Zerg in the crystal wall world

Tofdir is an "elder" of the Bryneton family.

He is already more than 740 years old and is already the "ancestor" of a branch of the family. He no longer needs to fulfill his reproductive tasks and can already choose to transform himself into elemental life in order to obtain infinite lifespan and more. A tremendous strength.

Moreover, it happened to be a rare opportunity in a thousand years like the advance of the blood moon.

So that he no longer needs to wait hundreds of years for the moon phase to perform the conversion ceremony.

But... the remaining machine souls in the goblin ruins were constantly getting stuck for no apparent reason.

He was unlucky. He encountered a system error just after jumping into the element furnace's filling port.

The soul pulling procedure failed to proceed normally, so he was roasted in the "pretreatment room" for half a minute...

This is the inheritance motto of the Blaneyton family, "Blood and magic come from the same source". Their body's ability to accommodate excited elements and magic resistance are both ridiculously high.

He has discovered the power of his bloodline to an extremely high level, and his soul strength has reached between the seventh and eighth levels, almost epic, so he was not burned alive in the elemental furnace like several of his old friends.

Even so, all of his skin was scorched.

Although it is not a fatal injury to high-level blue-blood nobles. But it will take several years to recover, and it may leave scars, and no hair will grow from then on.

The best choice is to perform another elementalization ceremony. As long as it can be transformed into elemental life, the physical pain will naturally not matter.

But the premise is...the element furnace can operate stably. If it's baked inside again, even Bryneton will be overripe.

Now he can only be wrapped like a rice dumpling, lying in the medical station in the underground shelter of the bunker for infusion.

Yes, infusion.

Of course, the Bryneton family does not have such things as infusion needles, but this earthly heritage can also produce such medical equipment.

Some of the preserved self-disciplined dolls with "skillful hands" can complete operations such as injections, bandaging, and simple surgeries.

However, the infusion bag at this time did not contain a burn rehydration solution that specifically replenished electrolytes, but a "healing potion" prepared through the potion science passed down by the family - the goblin's drug production line was not preserved.

The IV bag has been specially enchanted.

A bag drained.

Then a mage apprentice came from outside leading a "skillful" puppet suspended in mid-air holding a tray.

"Hey, you're just in time," Tovdir said unceremoniously, "Call your tower master and his uncle to me."

Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I might as well just scold the mage here to relieve my boredom. The boy named Wilson is very energetic. His bloodline has deteriorated and he is almost like ordinary people, but he is still arrogant.

"Yes, elder." The mage apprentice responded and continued to direct his skillful hands to work.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Thordif asked aloud.

The skillful demon puppet actually pulled out the injection needle in his left hand, replaced it with his right hand and inserted it again.

"Sir, the effect of this bag is slightly different from that of the upper bag. It is safer to switch to the injection point on the other side."

"If you want to change the medicine, you have to wait at least seven minutes for the magic power to subside. It's really unreasonable." Tovdil complained, but did not refuse.

Wait for the skillful hand to fix the needle.

The mage apprentice bowed again: "Please continue to rest, I will inform the tower master."

"go Go."

The apprentice left the ward with skillful hands.

Tovdir noticed something was wrong.

As a high-level blue-blood noble, his senses were far more sensitive than ordinary mages. The footsteps stopped outside the door. The apprentice did not go to find the tower master as he said.

His attention returned to his own IV tube.

The infusion speed was adjusted to the fastest speed. Although the infusion tube was designed for the small body plate of the goblin, it was inserted into the body of a high-level blue-blood noble. Even if it flowed at full speed, there was no discomfort.

But at this time, he had nothing else to do except lying on the hospital bed, so there was no need to lose so quickly.

Partly out of caution, partly out of boredom.

Tolfdir casts an earth elemental scrying.

It is a detection spell that relies on sensing the surrounding earth elements.

After all, most poisonous potions contain excessive earth elements.

However, the perception spell had just appeared, and he had not yet paid attention to the potion in the infusion bag.

He was shocked by the frequent creeping reactions coming from the mezzanine of the wall.

At this time, the inside of the wall mezzanine, ventilation ducts, and drainage ducts were almost filled with a moving thing!

Snapped--

The door to the room was violently opened.

The skillful demon puppet that had just injected him with an acupuncture tilted its body and rushed towards him.

The medical electric drill on the robotic arm buzzed and headed straight for his head.

Bilibili--

A thick electric arc spurted out from Tovdil's hand. The current burned his bandage, exposing the charred skin underneath, and completely burned the infusion needle.

There is no construction process for the formation of the arc. Strictly speaking, it is not considered magic, but the blood talent of the Bryneton family, the manipulation of magic power.

The Skillful Hand Golem was not a fighting machine at all. After being hit by this attack, it immediately crackled and exploded and lost its ability to move.

At the same time, the mage apprentice at the door also rushed over.

Tovdir found that his eyes were flashing with an abnormal red light, and disgusting tentacles protruded from his mouth and nose. He was obviously a mage from the Bryneton family, but at this time he pounced on him like a wild beast.

When Tovdir planned to repeat his old trick and electrocute him to death.

A suppressive force suddenly came, and the magic power in his body suddenly lost control.

It's the Titan Sphere!

Tovdir immediately judged.

The core of the mage tower, made from the body fragments of the Titan, can exert the Titan's protective power to a certain extent.

The essence of magic is fragmented souls. Most magicians use magic to establish contact with these soul fragments through soul contracts and soul resonance.

There are also those that indirectly manipulate magic through special structures that accommodate magic. This is the path taken by Warcraft and most magical creatures.

But Titans are different. Their ability to control magic is more of a kind of authority than a skill or talent. Just like the anti-distortion properties of the dragon's body, it is an unreasonable power.

For Bryneton, who has a large amount of magic power stored in his body, this is no less than a dimensionality reduction blow.

Blood spat out of Tovdil's mouth like it was free. Weightlessness, freezing, arcing, burning... just the natural phenomena caused by the convergence of the four magic powers caused him to be seriously injured.

But he still didn't lose his ability to resist.

After all, he has a soul close to the eighth level, and his physical strength is not weak.

Reaching out to grab the solid wood bedside table, Tovdil threw it out with one hand, hitting the approaching apprentice and sending it flying with a crackling sound.

cough--

Tovdir spat out a mouthful of blood again, and reluctantly relied on his will to suppress the remaining magic power in his body.

While crawling towards the hanger where his robe and staff were stored not far away, he connected the ring on his right hand and tried to ask for help from the clan.

But at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly struck from the needle hole in his right hand.

"Ah——" Tovdil cried out.

The potion I just injected!

Tovdir finally understood why the apprentice wanted to replace his infused hands. Their target was the blue blood ring from the beginning.

That is to say, he responded quickly and the virus in the infusion bag had not yet infected his central nervous system.

But his right hand, which was undergoing infusion, was completely out of control.

I saw veins bulging out in his right hand, and the muscles were tangled into a solid knot. After a few clicks, his own bones were actually broken.

Finally, with a hiss, the arm fell completely from his shoulder, and the wrist and elbow moved together, arching and arching away.

Tovdil almost fainted from the pain, but he still crawled towards his equipment location.

As long as he gets the wand and robe, he can at least regain a certain amount of spellcasting ability.

Zizzi... In the heart-wrenching sound, the wall where the clothes hangers were located was corroded, and countless tentacles swept away his equipment - the building materials in the living area of ​​the shelter were not reinforced to such a high standard.

Snapped--

The vent was knocked open, and a large number of tentacles spurted out along with rich yellow dust.

it's over...

before losing consciousness. Tovdir still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

The Titan fragments in the Titan Sphere are so tiny that they can't do anything to the Elemental Furnace.

Those elders guarding the element furnace should still have hope...

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