Summoner of Miracles

Wan Fung Alchemy Department, 13 floors underground.

In this massive magic refinery, at this moment, there are still a lot of students in Wan Fung Alchemy, operating a variety of instruments, checking the operation of a piece of equipment, even recording the reactions in a magic furnace, producing a report, ready to be submitted to Rojin for review.

After all, although Wan Fung Alchemy students are here to help with research, at best all they can do is help supervise and operate the instrument, commonly known as knockout, and really determine the condition of the facility is still Rojin.

Who made this piece of equipment basically made by Luo Zhen, and not only was most of it not the material of the world, but even the inscriptions engraved on a magic furnace and the variety of techniques used were not understood by the people of the world?

So, only Luo Zhen can provide all the technology here, plus Luo Zhen has all kinds of precautions, even if the powerful Wan Fung Alchemists and research experts come here can not understand everything, Luo Zhen doesn't have to worry about the technology being used here will be stolen, just be careful not to be destroyed, that is not to lose.

Unfortunately, as I said before, because there's a daily relationship between people in and out of here, it's still weak in defense.

Today, therefore, the area has finally been attacked.

“Boo-hoo! ”

When the elevator door to this magic refinery was blown open, bursting like an explosion, causing heat waves and blasts, all of the students in the refinery were frightened.

“What... what...? ”

“What happened...? ”

A student panicked and panicked.

But by this time, the original figurine has appeared.

“Cough...! ”

Blue blood continues to erupt from each other's mouths, and the hard skin is restored to its original state with excessive regenerative capacity.

“Is this it? ”

Real looked around at the whole refinery and finally had a crazy smile.

And seeing a huge, hard-skinned Real, all-melting alchemy student all screaming.

“Beetle? ”

“It's the Beetle! ”

“Run! ”

“Run! ”

The students immediately panicked and fled quickly.

Nor did Real pay attention to the grubby fish, treading deep into the magic refinery.

Soon after, Real came in front of the magic furnace.

“Ahhh...”

When you see the magic flame burning in the furnace, Real opens his eyes, makes a moving sound, and shakes all over himself.

The alien instinct tells Real that the flames that appear in front of him are the supreme force in the world.

It's so mysterious.

It's so holy.

Although it is not yet fully shaped, Real can feel that, even so, this power is immensely powerful.

“Sure enough, that woman didn't lie to me, there really is the strongest power here...! ”

Real was ecstatic about it.

“With it...! ”

With it, you can become the strongest and give that human to the broken corpse.

In that case...

“It belongs to me! ”

There is no second possibility but that it belongs to itself.

Real's heart was filled with such greed.

It's just a shame...

“It doesn't belong to you. ”

A cold, indifferent voice just behind the Real doesn't augur well.

“...... ”

At this moment, Real only felt cold on his back, and everyone was in a frenzy.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

There was a sudden and endless sense of crisis in Real's heart.

This allowed Real not to hesitate to turn around, lift the collapse, face behind him, and cut off an arm blade.

“Huh!”

The wind rolled up, forming an invisible sickle, ripping through the air, and bent behind the Real under a sharp cracking sound.

However...

“Psst!”

Almost at the same time, a three-colored sword light accompanied by a shock-like sound was resolutely cut off.

“Pfft! ”

The invisible sickle was cut in half by a tri-colored sword and dissipated.

The other side, just a white, shoulder-length short hair and a veil worn on his head, swayed under the dissipating wind, without shaking at all.

It wasn't until this moment that Reyal realized who was behind him.

It was a white girl with dark skin, mysterious lines, exotic clothing, a three-coloured lightsaber, and a pair of ruby eyes.

The white girl looked at Reyal without any emotions in her eyes, leaving her feeling numb and trembling all over her scalp.

Intuition tells Real that the girl in front of her is by far the most dangerous.

“You... who are you...? ”

Realton shouted out loud and loud.

The young girl has only one sentence to say about this.

“My name is Attila. ”

Attila lifted the light sword in her hand and pointed it at Real.

“Are you the enemy of the Lord? ”

As soon as this was said, a terrible magic surged on Attila.

That is no longer pure magic, but, like Lo Jin, the real price of the goods is compressed to the limit of higher magic.

As Rojin's magician, and as Rojin's follower, Atila today has obtained the higher magic provided by Rojin because of her contractual relationship with Rojin.

With this in mind, Attila's power has become even more frightening by stripping her of her bones.

In the face of such Atila, Reyal was afraid.

Yes, it is.

Fear.

Staring into Attila's eyes, Real had the feeling of being stared at by a prehistoric giant, filled with fear.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...! ”

Ultimately, Reyal's heart was crushed by fear and he couldn't help but lift his hands high and run to collapse.

This is the final struggle that Real can make.

So...

“Pfft! ”

The tri-colored sword cut off like a thunder, slicing the hard skin of Reyal with an astonishing defense like paper, causing Reyal to be severed with one knife and two pieces.

A lot of blue blood spilled around and stained the ground.

Real was slowly collapsed by a split corpse.

Its body, whether magic, spell or breakdown, has dissipated.

Attila, with her three-colored lightsaber, stood before Real sometime.

“This is the power that leads him to the end, and no one is entitled to touch it. ”

Leaving behind such words, Atira turned around and turned into a mist, disappearing.

No one knows that here, there is a terrible follower who has been guarding, only a body divided into two parts on the ground, falling there as if to die without meditation, with no chance of survival.