Magus Tech

Beyond the main continent, the endless depth of the ocean.

The sky was covered with black clouds, the sea waves rolled, and a man in a red robe appeared in the storm.

He is the color ring manager of the truth society-Fo Feng.

At this time, he was fighting, and he was fighting against a giant with a height of 100 meters.

Giants have blue-black stone skin, slow movements, like activated stone figures, but very powerful, each blow can make the surrounding air tremble and the sea explodes.

By virtue of its speed advantage, Foehn kept attacking behind the giant, causing the giant to be furious.

Just at the moment when the giant was so angry, Foehn seized an opportunity, the whole body turned into a ball of flame and whistled into the giant's open mouth, piercing out from the back of the head.

"call!"

The giant's eyes, nostrils, and ears were all blazed with flames, his hands were scratching on his face, struggling for a moment, his body was stiff, he lost all life force, and lost the ability to float on the sea.

The sea water couldn't support the giant's huge body. With a clatter, the sea broke, and the giant sank quickly, sinking all the way to the bottom of the sea.

A vortex appeared on the surface of the water, and calmed down after a while.

"Huh--solved--" Foufeng glanced and murmured, "I finally solved the object that failed to contain, I hope this is the last one, um, I hope..."

Halfway through the words, he turned his head violently, facing the mainland, his face suddenly changed, and he said in disbelief: "This is..."

...

Somewhere on the main continent, there is a palace in a huge underground building.

The palace is more than fifty meters round and extremely spacious. There are dozens of flame-burning lamp posts standing inside for lighting.In the middle of the palace, a gray-white bone table over three meters long is placed, and behind the bone table is a bone chair of the same material.

A man in a black robe, sitting in a bone chair, was reviewing documents.

He is the head of truth color ring-gray fog.

Across the bone table, in front of the gray fog, Golov, a member of the Truth Society who was as fat as a pumpkin, was standing respectfully, quickly reporting some of the situation in the organization in his mouth.

"Shusha..."

"Three days ago, the organization found a new exotic species, the location is..."

One review and one report do not affect each other.

But suddenly, Black Mist seemed to hear something unpleasant, suddenly stopped reviewing and raised his head to stare at Golov.

Gorough froze for a moment, some tentative temptations said: "Adult, you..."

Gray Mist did not speak, but continued to stare at Golov, his eyes narrowed a little, his eyes extremely serious.The invisible pressure spread, the air pressure of the entire palace seemed to increase several times out of thin air, the flame burning at the top of the lamp post was slightly lowered by the naked eye, and almost extinguished in the end.

The palace was very bleak and the atmosphere was very depressing. The most obvious feeling of all this was undoubtedly Golov, who was watching by the gray fog.Goroff felt that there was a mountain on the whole portrait, almost breathless, sweat oozing out, soaking clothes, and felt that he would collapse to the ground at any time.

At this moment, his heart was trembling, and he couldn't understand where he angered the manager's gray fog: the report was almost the same as usual, no problem.

Could it be that some of the unclean things he did were noticed by the manager gray fog?

Goroff's thoughts flew, thinking about what was at risk of exposure.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Being stared at by gray fog for a full half minute, Goroff's psychological pressure was too great to confess, and all he couldn't bear was to confess, asking for leniency. Suddenly he heard gray fog's quiet voice and said in a low tone: "The Dead Sea is dead."

"Ah?" Goroff looked up, stunned.

...

Within a city.

A wrinkled old man in a study room of a noble mansion is reading a book by light.

He wore a light gray robe with white hair and a somewhat transcendent temperament.

He is the ring leader of the truth society-Red Moon.

He reads slowly and carefully, his fingers moving slowly on the pages of the book, and chanting the words above.

Halfway through the reading, his finger stopped and looked up slightly surprised: "Dead Sea... dead?"

"Well--"

With a clatter, he closed the book and stood up, pacing towards the window, frowning: "The other party has already done this? The Dead Sea can't be spared? It seems that the other party must be taken seriously, this can't be the case Forget it easily."

Talking, the old man reached the window, opened the window, and looked at the night sky.

In the night sky, the moon hangs like a silver hook.

The old man looked at the moon for a long time, and then he saw the surface of the moon, and suddenly there was a faint blood color.

...

...

Two days later, at night.

On a rare wilderness, a group of buildings stands abruptly.

Outside the building complex, there are three complete fences, inside and outside the fence, many soldiers patrol, and sometimes the wizards patrol the night sky, people are strictly inspected when entering and exiting, it can be said to be on extreme alert.

At this time, in a humble little room in the building complex, a man with a square face was sitting on a wooden chair, staring at the candle lit on the table in front of him. His eyes were a little fascinating and he didn't know what to think.

I don’t know how long it has passed. The door of the room was opened, and a soldier walked in. He respectfully said, "Adult, okay, the craftsmen are ready, just waiting for you."

"Well, I see." The man with a square face turned to nod and said, taking a deep breath, without wording, walked out of the room and walked along the intricate labyrinthine corridor with the soldiers.

All the way around, the man with a square face walked into a huge room, which was as wide as a warehouse.

There are already many people waiting in the room, headed by a white-haired old man wearing monocles, with a serious expression and bright eyes.

The man with a square face looked at each other and asked with some respect: "Master Amon, how is it going?"

"All are ready, everything is normal, you can start at any time." The old man called Amon responded.

"Okay, let's get started."

"Yes." Amon nodded and ordered the rest of the craftsmen beside him to work, while motioning the man with a square face to go to a position in the corner.

The man with a square face walked over and saw that the ground and surrounding walls have been specially strengthened, obviously to prevent accidents from waiting for the test.

The square-faced man stood steadily and took off his clothes actively. After a while, Ameng came with a group of craftsmen. They all carried a box in their hands. After opening, they saw one or more pieces of crystal material inside. Items.

Crystal objects, some are conical, some are spherical, and some are cylindrical, and the volume is also large and small, the largest is like an apple, the smallest is like an apricot kernel.The only thing that is the same is that these objects are engraved with cumbersome magic lines, which are obviously extremely precious spell props.