The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The gray building is covered with thick dust, the mossy walls are filled with cracks and shatters, and the floor clicking under your feet raises fears that your next foot will suddenly be emptied.

But it's even more dangerous, but the big, dark thing in front of us, in the dark, red, green, purple light, are all warning lights on activated mechanical guards.

“Patton didn't handle it so well...”

“Bullshit, they were raids, cleaned up one by one, long dead. ”

Trampling the ruins of the reinforcements, the team of two people and one cat, Emila Wan refused to follow the expectations of the children, and I, who regained my abilities, was also happy to encounter the opportunity to try my hand.

“Fortheholy—light!”

The quaint silver-grey hammer crossed a parabola, and the accumulated force hit the diamond puppet's waist, and then the entire metal body cracked.

There is no chance of even crashing open. Whether the material is stainless steel, alloy, rock, clay, it doesn't look like it's under a huge war hammer. One by one, there's nothing to hide from, there's nothing to move after a while. There's only a pile of raw materials left to walk through.

And the mechanical guard is no fool, and when the opponent in front of him is found unstoppable, the vast majority of automatic devices begin to fire back with ranged attacks.

For a while, there was gunfire, and there seemed to be no room for retreat.

“Forthelich—king!”

But I laughed, ignoring the obstructions and attacks in front of me, switched my voice and went straight up.

Before the cannon was about to hit me, the red dragon shouted in the shadow behind me, and...

“Bells! ”

It was the sound of a metal collision, and the explosion was just around the corner, but it couldn't stop me at all, and the hammer was still one, like a groundhog.

And there is also a red dragon striped heavy armor. In front of this subartifact, these unenchanted gunpowder attacks can't even be broken.

[Fully covered Dragon Scale Ice Armor: Everlasting Night Watcher, System Evaluation: Subartifact (can grow).

[The armor is composed of ancient dragon blood in the exotic eternal cold ice, with inscriptions and organic soul Irene Bella, the user is restricted to Roland himself.

[Titan's Thunder Metal: This armor has a Legendary Damage Relief, 50 Artifact -, which reduces damage inflicted by weapons below artifact by 50 points directly. System Tip: Stick Titan's shield shards in it, boosting defense, thanks to your idea.

[Ein Matthews' Guardian: The dragon's blood flows through the armor, and she shelters the user, which is not good news for the attacker, after all, it means that it has to automatically absorb at least 200 damage per day before it can be harmed. This capability will be automatically repaired and will be repaired within 24 hours.

[Dragon vector: I can't believe why this property appears on top of an armor, but you did, and the wearer can use all the dragon vein abilities with this armor.

[Authorities of Everlasting Night: Due to the special nature of the material, no cold ice damage can reduce its temperature below zero, that is, it is almost immune to cold ice. And because of her ancient Red Dragon bloodline, the flame damage is halved and the minimum damage is reduced by 30 points.

This soul-bearing armor is the ace I gave up a lot of power for, and I dare to face any opponent's battle.

Compared to seven years ago, the dragon's blood maturity and the growth of my own strength allowed this armor to complete a sharp transformation from legendary to semi-detective equipment, but unlike other advanced and vastly different equipment, it has no new abilities, it simply represents a doubling of the defense value!

Perhaps an ambiguous number can't describe its strength, but the explosion that's enough to kill the average strong blows up right in front of me, and I can't even feel it, enough to explain a lot of things.

Perhaps more intuitively, after wearing this armor, I can completely ignore the attack of the Golden Swordsman with his epic gear, as their instantaneous burst damage is not enough to break through the natural defenses of the Dragon Scale Armor!

And a sword saint who does not need to pay attention to his own safety, he still holds the artifact grade hammer “The Light of Salvation, the Hammer of the Light Messenger's Hope”...

“Wind.”

A groundhog is so stupid, as a senior sword saint, even with a hammer, I can use a blade storm!

As the most common Aoyi, the use of blade storm is simple and straightforward, just turn it around enough, let the rotation help you assemble and release the sword qi, use centrifugal force to throw out the air blade formed by the sword qi, let the sharp air blade kill your opponent.

The red cyclone crushed over like a road roller, and the death storm tore apart all obstacles in a large space. The puppets and machinery that touched directly turned into parts and raw materials. The linear assault couldn't stop, and the wall was broken.

“What's wrong with him? ”

Emila is somewhat strange that Roland is not a battlefield lunatic and it is difficult to see him do it before it is particularly necessary, and he is better suited to plotting a shady scheme on the staff table than sweating and bleeding on the battlefield.

“Hold it for a while. ”

Heroise knew exactly how Roland could not even carry a steel sword before, so he could go to war with a heavy armor, and finally held a wooden sword to teach people swordsmanship, which was probably depressing enough.

“Wow, I'm invincible! ”

In the distance, there was also someone shouting, and the dubbing of the broken metal and the broken walls, and the other two in the squad shook their heads and quickly followed.

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Timirette, who had been beaten to the face of the reinforcements, was also in distress at the time of the massacre on the top floor, while the reason for his distress was staring at him with anger.

Seven years is a breath and a sleep for the longevity species, but not for the adult human race, and for the 14-year-old girl, who has just learned to govern for only six or seven years, she is already half her life.

Unlike the men's short hair of the past, long blonde hair braided in ponytail has been dragged between the waist, the naivety and weakness of the face have disappeared without a trace, the Silver Armor Silver Sword knights are heavily armed, with tower shields and red spears bearing the Windy Castle markings on their backs, carrying ancient flags of war in their hands.

She stood there, making people feel like immortal mountains, like goddesses of martial arts.

The knight princess in the blood pockets and remains, while abusing her demonic opponents, reveals a joyful smile from the bottom of her heart, as if she were at the heart of a banquet where singing and dancing were flat.

“Get down on your knees, you filthy bastard! ”

One arm pressed the mighty Firedemon Lord on the ground, the strong big demon was still roaring, Jinxi had stepped on his chest, the silver boots suddenly rose, cut the silver moon arc in the air, and plunged into the flaming demon's heart.

“Knock! ”

The sound of ruptured flesh made the witness's instincts feel uncomfortable, but it didn't end.

As soon as the boots stir, the heart breaks directly from the meat block and the blood splashes, the flaming demons in the team will never have to get up.

And looking at the meat on the boots, from the happy to the unpleasant look on his face, the killer seemed to feel that such an opponent was not worthy of getting his boots dirty.

Blood had covered the floor, not far from the mountains of demonic mutilations, and the silver knight princess was still enjoying her own killing feast as the golden pupil stared at the next target.

And from the demons who have already fled wildly, this enjoyment won't last long.

Renee Jean. Lan, 21 years old, of direct descent from the Prince of the Devil, former "Knight Princess”, now Queen of Lan, Knight of the Epic Abyss, Descendants of Lan, the brightest star of this Jihad.

The spilled magic made blonde hair dance with the wind, white stockings and high heeled silver military boots underneath the silver skirt, the experience of hundreds of wars cultivated the princess steel spirit, but in the formal and informal diplomatic arena, the tall, picky legs of this thorny rose are said to have kicked the weight of two dudes who dared to try.

Seven years ago, Lenny had been completely rid of Roland's shadow. The old hesitation had vanished and her inferiority had disappeared without a trace. The character of the bear child and the temperament of the soldier had once again evolved to form a powerful atmosphere mixed with Kaolin flowers and the goddess of war.

At this time, she was silently angry, exhaling with demons, but had turned into silent pressure on her peers, and everyone was afraid to speak up, including poor demon prisoners hiding in the corners of the walls.

Yes, in front of the furious demonic queen, all the fierce and belligerent warriors were holding Cersei together, and none of the senior demon lords had the necessary power to make him feel the fear that his soul was about to be extinguished... well, Katrina was also trembling at Cersei, and her instincts told herself that this woman, who resembled Roland, from the first sight, had some kind of killing intent on herself.

Yesterday, when she was a young woman, she was raised to sleep by accident, she became the king's sister, or the most brutal kind, the kind that expired due to excessive premature mental maturity... Okay, that's Roland's original language, and he was more brutally pursued as a result.

And she was reading that name in anger.

“Damn... Roland! ”

Silver teeth bite to death, but long legs can't stop stepping, as if trampling on the ground on a spiritual creature would make her feel better.

“Wait, wait, I'm not Roland, I'm just a copy of Roland's swordsmanship...”

“Shut up! ”

Well, this Roland Duplicant in Army Socks * * shuts up rationally, and the more he finds himself complaining about the other side stepping on, the more he doesn't want to just dissipate.

In a way, he helped his own prototype block the disaster, and maybe the real Roland would thank him.

On the lower level, the deteriorating situation made the present owner of Tongtian Tower more afraid, and finally determined, he gave the devil more soul money, open the gates of the abyss, finally enough for the Lord of the devil to come.