Spellcasting Heavens

There is no doubt that the destructive power of the bionic alchemy puppet is absolutely amazing.

Especially in densely populated city streets, every attack will cause all buildings within a radius of tens of meters to turn into ruins. Residents will either be directly hit by the terrifying beam of light and die without even a scrap of debris left. or be burned alive into coke by the scorching high temperature.

I don't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate, but because the whole process was so fast, most of the deceased didn't even feel the pain.

Standing next to a collapsed house, Luke was staring with a solemn expression at the alchemical being not far away who was covered in armor. His whole body was highly concentrated.

Although the two sides have only met for less than five minutes, they have already fought for several rounds. He is very aware of how terrifying the opponent's destructive power is, and he also knows that ordinary attacks cannot really hurt the high magic resistance. The internal structure inside the armor.

Obviously, this is the first real enemy he has encountered in this world.

As for those previous plunderers, they were at best ants that could be easily crushed to death and had never threatened his life.

Just when Luke was ready, trying to wait for the opponent to launch the next attack, and use the time difference to counterattack, the eyes of the bionic alchemy puppet who called himself the Shadow of Death suddenly flashed a bright light, followed by the eyes covered under the visor. A low, hoarse sound came from his mouth.

Good morning, child from an unknown race. I didn't expect that you have grown so big in just twelve years.

You...you have wisdom? Luke was undoubtedly startled, with unconcealable surprise on his face.

You must know that creating a puppet that simply knows how to obey orders and creating a living life with independent consciousness and judgment are two completely different concepts.

The latter involves a series of complex and esoteric knowledge, including shaping the soul, and cannot be achieved simply by magic.

Me? Have intelligence? No, no, no, if you are referring to this puppet, it does not have any intelligence. The person you are talking to now is me, the master who remotely controls it from a long distance. The bionic puppet smiled explained.

It can be seen that the controller is very excited at the moment, revealing an inexplicable excitement and fanaticism.

So, these looters are hired by you? Luke frowned subconsciously.

Do not know why,

He suddenly felt that this matter was not as simple as he thought, let alone a matter of interests.

Employed? Hahahahaha! Do you think they are qualified to be hired by me? No, they are just a group of insignificant chess pieces thrown out to test your reaction. But now it seems that these guys have overfulfilled their tasks. Do you know? We met once twelve years ago, but at that time I was frightened and failed to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. In the past twelve years, I have been looking for your whereabouts, and today I finally found you. found it.

When saying these words, the bionic alchemy puppet raised its hands high under the control of its master, unscrupulously releasing the scorching heat bursting out of the energy crystal.

destroy!

Kill!

destroy!

In less than half a minute, several surrounding streets and alleys were razed to the ground. The rest of the ordinary people who saw this scene screamed and fled further away.

A few idiots who were severely brainwashed by religion shouted that the great will is invincible, and then rushed to the location of the alchemy puppet, trying to capture this dangerous element.

As a result, it was directly evaporated into a gaseous state before it could get close.

Facts have once again proved that in the face of powerful force, any firm will, undying faith, and great dreams are all bullshit.

Looking at the ordinary people running around like headless flies, Luke took a deep breath and tried in an uncertain tone: You said we met twelve years ago? Then you should be Darren from the Magic Fortress. Special person, right?

Ah! That's right! It seems that the person who took you away did not hide the truth. The bionic alchemy puppet nodded slightly.

Can you tell me what happened? For example, where am I from? What is my race? Luke's tone was full of expectation.

As an intelligent life that is incompatible with his surroundings and cannot even find any similar kind, he always has a strong sense of loneliness.

Although the tribal elders always tried to create an atmosphere for him to integrate into the tribe.

Unfortunately, the differences between species are so obvious that even a blind person can see that he has never been a member of the tribe.

You want to know your life experience? Well, I'll give you a chance. Here is a map. Follow the map to mark the oasis. There, there is an abandoned magic fortress, which has been destroyed by some people. It is occupied by guys who claim to be followers of gods. Kill them all, and then search for clues about their life experience inside. They are all kept intact somewhere in the fortress.

After saying that, the alchemy puppet raised its right hand and gently shot a weak light towards Luke's pupils.

The next second...

boom!

Luke's brain seemed to explode instantly!

A huge map kept flashing on his retina. The faint red light spot clearly pointed to the Bone City where he was now, while the other relatively distant white light spot was the destination.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely advanced and advanced magic technology that far exceeds the original magic knowledge taught by the tribal elders.

From this point alone, one can judge the astonishing gap between the Darent invaders and the original magical power of this world.

After all the maps and light spots on his retina disappeared, Luke suddenly discovered that the bionic alchemy puppet had left quietly at some point, leaving behind a huge mess.

In the distance, hundreds of troops composed of priests and monks were seen rushing towards the scene of the incident.

It is easy to tell from the angry expressions on their faces that they will never easily let go of the culprit who caused all the disasters.

According to Luke's judgment, if he stayed to negotiate, he would probably be regarded as the scapegoat of the culprit, so he refused to do anything and chose to run away.

When the monks and priests arrived, they found nothing but ruins and a large number of charred corpses.

What’s even more frightening is that the faith of ordinary residents who saw the battle scenes with their own eyes has completely collapsed, and they are no longer willing to believe in the so-called great will, and this phenomenon is rapidly spreading to every corner of the city...