a question.

"No, it's impossible! Unless, unless..." Zoe's head swayed from side to side. After a while, he looked up and muttered in a shocking tone. "Don't you grab a piece of heritage, and the group got it." Upgraded? Those weapons... are also based on the contents of the debris?"

Roland immediately caught the key words. "What is the inheritance of the debris? What does it mean to upgrade?"