The Jedi Scientist

Perhaps at other times, this level of attack is not even a fight for Matong Dirty Ink.

Even if he decays now, he is a magician who has survived for five hundred years, whether it is the magic geniuses of the Clock Tower or those unparalleled heroes who have descended into the world because of the Holy Grail, he has seen a lot and even talked and laughed with some of them.

This level of blasting would have been a few hundred years ago in his heyday, he didn’t even have to raise his eyebrows, just a short chant to defend it perfectly with magic, but now…

After opening his mouth, before he could use the broken vocal cords and began to chant incantations, the flames generated by the explosion entered the void and invaded his throat in one fell swoop.

With the flames burning the old man’s vocal cords, this strange insect master completely lost the power to resist, and he could only watch in despair, these flames that he originally disdained engulfed his residence.

And what is even more bleak is that because his vocal cords were destroyed, he could not even utter the words of despair roar and curse, and finally, the old man’s body turned to ashes in the flames, and in the air, only his five hundred years of obsession and resentment remained.

After the outbreak of the explosion, not only Ma Tong Dirty Inkstone, but also his hometown was burned.

In the sky-high firelight, the Matong Residence was like an overinflated balloon, suddenly falling apart and exploded into pieces, and the aftermath of the explosion even blew up half of the street near the Mtong Residence.

The mushroom cloud is in the air, constantly rolling, this ominous calamity cloud, seems to remind people that there has been a tragic disaster here, staying in mid-air for a long time, not dispersing.

In the dirty underground magic workshop, his precious bugs were all turned into pieces in the shock wave of this explosion, and even if these bugs had great magical powers and effects, there was no way or means to protect their fragile bodies.

After the explosion ended, Fang Cheng sneaked into the ruins of the Matong Mansion, and after entering the black smoking wreckage, the first thing that entered his eyes was something disgusting.

It was a corpse like burnt dead wood, which made people unable to see directly, and above the corpse, there were several fat insects lying on it – there was no doubt that this was the ‘relic’ left by the old man who had been with the insects for hundreds of years.

“It won’t…”

Fang Cheng carefully circled around the corpse twice, and after his repeated confirmation, the disgusting old immortal of the Dirty Inkstone had indeed lost his breath, so in other words…

“This guy, just so dead?”

To be on the safe side, Fang Cheng even made a move to mend the knife, but…

Even if he directly burst the dirty dog’s head, he felt that this old thing was not dead.

After all, this guy is an old conspiracy who has been scrupulous for hundreds of years, if he wants to say that he has no means to save his life, Fang Cheng is the first to take the lead and not believe it, but now…

Looking around, Fang Cheng scratched his head irritably.

“Even if he hid the brain worm in the magic workshop, he would definitely be killed by the aftermath of the shockwave now. Damn, what the hell is this ominous premonition…”

Using the magnetic levitation system, he turned over all the fragments of houses on the site of the Matong Residence, but…

In it, he did not find anything strange.

“That old ghost, is it really dead like that?”

Fang Cheng, who did not find other clues, could only bury this doubt in his heart, and after exploring the surface side of the Tongdi Mansion, he came to the underground insect room that was turned upside down by the blast wave of the explosion.

The originally damp insect room, under the looting of the flames, has long turned into a different scene, and the insects that were originally wriggling on the ground are now exuding a scorched aroma.

After ignoring those disgusting-looking engraved worms, Fang Cheng came to the depths of the insect room, and sure enough, it was as he expected…

“IT’S REALLY NOT HERE, SAKURA.”

The poor girl who was played by fate, Ma Kiri Sakura, really disappeared from this mansion.

Fang Cheng saw some words from a notepad that had fallen to the ground, and the magic records on these notepads were exactly the plans made by Matong before he transformed Ma Tong Ying.

This made Fang Cheng even more puzzled-since that girl had indeed been inherited to the Matong clan, then…

“Now, where is this child? Let me guess, it was Shichen’s fool who detected the magic essence of Matong? Or did Ma Tong Dirty Inkstone send her somewhere else to be on the safe side, or…”

“She has been rescued by others.”

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