Mechanical Alchemist

The south wall of the palace exploded with a loud bang, and flames soared into the sky.

The scorching flames were dazzlingly white, and the shock wave poured into the ground, making the whole city and the snow-capped mountains behind tremble.

"Booming" sounded like a flood. Looking up, you can still see that the white snow on the Rocky Snow Mountain that has not melted for thousands of years has collapsed and is rushing down the mountain.

However, the explosive power of the precise directional blasting was limited to the section of the city wall, and did not cause any innocent casualties.

Even the buildings in the royal palace behind the city wall did not collapse.

Su Lun frowned as he watched the huge hole tens of meters deep blown out in front of him. The explosion was almost as expected.

In the perception of the soul, the thousand or so living soul fluctuations that were previously hidden in the magic barrier disappeared instantly, and the "gray fog" was densely floating on the ruins.

As it should be, the necromancer he locked was also killed.

Seeing the negative state of soul lock on the panel disappear, Su Lun breathed a sigh of relief.

In the ruins of the city wall in front of him, there was a scorched, green smoke everywhere. The group of thousands of people and their storage rings were destroyed, and the high temperature and energy vibration turned most of the materials into ashes. Some metal utensils were also melted, turning into puddles of scorching fluid, and it was unclear what shape they were before.

Without delay, Su Lun rushed into the ruins to harvest the soul.

He harvested the soul of the soul-forbidden lamp magician, and gained a lot of rare insight into the laws of death, and he was surprised: "Hey, this necromancer is actually a member of the holy army?"

The crusaders must all be about the strength of the top ten legends, and they also have some special abilities. This necromancer named "Hazel Howard" was originally very strong, and his super-high comprehension of the laws of death was the best that Su Lun had ever seen.

Even if they matched up, it would not be easy for Su Lun to kill him.

It's a pity that all means were not used, and he died in the explosion.

Looking at the ground again, [Tartaros' Soul-Forbidden Lamp] was also blown out before, showing a word "damaged and unusable".

Forget it, at least the enemy won't be able to grab it back.

Su Lun also breathed a sigh of relief without a fatal means to limit his spatial displacement.

Fortunately, the higher the quality of the cursed object material, the better, and the thing is still complete. There is also a group of mountain dwarves who are good at forging in the small void world, and there are also living corpses made by the previous dwarf king Iron Helmet Auer Cannian.

Su Lun thinks it can probably be repaired.

This soul lamp seems to have a high degree of fit with his death-type ability, and he is also looking forward to the qualitative change that will be experienced when the soul lamp chain is embedded together.

Originally, the plan of the magicians in the plane of the gods was to use this soul-suppressing lamp to control the people in the city, no matter who they were, it was impossible to escape from the city.

Within a limited range, their 10,000-member legal force is almost invincible.

There was nothing wrong with this plan.

It's a pity that Su Lun killed the light controller in a very short period of time with a method beyond their knowledge, and caught those guys by surprise.

However, the explosion on the palace wall was too loud, and it instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the royal capital of Akron Sarri.

Those people from the Celestial Plane mainly wanted to kill the silver dragon and Bartolo this time. Now that Plan A has gone bankrupt, there is naturally a backup plan.

Almost at the same time, magical lights like lighthouse beams lit up in all directions in the city, from east to west, from north to south.

Originally, there was also a magic tower at the city wall. Although it was destroyed, there was obviously a backup.

When Su Lun saw this posture, he had seen the ten-thousand-man corporation do it many times, how could he not know that this was going to be serious?

Those guilds were going to hide before, and wait until Yinlong killed Bartolo before doing it.

But now that there is no soul mark, they can only do it in advance.

As soon as the ten thousand people legal group showed their faces, the silver dragon obviously noticed it too.

Such exaggerated magic fluctuations suddenly appeared in the city, and any fool knew it was dangerous.

Dragons are not only arrogant, but also cunning.

It remembered that a human reminded it before, this time someone wanted to ambush itself?

Yinlong immediately became alert.

But its pride prevented it from flying away from the city immediately, but angrily observed who the ants dared to call their attention.

However, it was this moment of delay.

In the magic barrier, a beam of light rushed towards the silver dragon. It seemed that he had been prepared for a long time, and it was too late for the silver dragon to dodge so decisively.

Even though he tried his best to avoid it, the light beam still pierced the left wing of the silver dragon and penetrated out.

Su Lun shrank his gaze, but he had excellent eyesight, and only saw a shadow.

[Cadmus' Dragon Hunting Spear]

Detailed explanation: The dwarves who once repelled the evil dragon forged this spear with eternal gold; the spear is engraved with 'Dragon Slaying Rune', 'Fraud Rune' and 'Flash Rune', and it has a flashing speed , the perception of deceitful dragons and the armor-piercing ability that can penetrate dragon scales;

Looking at the identified information, Su Lun was slightly jealous: "Good stuff!"

This spear can pierce the wings of an eighth-rank silver dragon, and its sharpness can be imagined.

But it's just a hole in the wing. This kind of injury is obviously innocuous.

But obviously, those people of the Celestial Race still have a back hand.

After the spear pierced, the magic light flashed, and the airflow that looked like the flight path before the spear suddenly materialized and turned into a rope.

The rope pierced through the dragon's wings and was immediately entangled.

Su Lun's own [Lamenting Witch's Hair] is this kind of energy thread, and he didn't understand what happened.

After appraising it again, it really is another treasure.

【Gleipnir's Stalker】

Detailed explanation: This is a rope known as the toughest in the world, toughness +999; the ancient dwarf made it with the footsteps of cats, the roots of stones, the beards of women, the breath of fish, the vigilance of bears, and the saliva of birds; This is a magical magic tool that can expand and contract as long as the magic power is enough;

"There are quite a few magician treasures in the plane of the gods."

Looking at these two treasures, Su Lun immediately felt that the silver dragon might be in danger today.

The dragon wing pierced by the spear, and the rope immediately bound its wings.

The silver dragon also knew that he had been tricked, so he struggled to fly high, and the rope became longer and longer.

But at the same time, the legion magic barrier composed of nine magic towers also exerted its strength at the same time.

The magic tower is the anchor point of the rope. If the flying dragon wants to run, it is like pulling a whole city behind it, so it is naturally impossible to escape.

This picture is like a fisherman catching a big fish, and he is not in a hurry to pull the fish ashore, and the two sides are in a stalemate wrestling.

This is the same as the rope that Su Lun identified, which has almost unsolvable toughness.

How terrifying is the power of the eighth-order silver dragon?

It can struggle, dive, and spin in the sky. All kinds of fancy flying, and there is no sign of breaking the rope at all.

Instead, the more it flies into the sky, the tighter the rope is pulled, the harder it is.

The silver dragon roared angrily, turned around and swooped down, and the dragon's breath spewed out towards the city below.

Unfortunately, this is a well-planned dragon hunting battle.

The rope that can easily burn sand and stone into crystals is completely helpless to the breath of the holy light dragon. Moreover, the dragon's breath was sprayed on the army unit world, and it was also melted into it by the magic barrier.

The silver dragon swooped down and hit one of the magic towers with its huge dragon body, but it was a pity that although the movement was loud, the thick layers of amber magic shields completely suppressed the shock wave at the physical level.

Although some magicians died in the barrier, the barrier is still intact.

The dragon's breath is breathed out, and the dragon's claws are useless, and the wings are bound by ropes and cannot fly away.

In just a split second, the silver dragon fell into a situation where all methods were helpless, and it just breathed out the dragon's breath frantically, struggling

It's like a big fish that takes the bait. After waiting for exhaustion, it's time for the fisherman to harvest.

Su Lun was not surprised.

The combat power of the ten thousand legal group is no worse than that of the ninth rank, and with so many treasures and advance layout, it is inevitable that this silver dragon will be recruited.

However, it seems that the silver dragon's physical strength has not been exhausted for a while, and those magicians who formed a legion can only hide in the barrier, and the battle cannot tell the winner.

Now that there is no "soul lock", Su Lun doesn't panic at all.

He wants to leave now, but no one can stay.

He looked at the struggling silver dragon, and prayed in his heart that this arrogant lizard would last longer.

With it in check, the main force of the Ten Thousand Legislative Corps will not come to cause trouble for themselves.

However, Su Lun had no chance to destroy any magic towers.

That kind of plan can only be used once, and the next time the other party knows that he has this method, it will never succeed.

"I don't know how Bartolo's injury is"

When Su Lun thought about it, he always felt that those guys on the plane of the gods must have some means to target Bartolo.

He wanted to take a look, so he teleported in the direction where Bartolo fled before.

On the other hand, the whole city was also in chaos.

After all, this giant dragon is the guardian dragon of the kingdom. Now that someone dares to ambush the silver dragon in the capital, the royal guards will naturally go to fight for the silver dragon.

It's a pity that the extravagant and promiscuous Gracie royal family doesn't have many fans.

The nobles of the kingdom headed by the Garcia family have already secretly turned to the people of the plane of the gods.

Those magic towers were built with the secret support of the nobles.

As a result, the private soldiers of the nobles and the knights of the royal family also mixed together in the streets and alleys, faintly showing signs of surrounding the palace.

Except for Su Lun blowing up a magic tower, everything else is in the plan of the magician of the god plane.

In a dense forest more than ten kilometers outside the city, a fierce battle is going on here.

Although Bartolo was unmatched in combat power, he was also severely injured in the previous battle with the silver dragon alone.

At this moment, his bare upper body was covered with wounds, and there was a depression in his chest, which was the injury from the broken ribs left by the dragon's claw. This made him unable to use his entire left arm and half of his body.

But worse than the injury was the distortion of his body.

Previously, in order to be able to win the silver dragon that was comparable to the ninth-level combat power, Bartolo tried his best, and it took a hard fight to drag the silver dragon to be restrained.

Without thinking about escaping from the capital, the distortion on his body exploded.

What he realized immediately, was cursed by the wizard.

The white-robed wizard Garcia Haydn once gave him a dark hand in the formula for suppressing distortion.

Those guys want to kill him with distortion!

Fortunately, he had several [Distortion Inhibitors] given by Su Lun in his hand. After the injection, the signs of distortion were miraculously suppressed.

But before Bartolo had time to rejoice, he was blocked by a group of 500 mages, and the battle has continued till now.

Fighting the silver dragon has consumed most of my energy, and I have to divide part of the time to suppress the distortion, and now I am a little powerless in the fight.

What's more, the group of five hundred people in front of them is also extraordinary.

Although the leader is only a seventh rank, they seem to be one body, hitting one is like fighting with five hundred, which is very tricky.

Bartolo knew that this was the magician from the plane of gods that Su Lun said, but it was also the first time he had seen such a strange seventh-level magician, and the first time he had seen a magic army.

The sword slashed on the golden-skinned guy, as if it was slashing on a metal body, and sparks flew everywhere.

They could cut the wounds, but they completely ignored the pain.

The more wounds, the more bleeding, but the stronger the combat power.

Bartolo also had some dark secrets. If he continued to consume it, he would not be able to rely on his own strength to suppress the distortion. At that time, no medicine would be effective.

However, at this moment, a sudden fluctuation in space flashed, and a figure appeared nearby.

Bartolo immediately recognized it, and was grateful at first, because Su Lun was the only one who came to help him at this juncture.

But then he frowned.

Although he knew that Su Lun was very strong, in the current situation, it was impossible for one person to solve the problem.

Fortunately, there was a lot of noise in the battle here, so Su Lun managed to find him.

As soon as he came over, he noticed that the facial features on Bartolo's back were completely clear, and the hell energy on his body was visibly steaming out with the naked eye. This is a sign of being on the verge of distortion all the time.

Looking at the syringe on the ground, it seems that the distortion potion has been used.

If he doesn't restrain himself, Bartolo will undoubtedly die.

Su Lun frowned.

Looking again, on the other side is a 500-member corporation.

However, this corporation is different from other magicians. They all wear white robes like priests' robes.

Su Lun knew that this was an ascetic monk from the temple.

It can probably be understood as the reserve personnel of the Crusaders.

And the leader is a bald old man.

The skinny old man was covered with sword marks, and the wounds were as dense as fish scales.

But the strange thing is that this guy's skin is like a layer of copper skin, and the bones that can be seen after being cut by the sword are like black iron metal. Even the blood flowing on the ground is dark red, giving the impression of flowing liquid rust.

Not only this leader, but the skin of the five hundred people behind them all had more or less golden lacquer colors.

Su Lun recognized this guy's identity because he had harvested some memories before: "Verne Fan, the "Peerce Leader" of the Crusaders, half-step eighth step."

It's no wonder that these guys are covered in wounds, because they are all "stacking passive".

Ascetic monks usually practice to repair their muscles and bones, and they belong to the line of melee mages.

Purdue believers with their own suffering.

They have a very buggy passive ability called [Suffering Rage].

After being injured, he fell into a state of rage. The more painful his body was, the stronger his fighting power would be. He could superimpose infinitely until he died.

Even when they are on the verge of death, they even gain the ability to approach the gods, recite the name of the gods in their mouths, repent their sins, and gain divine power.

This sounds unbelievable, and the battle process looks very sick, but I have to admit that it is a very strong ability.

When Su Lun saw this, he realized why Bartolo didn't win for a while.

These guys have extremely tenacious vitality, they can also heal the legion, and they have the special ability to share damage with the group, which is very difficult to kill.

If the damage is shared among 500 people at one time, it is not much.

Killing one is almost equivalent to killing all the five hundred people.

But when they attacked, it was as if five hundred people had condensed into one fist.

The Ascetic Monks Legion's BUG-level ability would really be helpless for a while if it were an ordinary eighth-level ability.

Just observing this moment, Bartolo spurted out another mouthful of old blood.

Su Lun looked at the old sword god who was out of breath, and said quickly: "Senior Bartolo, don't do anything, these people will be handed over to me."

"But."

Bartolo frowned.

The strange methods of these enemies in front of them are definitely not something that a seventh-level professional can deal with.

He wanted to remind Su Lun, and felt that he should do something.

But the words did not come out, and it was already a step slower.

Su Lun didn't explain much, and with a pinch of the warlock's seal, the sky filled with fluctuations emerged.

In an instant, the nearby light dimmed instantly.

Looking again, densely packed gargoyles floated in midair, covering the sky and the sun.

Bartolo looked up, dumbfounded for a moment.

Not dozens of them, but more than a thousand!

"How is it possible? Even the Grand Master of Puppets can't control so many puppets."

Bartolo's eyes were full of disbelief.

He looked at these gargoyles gleaming with silver light, and instantly thought that Su Lun was just making an array, and he might not necessarily be able to control them at the same time.

But in the next moment, a bizarre scene took place.

Bartolo watched Su Lun's hands and the eight-armed spider spear behind him tremble slightly, and the more than a thousand gargoyle puppets moved in unison.

These more than a thousand puppets were assembled in a formation that was clearly a legion battle formation, and their breath was connected together.

Then, they started charging.

On the huge iron fists, Kazkazi's space cracking and fluctuations appeared all over the place, rushing towards the penance group of 500 people who were on the rampage just now!

At this moment, he seemed to see the posture of the Luying Royal Legion charging in groups.

"this"

Bartolo's eyes trembled, and he could no longer describe his shock in his heart.

It is really difficult for one person to deal with this kind of ascetic monk army.

The group aura they formed was protected by the gods, and even Su Lun's death domain was extremely restricted.

What's more, no matter how powerful the attack is, it will be divided into 500 shares, and the damage will be very limited.

The Ascetic Legion had few means of restraint.

If there is, then only the Legion can restrain the Legion!

Su Lun's gargoyles have at least the combat power of fourth- and fifth-tier professionals, not weaker than these ascetic monks.

The ascetic monk is the body of the diamond rune, can he consume more energy than the real metal body?

The structure of the gargoyle is immune to the attacks of most monsters. Even if the fist is dented, the memory metal property of [Activated Silver] can be restored immediately.

The ascetic is not afraid of life and death, and neither is the puppet.

What's more, Su Lun is proficient in various legion battles in the plane of the gods. Will a thousand legions lose to a five hundred legion?

In an instant, the gargoyle army turned into a torrent of steel and rushed away with a destructive force.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom".

There is no fancy magic, and both sides are good at close combat.

The fists collided, and the sound like ringing a bell resounded all around.

Bartolo, who was thinking of helping, was completely stunned.

He never thought that a puppet master could be so strong!

Control a thousand puppets at the same time?

He also knows how to fight in legions, and his cooperation is flawless. He is so calm that he is almost numb.

And it seems that this is far from Su Lun's upper limit, and he obviously has more hidden means in his hands.

Bartolo murmured in his heart: "You really are an outstanding young man."

He thought that a "thousand" was already an incredibly talented swordsman he had met, but he didn't expect this Su Lun to be more special.

For a moment, he thought of the former Black Sam Pirates. Only like-minded and excellent partners can get together because of it.

But as he said that, he couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of scarlet blood, and quickly meditated on the spot with his legs crossed.

Everyone knows that the only shortcoming of a puppet master is his body.

As long as the main body is killed, everything will be self-defeating.

Unfortunately, Su Lun, a puppeteer, has no shortcomings.

There is no special ability restraint, no level suppression, no matter how strong it is below the eighth level, it is meaningless.

The number of people in front of him is meaningless.

Now that Su Lun's life-saving ability is below the eighth level, it is almost impossible to kill him.

And the fanatic [Suffering Rage] is in a continuous passive state, the more serious the injury, the stronger it is.

But the human body has an upper limit, and when the rage reaches the upper limit, it will die suddenly on the spot.

And the Gargoyle Legion is not afraid of battle damage, and there is always something to replenish.

In this way, the two sides head-to-head for several waves.

From the initial one thousand to five hundred, it gradually became one thousand to four hundred, one thousand to three hundred, one thousand to two hundred

As more and more fanatics died violently, their combat power became weaker and weaker.

But all the time, the Gargoyle Legion is always in such a large number.

The "leader of penance" Verne also intended to kill Su Lun, but how could it be so easy?

Not only is Su Lun stronger as a puppet, but he is also stronger in battle.

In the end, Su Lun solved the battle simply and rudely in a very short period of time, using the method of the most legion to suppress the legion.

Dead bodies all over the ground, no one was spared.

Su Lun stood in the middle of the pile of corpses, and the phantom of the god of death appeared behind him, harvesting the five hundred souls.

His eyes were bright.

This group of ascetic monks' body training secret method has greatly benefited him.

The corpse was taken into the small void together with the loot, and when the thread was pulled, all the puppets disappeared.

If it weren't for the messy battle marks all over the place, it wouldn't be obvious that 500 people had just died here.

Su Lun turned his head to see that Bartolo was meditating with his eyes closed in the distance.

The air of hell is already raging all over his body, and his expression is faintly ferocious.

Su Lun didn't know that this was going to be distorted.

He also noticed that there was a mysterious external force similar to "curse" that was accelerating his transformation.

Any delay he didn't have threw people into the small void realm.

With the separation of planes, any curse spells will be invalid.

Moreover, there are Dr. Banks and others in the Little Void Realm, so the distortion should be suppressed.

Whether he can survive depends on Bartolo's own luck.

After doing all this, Su Lun looked at the royal capital Eklunza in the distance.

At this moment, the roar of the angry dragon can still be heard, and the battle is obviously still fierce.

"Next, where are you going?"

Su Lun squinted.

Because there was a silver dragon dragging the main force of the Ten Thousand Legion, even if those guys knew that the Holy Ascetic Legion had been killed, they probably wouldn't be able to spare their hands.

If Su Lun left now, he would be safe indeed.

But he felt that this was a good opportunity.

The other party tricked him once, and if he didn't return it, it didn't seem to be in line with his character.

Moreover, that silver dragon is an eighth-order pure-blooded giant dragon.

Now the situation is turning.

He has become a squirrel watching the battle, and there is too much room for maneuvering.

"Why don't you go to the treasure house of Gracie's royal family first?"

A thought suddenly popped up in Su Lun's mind, and his face immediately brightened up.

He is a pirate!

My favorite is robbery or something.

I didn't think about it before because I was an invited guest. But it is predictable that once Silver Dragon is killed, Gracie's royal family will inevitably be overthrown, and the entire king will become the kingdom of God in the plane of the gods, and everything in the king's treasure house will be the spoils of the plane of the gods.

What belongs to the enemy is mine.

Go and see first?

With Su Lun thinking together, the figure has disappeared in place.